MARIAM ALAYANDE

As I drove down the highway in my Bmw X6. All I could hear was his words, his harsh words ‘ You are useless, You disgust me,you are an apology to feminism,I never loved you and never will, You are good for nothing, Have you ever wondered why your mum left you at a stranger’s door?’ I know my childhood record isn't fancy, but when you have given someone everything and they turn everything against you. I could not help as the lakes of tears kept flowing and as I hit the steering and throttle with full rage. It felt like my heart divided into two and my blood could not even circulate. The tears were clouding my vision but I kept driving and the words rang over and over and the tears kept on. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds and I opened it, I saw it, I saw the junction, I saw the tanker, I hit the brakes but it was too late as I lost all respect for gravity and that was it. The end. I jumped right out of the car and I could not believe I was alive and ...

‘You can’t understand if you don’t have a sister’. Every single moment, This line is uttered at thou, I back down for a second, Drooping in my heart break, No hard feelings, Towards whoever uttered that, But, Do I even know? I wouldn’t say that, At least not exactly, But I once had sisters, One before I was born, And the other when I was much younger, Young enough to understand the joy, Of having another playmate around, Of having one more chuckle in the house, Of one more distinct voice, Of one extra presence. But you still don’t understand, Do you? You walk up again and say ‘No no Mariam , you can’t get it,only we with sisters do', Another bullet, Straight through my heart, For every Mid April, It’s like reenacting, I see that black cloud again, And I still can't help but wonder 'If'. Do you know how it’s like? Waiting to have that one, That one that made Mother send you on countless errands, Some you never came back from ful...

This is the truth and you may choose to believe or not. I have never being a cheat neither have I ever aspired to look at another in ways I only looked at my lover. I do throw tantrums at any cheat that crosses my path. Little did I know my turn was just around the corner. I had met him before, about two years ago to be precised. (You know all those kind of guys you run into when your African parent happens to be with you, all those paroles that end even before they started.) Crossing his path again was quite surprising, he hardly even recognized me but what can I say? You can’t stand a lady like me approaching you without your head exploding in admire. His smile was everything, his height could make you stumble and want to hug him forever, his complexion was moderate and his Lips made me wonder, for they were so beautifully graced and well coated in pink. Time went by gracefully, and we kept talking. I always remembered that he struck me as a player but as you know, int...