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God forbid!..
Am not a Storyteller
Am an open book with faded pages
Written off never to be picked off the Shelve; Clothed with dust and cobwebs.
My pages reflects reflections of
Ideas aborted upon conception,
Near Success syndrome
And a Golgotha of dark deeds done...
A cursed diary never to see the light of the day

Truths buried in 'nkoso nkeseh Kasa
Koso-Ekaettes gossip coded tongue'...

Am not a Storyteller
Am a spilled venom of unpleasant truths
Told a thousand times to
That lone person in the mirror hoping
Twill become obsolete,
But remains fresher than foliage.
Bitter truths like the untold tale that tickles Barricaded lips clinched with elderly
More matured hands in——-
"If you tell I'll kill you".
Like the buried tales of Funke and
Her peudophile dad's Secret never
To be told to mum
Less the gods curse her womb as threatened
By Dad as he swaps from comforting
Her with lullabies
as he swaps from comforting
Her with lullabies
To now Cum forth in her.

I embody stuttering lies told to friends:
Oh the b brr bruise... I uhm, I i i .... I fell,
I fell down the stairs last night to tttttt
T'was an accident... bandaged faces,
Broken chicks,
Once beautiful Temple of a body turned
Domestic punch bags.
Am the voiceless voice of the unvoiced...
Marital rapes…
Forced entries to temporary forbidden Territories on days when her hearts
Needs more intimacy than sex..
The silent whispers as he strokes in.....
The painful moaning to his pleasure....
The loud screams recorded in silence!!!
Just so the kids won't hear...

The aborted babies
Punched out with fist...
The left over faces saved in lies
Like the torn part of once upon
A flag still tossed by the winds in-
"My sister how I go do?.. na just because of my Children oh I for don..."……

Religious-sacred for better for worst...
Till death do... her not us apart
The swallowed grudges….
The premature wrinkled face starved off smiles,
Tattooed with fist and palms.

The faceless faces of defaced Women...
The Faded ego of abused men...
How can I tell people my wife beats me up
To the ones told but never taken seriously ...
OMEHN GERROUT ABEG
HOW WOMAN GO TAKE BEAT YOU
To the twisted stories of rape
The Raped boys seldom spoken of..
To my elders sister’s friend…
My elder sisters friend who gifted
Me my first set of toys...
Her body parts
Teaching me of the birds and the bees
As my teenage fingers were skillfully
Taught strokes with wish I would
Later use to paint on ladies heart
Like a free canvas with abstract intentions.

Am not a story teller
I only embody stories of a
Million storey building of collapsed ego.
That
of an unemployed man earning insults
The daily music of a nagging wife...
Sucidal thoughts of Biriyis Dad on
The Road to bar beach

This is for my mum...
Mama...
The most intelligent Woman and historian
I'd ever met with limitless memory space.
A born teacher deprived of the opportunity
To teach by a
I want you to be a full
Time housewive Of a dad yet,
Converted her laps to a class desk where
My resting head would be introduced
To noble Characters like Okonkwo, Ezeulu
Romeo and Juliet amongst Others,...
Mamaaaaa...

Like vast other 'should have been presidents'
Confined to the kitchen
The Bossladies not given shots
Supposed CEOs made secretaries...
Caged in a box with
Bended knees begging to be heard,
Giving head to her headless head
Who's only qualification is being a Man.

This is for the woke
Inspiring global awakening.
The caged Lioness who dared to roar
Facing the wild while fending for her pride
The
Falcons soaring high
Spread across the world while
Breaking limits and raising bars

I say this one na for dey woke
The Ngozi Okojo-Iwealas, the
Angela Merkel
Christine Largarde
Kamala Harris
Ana Patricia Botín
Oprah, Beyonce
Serena Nikiminash
Chimamaaaanda I ,

Am not a story teller!

Am the face of the once faceless face
Masked by shame, and uncertainties..
The fear of stimatization
what would people say if they where to hear
That my dad raped me?
Or my mom's Amadioha curse that I've been possessed should I dare tell her
Her god of a pastor is an ungodly pedophile...
Would she believe me...
This is the unmasked face of abuse
Schhhhhhhh.......
No matter how long you record Silence,
It can never play out loud;
So
Soro Soke... My people,
SPEAK OUT Loud.!!!....
And Say No To Violence