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she for the first held his gaze. she felt fearless.
she looked at him. his head was bald. his room was stinking. she realized for the first time in her life that he was helpless.
she did not believe this man was once her nightmare. that she cowered by hearing his voice alone.
she found it hard to believe that his cough alone made her jump.
for the first time. the very first time. she felt genuine pity. pity for her tormenter..

it was not a pity on his being. it was a pity for his end.
she dropped the food and turned to leave.
he called her.

she for the first held his gaze. she felt fearless.
she looked at him. his head was bald. his room was stinking. she realized for the first time in her life that he was helpless.
she did not believe this man was once her nightmare. that she cowered by hearing his voice alone.
she found it hard to believe that his cough alone made her jump.
for the first time. the very first time. she felt genuine pity. pity for her tormenter..

it was not a pity on his being. it was a pity for his end.
she dropped the food and turned to leave.
he called her.

she took the food to her father's room.
served it neatly.
he was laying on the bed. his back was turn to her.

she told him she had served him his food, boldly and loudly.

her father turned, he was surprised at her for she looked him in the eye.

for a moment, he thought he saw his late wife.
the one he killed in the state of drunkenness.

her eyes were cold, piercing and menacing.
he for once felt fear.

not the normal kind of fear.
but the fear of something unknown.

he was sorry he killed his wife.
he never intended to do it.
he was drunk.

even though he had harboured deep hatred for his wife, he would never tell anyone the reason for hating her.

he will never tell people that his wife slept with men to make ends meet.

he will never tell anyone that his wife sneered at him for being impotent.

he will never tell anyone that he suspect he didn't father some of his kids.

he will never admits he is a failed man.

she served the food and left.

she went back to the kitchen and brought her father's plate, she added more soup in his plate.

she knew he liked a lot of soup with his cassava meal.

at that moment.
she didn't think of the effect of the food on them.
death didn't cross her mind.

she just knew deep within her this would be her last day in this house.

she had no friends.
no parents,
no money,
no clothes,
no food,
no hope of shelter,
no hope for the future.

but one thing was sure.
surer than life itself.

she knew, she was going to leave the house today.

never, ever to return.
no looking back.

else she turns into a pillar of salt.
like lots wife, who looked back.

he was sweaty.
he was angry with her and swore to deal with her heinously.

he picked his bottle of dry gin and slept.

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Timothy also had a dream.
his was a week before the day.


in the dream, he saw himself barefooted.
he was a bit smaller than usual.

he saw himself sneaking to her room. he tiptoed inside.

he realized her room was dark.
he wanted to urgently have s;ex with her, he could feel his er:ection, it was very big and dangling.


he went towards her mat,
it wasn't dark anymore, he noticed something laying, covered like a corpse.

from head to toe.
he moved nearer,
and nearer.

one step at a time.
then he uncovered her.

it wasn't her but bones. it looked like a decayed dead body.

he was so scared in the dream, his heart thundered.

he turned to run and saw her, she was with a big knife.
she stretched her hand and dismembered his manhood.

blood gushed.
he let out a huge scream.
and woke up.

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they all laughed loudly over nothing.

the father had a dream last night where he saw his wife, he was in a cemetery.


his wife looked mean, he was scared and felt something like weeds on him.

she began to walk towards him, he tried to run but his legs were heavy, they felt tired.

when she came nearer, he tried to scream.

his mind felt stuffed.

until she brought out a bladelike knife.
it was shiny and looked sharp.

she stabbed him,
he felt the pain for a moment.

immediately the knife entered his stomach,
his wife changed to his adopted daughter.

he woke up.

they were discussing something but all stopped as she stepped in.
she always had that effect on them. she felt like an alien.
she gently dropped the food on the table. she turned to leave when the second son called her.
she turned. she did that so slowly she felt controlled. her eyes were unusually big and wide. it was red. scary red.
the atmosphere emitted a kind aura. they all perceived it but couldn't place a finger on what it was exactly.
they thought at once that she looked weird but no one admitted it to the other.
they all had a nightmare. none discussed it with the other.

she let a tear drop.

it dropped into the plate of food of her dad.

she took a plate of food and smelt it, it had no obvious smell of its major content.

she arranged the food in a tray.
neatly as she usually does.

she carried the tray to the sitting room.

the devil in her let out a small laugh.
the good in her wore a big frown.

in all she was indifferent.
she walked like a zombie into the room.

there she met them.

she shared the food.

plate by plate..
she arranged it, the soup by the cassava meal.

she had being asked not to partake in the breakfast. they wanted to fill their stomach first.

they wanted to satisfy their needs without asking her if she needed anything.

she smiled sadly as she remembered how she bled on her period, she couldn't afford sanitary towels, in fact she never had that luxury.

even Timothy who shared her bed.
who partook in her body.

who took her innocence forcefully. couldn't spare her a little change to get sanitary towel.

she was mocked instead.
she was sneered at.
she was told she smelt like rotten meat.

in all that, she never paid evil for evil.

soon enough..
the water began to boil.

she made the cassava flour into a nice breakfast. the texture was the finest.

she took the meal into the kitchen and went to wash plates for the household.

one of her sisters came out to inform her that she shouldn't have breakfast yet as the food won't be enough for the family.

she nodded.

not long after, her father told her she shouldn't eat anything as part of his punishment to her for stealing.

she nodded, without looking at him.

she carried the washed plate to the kitchen and began sharing the food as she usually does.

this wasn't the last supper.
it was the last breakfast.

she managed to put her broken battered body together.

she urged herself not to relent, not to give up to despair and self pity.

she had no idea of what will become of her after today. her future was blank.


she went to the kitchen and put water for the cassava flour.

even as she was, her brother had come to scream at her, asking her why she had delayed in preparing breakfast.

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even though he made so much noise.
none of his children came out to her rescue. they all abandoned her.
she taught she would die.
he kept flogging until her skin peeled.
when he was through. she stood up and staggered away battered.
her skin was thoroughly injured. her body was messed with her own blood.
she had no strength. but she knew something. it shall end today. she glanced at the pot of soup and was grateful her father did stop her.

even if she was tired to death. she must prepare breakfast for the family.

the pot was still secured in her hands.

her top was soaked with her blood.

he dragged the pot from her hands.

he dragged her by her hair.

he pulled at it with all his strength.

her eyes were still closed.

not a single tear dropped...

she didn't struggle, she obediently went with him.

until he pulled his belt and lashed her. she felt the head of the belt hit her chest.
he kept screaming.

'you must die today'
'thief'
'useless girl'
'witch'
'devil'
'I must kill you today'

'daughter of Jezebel'.

her father gave her a mean look.

his eyes went to the pot.

he dropped his tooth brush on the short fence behind him and commanded her to bring the pot.

his voice sounded so mean, wicked and violet.

her hands began to shake when he asked her what she was doing with his pot of soup close to the gutter.

she couldn't utter a world.

he moved closer.
she stepped back.

he took two steps forward.
she took a step backward.

until she saw lighting.
before she had the sound.
it wasn't on her cheek he slapped her. it was on her nose.


her nose bled terribly.
her eyes were closed but she knew she was bleeding profusely.


she wanted to die.
she blamed her self.
she could hear the devil mocking sneers.

oh!

the devil in her urged her on.

they seem to be a battle between the good and the bad in her..

the good won.
she picked the pot and started heading to a gutter behind her house with the intention of throwing the whole pot of poisoned soup.

she knew this will cause her beating, serious one but she went on.

fate had a hand in what happened next.

fate archetectured by the devil.
when she got there, she saw her father brushing his teeth.

their eyes met.

her mind blanked.

her heart broke.

she got to the kitchen.
the bottle safely secured in her wrapper.
she opened the pot and hot steam met her face.
she liked the warmth she felt.
the soup smelt nice.
she gazed atthe pot and empty the whole content into it.
immediately she finished. her eyes were opened.
she realized what she had done..

the content of the box caught her eye.

a big plastic bottle and some injection.

her father had earlier gotten it, he used it to fumigate the house.

her attention caught the words written on the label.

'SNIPER INSECTICIDE'.

she picked it up and hurried towards the mud kitchen.

she could hear the hearty laughter of OMI.

she heard Timothy throaty voice, he was singing loud.

she smiled.

the devil which she had made her companion, an adviser and her friend.
was present, he was with her, right in the kitchen.
he had succeeded in robbing her of her humanity, this was the time he struck.
he whispered to her, his voice mean and hellishly comforting.
he told her the idea.

she was as usual unaware of his presence so she didn't know it was him.
the idea of hurt he gave her was appealing. she stood up and went to her room.

the room she shared with the cricket of the earth, cockroaches and termites.
she didn't care. she didn't notice.
her mind was blank. her mind was black.
devoid of any human feeling.
she brought out her rickety box and smiled.
a tiny wicked grim formed.

the fire she made began to frizzle-out she had to bend over to rekindle it.

her eyes watered.

her mind narrowed to all the injustice she had faced. she was determined to end it now.

her father had threatened to to continue with the humiliation until she provided the money.

money she didn't steal.

money his daughter stole.

she had earlier made up her mind to run.

she didn't have a place to go.

no one liked her anyway.

she would go but not without having her revenge.

An extreme one.

An unforgettable one, in the history of her family.

she moved to the cabinet, picked the pot of soup she had prepared earlier.

she went out to the mud kitchen and made fire with the firewood.

she was still feeling hurt, especially at the down region.

Timothy came to tell her that they would be a meeting immediately after breakfast, she noticed he distanced himself from her like she was some kind of plague.

she nodded and he left.

she felt like puking.

the level of disgust she had for the family made her stomach to turn.

she turned and her eyes caught the swelling on ground.

the grave of her adopted mother, the kindest woman she had ever encountered.

she involuntarily let out a sign.

but this has gone too far.

she had always tried to love those who hurt her, those who despised her but it didn't work it only aggravated their hatred towards her.

she's going to take revenge soon.


sooner than she thought.


she was angry at everyone.

her wicked birth mother,

her silly birth father,

her adopted mean father,
her useless siblings


she was angrier at the world..

she looked at her bleeding arm.


that was only she needed, an evidence of pain,


an evidence to show to the world.


she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

she smiled as she realized, the scripture that says 'the wages of sin is death'.


she felt hypnotized.