I could barely see my palmar flexion creases. The iron bars I held on to, reminds me of the mess I have gotten into. Its coldness soothes my face when placed on them.
At intervals, I gasp for air as ventilation is far-fetched.
Then, I began to carry out my normal evening routine which is looking at the sky and creating beautiful imaginations. Such imagination is different now because I could only imagine the penalty that awaits me and how life can change drastically.
If only I had reacted differently, I wouldn't have been the man who got his wife murdered.
Some years back, the little me witnessed it. Yes, I saw it all, how, where and when it happened. "Let me go, Daniel, I'm begging you please stop, you are hurting me" that was the voice of my Mum begging my Dad to free her from his grip. But, did he agree? No! He kept on dragging her on the floor for reasons that deserve instant forgiveness. The more she pleaded for mercy, the more his anger grew, leading to more brutal acts.
When he was done, he turned to me and said, Son, be a 'no-nonsense person. If only I knew how dangerous this statement is.
I must commend that Angel that brought me into this world because amidst all, she stood as the best caring and loving mother and husband.
Sadly, human expires. Of course, we do. When she couldn't take it any longer, she went to the resting place.
Be a 'no-nonsense person' these words of my father which I obeyed was the worst mistake I have ever made.
Most times, I justify my actions because of this statement and the way society preaches the superiority of man.
But here I am wallowing in pain. Be it ignorance, pride, or negligence that brought me here, I still can't give any suitable excuse. Yet, I keep pointing at my father for laying a bad foundation for me, even as I do so, my thumb points at society and those I called friends who didn't talk me out of this misery. Yet, the remaining three fingers direct themselves to me which shows that I was the architect of the misery.
If only I listened, observed, and obeyed the admonishments of the few that cared. I wouldn't be feeling these tears on my cheeks.
I'm messed up, save me, please save me!
A cold liquid sensation on my body brought me back to reality. My first sight was Mum on her knees drenched and then she said..." Daniel please, that's for the kids feeding don't squander it on drinks again please" she kept on pleading which fell on deaf ears.
Followed by a thunderous slap and a heavy beating, she kept on pleading as usual. what a pitiful sight to behold.
She is really strong I told myself as tears drop from my eyes. At that moment, I was helpless as well as mum.
What more can I ask of you Lord other than for you to save my Mum. "Save me! Save my Mum" I cried.....Tears drops
In summary......
The eyes of a child is like a camera that captures and stores the unimaginable...."Catch them young but do so positively"
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