This day began like any other, the sun rose in the East and surely will
set in the west, unless some cataclysmic disaster consumes the earth and
its rotation stops thereby throwing all of humanity into the pits of
the Universe falling through countless stars in a continuous spiral
towards...... Nothingness.
Lest my thoughts become darkened I will not focus on this. Today is the day I finally fight for my liberation, today is the day I set myself free. So I need focus 100% every cell and fibre of my being dedicated towards the task at hand, no distractions whatsoever.
My story is not really a story, or if it is I do not really consider it such. But since I already called it a story; then maybe it is, or maybe its not.
That blastered creature and its rueful voice. It echo's violently and reverberates through the walls of my confinement. My self appointed prison, the only place in this death ridden crevice of fear I consider home.
BRUM BRUM RUM TUM!!! It yells as it always does in lunatic states. Yells it like an abomination, or maybe such pedantic delivery spurs it on like rapid fire eggs a train further. Whatever the case, this was its motto and its watch word in its crazed states.
It's almost in.
It keeps banging on the door trying to get in.
I'm done for.
I only delayed and aggravated my unavoidable assault.
The door flew clean of its hinges.
A dark figure stood in the doorway. It seemed so tall and broad it covered the entrance in its entirety, the light behind it barely making it through anymore like it soaked the ambience in. It drew close, raspy breath and all as it muttered almost inaudibly "brum brum, rum tum". It seemed more like a question asked by a being sad and dejected an inquiry as to why?. "Why what" exactly, I do not know.
When it was close enough I could smell the sulphur on its breath, see the dirt on its claws, teeth filed with canines like sharpened talons, and eyes as pitch-black as a moonless starless night, it muttered one more time "Brum brum rum tum?!?!!!!" And then the dark figure fell on me.
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I drew closer to its abode, creeping as thieves do in the movies I have seen. As I crossed a mirror the look on my face and the stance I caught myself in almost made me draw a maniacal laughter, but the blood oozing from the side of my head plus the bluish bruise kept all such thoughts at bay. Thoughts of happiness, joy and laughter. Today I am not a laughing being, I'm like the batman so gruff and tough or like superman indestructible.
I kept moving, drawing closer to the beasts chamber. Almost there, I blew the candle out. There shall be no light to announce my entry, this will be done quick and stealthy.
The door had been left slightly ajar, like the beast knew I was coming. Was this a taunt? A bold invitation to my further humiliation? Or the final step to my demise?
I care not, I have come this far and I will finish this.
Creaking noises the door made as I slowly pushed it open. I strained all the nerve endings in my ear to catch any sounds the door might make. My heart rate had doubled in intensity and speed due to the task at hand. My fear and worry increased as my hands become moist. I kept muttering psalm 23 under my breath in a futile attempt to retain some calm.
Then suddenly I heard a creaking sound, the beast had awoken!
I groaned in fear, holding my breath trying to keep my presence anonymous. My eyes watered and heart rate tripled in an instant, "I'm going to die" was all my brain could mutter rather than giving directions to evade my impending demise.
It stood up from its bed and thumped its way towards me. I could not see it, but I could feel it and smell its approach. I pressed myself to the wall so hard I could have merged with it, in fact I hoped I could merge with it.
My fear was unfounded for the beast merely went towards the door and shut it. Relief washed over me as it stumbled drunkenly back to bed. I had almost released the dam between my loins in that moment of incredible fear. The human fear factor is terrific, its like every part of ones body renegades at that point in time.
Now to the deed.
After waiting an eternity to ensure the beast was asleep, I crept slowly leaving the wall which was now streaked with my sweat and heat. This time I flung being cautious to the wind, I just needed to get this over with.
I was standing over its body in an instant. Its foul breath reeking like rotten eggs wrapped in rotted meat. The mere stench of it violated my nostrils in no subtle manner, and the hate welled up in me even further.
I thought of my mother who had been used and beaten up by this same beast over and over again. My lovely sister whose beauty cannot blossom under the darkness of his shadow and roof. We needed liberation, we needed to be free.
I drew out the knife I had tucked behind my back like the ninja's I had seen in those chinese movies. It was cold steel, befitting enough for the cold heart it will merge with soon. But I needed to look into its hideous eyes before I buried this knife in its chest.
I drew myself up and raised the knife with eyes darkened with hate, yelled the same obscenities it had yelled at me countless times; "BRUM BRUM RUM TUM!!!!" Its eyes flew open in an instant.
I brought the knife down hard and fast.
I saw the shock in its eyes as I delivered that blow to its chest. It was a look of surprise at my bravery, or maybe it never expected me to be so vile with contempt that i will seek its life. None the matter, the deed has been done. Its mouth turned a face streaked with gruesome pain and in that instant I found fulfilment knowing that at least I had given it pain before its passing.
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The next day detective Ogunwale stood in the most gory murder scene he has seen in a very long time. Blood had been rubbed on almost every available surface.
Mrs Ayorinde, the victims wife sobbed hysterically at the door, some officers were holding her, but she would not be consoled.
In all this raucous, the most alarming picture was not the blood, the gore or intestines spewed all over the bed and floor, but of a young boy not more that 12 maybe 14 sitting at the far corner of the room, right beside the bed. In his right hand dried to crimson was the heart of his father.
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Child abuse has far reaching ramifications. Most of the sociopaths, serial rapists, criminals, mass murderers and such are products of this silent and deadly epidemic.
Let us join hands in forestalling this trend in our children and the generation after.
I am Afolabi Olaniyi, and I am against child abuse.
Olaniyi is a graduate of philosophy from the Obafemi Awolowo university. Winner of the #WriteRight competition organised by Tunde Leye. He blogs from http://olaneeyiwrites.
Twitter handle; @Olaneeyie
Facebook; Afolabi Olaniyi
Lest my thoughts become darkened I will not focus on this. Today is the day I finally fight for my liberation, today is the day I set myself free. So I need focus 100% every cell and fibre of my being dedicated towards the task at hand, no distractions whatsoever.
My story is not really a story, or if it is I do not really consider it such. But since I already called it a story; then maybe it is, or maybe its not.
That blastered creature and its rueful voice. It echo's violently and reverberates through the walls of my confinement. My self appointed prison, the only place in this death ridden crevice of fear I consider home.
BRUM BRUM RUM TUM!!! It yells as it always does in lunatic states. Yells it like an abomination, or maybe such pedantic delivery spurs it on like rapid fire eggs a train further. Whatever the case, this was its motto and its watch word in its crazed states.
It's almost in.
It keeps banging on the door trying to get in.
I'm done for.
I only delayed and aggravated my unavoidable assault.
The door flew clean of its hinges.
A dark figure stood in the doorway. It seemed so tall and broad it covered the entrance in its entirety, the light behind it barely making it through anymore like it soaked the ambience in. It drew close, raspy breath and all as it muttered almost inaudibly "brum brum, rum tum". It seemed more like a question asked by a being sad and dejected an inquiry as to why?. "Why what" exactly, I do not know.
When it was close enough I could smell the sulphur on its breath, see the dirt on its claws, teeth filed with canines like sharpened talons, and eyes as pitch-black as a moonless starless night, it muttered one more time "Brum brum rum tum?!?!!!!" And then the dark figure fell on me.
*************************
I drew closer to its abode, creeping as thieves do in the movies I have seen. As I crossed a mirror the look on my face and the stance I caught myself in almost made me draw a maniacal laughter, but the blood oozing from the side of my head plus the bluish bruise kept all such thoughts at bay. Thoughts of happiness, joy and laughter. Today I am not a laughing being, I'm like the batman so gruff and tough or like superman indestructible.
I kept moving, drawing closer to the beasts chamber. Almost there, I blew the candle out. There shall be no light to announce my entry, this will be done quick and stealthy.
The door had been left slightly ajar, like the beast knew I was coming. Was this a taunt? A bold invitation to my further humiliation? Or the final step to my demise?
I care not, I have come this far and I will finish this.
Creaking noises the door made as I slowly pushed it open. I strained all the nerve endings in my ear to catch any sounds the door might make. My heart rate had doubled in intensity and speed due to the task at hand. My fear and worry increased as my hands become moist. I kept muttering psalm 23 under my breath in a futile attempt to retain some calm.
Then suddenly I heard a creaking sound, the beast had awoken!
I groaned in fear, holding my breath trying to keep my presence anonymous. My eyes watered and heart rate tripled in an instant, "I'm going to die" was all my brain could mutter rather than giving directions to evade my impending demise.
It stood up from its bed and thumped its way towards me. I could not see it, but I could feel it and smell its approach. I pressed myself to the wall so hard I could have merged with it, in fact I hoped I could merge with it.
My fear was unfounded for the beast merely went towards the door and shut it. Relief washed over me as it stumbled drunkenly back to bed. I had almost released the dam between my loins in that moment of incredible fear. The human fear factor is terrific, its like every part of ones body renegades at that point in time.
Now to the deed.
After waiting an eternity to ensure the beast was asleep, I crept slowly leaving the wall which was now streaked with my sweat and heat. This time I flung being cautious to the wind, I just needed to get this over with.
I was standing over its body in an instant. Its foul breath reeking like rotten eggs wrapped in rotted meat. The mere stench of it violated my nostrils in no subtle manner, and the hate welled up in me even further.
I thought of my mother who had been used and beaten up by this same beast over and over again. My lovely sister whose beauty cannot blossom under the darkness of his shadow and roof. We needed liberation, we needed to be free.
I drew out the knife I had tucked behind my back like the ninja's I had seen in those chinese movies. It was cold steel, befitting enough for the cold heart it will merge with soon. But I needed to look into its hideous eyes before I buried this knife in its chest.
I drew myself up and raised the knife with eyes darkened with hate, yelled the same obscenities it had yelled at me countless times; "BRUM BRUM RUM TUM!!!!" Its eyes flew open in an instant.
I brought the knife down hard and fast.
I saw the shock in its eyes as I delivered that blow to its chest. It was a look of surprise at my bravery, or maybe it never expected me to be so vile with contempt that i will seek its life. None the matter, the deed has been done. Its mouth turned a face streaked with gruesome pain and in that instant I found fulfilment knowing that at least I had given it pain before its passing.
*************************
The next day detective Ogunwale stood in the most gory murder scene he has seen in a very long time. Blood had been rubbed on almost every available surface.
Mrs Ayorinde, the victims wife sobbed hysterically at the door, some officers were holding her, but she would not be consoled.
In all this raucous, the most alarming picture was not the blood, the gore or intestines spewed all over the bed and floor, but of a young boy not more that 12 maybe 14 sitting at the far corner of the room, right beside the bed. In his right hand dried to crimson was the heart of his father.
*************************
Child abuse has far reaching ramifications. Most of the sociopaths, serial rapists, criminals, mass murderers and such are products of this silent and deadly epidemic.
Let us join hands in forestalling this trend in our children and the generation after.
I am Afolabi Olaniyi, and I am against child abuse.
Olaniyi is a graduate of philosophy from the Obafemi Awolowo university. Winner of the #WriteRight competition organised by Tunde Leye. He blogs from http://olaneeyiwrites.
Twitter handle; @Olaneeyie
Facebook; Afolabi Olaniyi
Amazing story...very heartwrenching!well done Niyi.
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