Till After Death

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i.

I remember
when we first locked legs;
it was bliss.
That day we sang loudest
drowning the envious cries of get a room,
that day I saw heaven in your eyes
and resolved never to quit staring.

I remember that day you said
you’d love to be my crown
even for a night
and how I slapped the words back to its root.

I remember the way our fingers entwined,
fitting perfectly into locks
we swore were the best chains ever.

I remember how the trees danced,
how the stars, at night, twinkled,
how the moon shone brighter than the sun at dawn.

I remember how long the journey was
as I walked down the isle
on that day beautiful Friday evening we chose on our fourth date.

I remember slipping in the heavy rock on your fourth finger
as we exchanged satisfied glances
and heavy longings.

Alas we were locked out of the world,
our dream was made real
as I existed with you and you alone.

I called you my crown,
you smiled.

We tango-ed,
we salsa-ed,
we kissed.

We slowly fell on our soft comfy bed
as history was launched.
I gave you my purity,
as you looked on me with such pride.

I called you my crown,
yet again you smiled
but this time, the time pricked my heart
and fear rose in me,
kissing it away,
we saw heaven again.

It’s dawn
and my crown still sleeps,
I planted a peck on his cheek,
it was cold.

I gently shook him
but he was stiff.
I picked up his arm
and it dropped slowly,
It was cold.

Upon his chest, I placed my ears
to catch the faintest of beat,
I heard but loud cries of silence.

Yet again, I remembered that day you said
you’d love to be my crown
even for a night
and how I slapped the words back to its root
and hot sticky tears fell from my eyes.

ii.

I remember my heartfelt promises
When I said, I’d rip my heart so you’d see,
how much your name is wrapped around it
and how much it breathes your name.

How I would sing you a song,
of truth and a thousand tales
of how dark nights turned beautiful dawns.

I never forgot the tale of how your hands held me through the fiery darts
hurled by life,
when I lacked words to express the party in my head at the mention of your name.

How I told the hills of your goodness,
the valleys of your comfort.
To the mountains you are a crony
and the shrubs you are my knight.

I would dance
to this uncordinated music in my head
seeking freedom from my lips.

Today,  I would dream and live it real,
bear the stripes of your gentle strokes when we lock toes and click fingers.

Today, tomorrow and always I’d be loving you,
though our time stopped ticking when you kissed earth
with your promises of undying love.

One Night Crown

. 1.
I remember
when we first locked legs;
it was bliss.
That day we sang loudest
drowning the envious cries of get a room,
that day I saw heaven in your eyes
and resolved never to quit staring.

2.
I remember that day you said
you’d love to be my crown
even for a night
and how I slapped the words back to its root.

3.
I remember the way our fingers entwined,
fitting perfectly into locks
we swore were the best chains ever.

4.
I remember how the trees danced,
how the stars, at night, twinkled,
how the moon shone brighter than the sun at dawn.

5.
I remember how long the journey was
as I walked down the isle
on that day beautiful Friday evening we chose on our Fourth date.

6.
I remember slipping in the heavy rock on your fourth finger
as we exchanged satisfied glances
and heavy longings.

7.
Alas we were locked out of the world,
our dream was made real
as I existed with you and you alone.

8.
I called you my crown,
you smiled.

9.
We tango-ed,
we salsa-ed,
we kissed.

10.
We slowly fell on our soft comfy bed
as history was launched.
I gave you my purity,
as you looked on me with such pride.

11.
I called you my crown,
yet again you smiled
but this time, the time pricked my heart
and fear rose in me,
kissing it away,
we saw heaven again
and thanked God for the glimpse we once had
and now the real we now lived.

12.
It is 7:35am
and my crown still sleeps,
I planted a peck on his cheek,
it was cold.

13.
I gently shook him
but he was stiff.
I picked up his arm
and it dropped slowly.

14.
…upon his chest, I placed my ears
to catch the faintest of breathes;
all I got was a loud cry of silence.

15.
Yet again, I remembered that day you said
you’d love to be my crown
even for a night
and how I slapped the words back to its root
and hot sticky tears fell from my eyes.

Written by: Maureen Alikor
Dated: 24th September, 2015.

Busola’s Death

Busola is tied firmly to the chair. Her tears refused to stop flowing ever since she was brought into this room filled with the stench of hate in all of its harshness.

Looking around, she sees her white gown roughly handled and stained with her own blood after her abductors tried chopping off her index finger.

She remembered the last time she saw the sky in all of its glamour. She was headed to St. Peters Church. But now here she is, unsure of her fate, unaware of who her abductors were, she so desperately wanted to know why she was taken but her abductors have refused to say a single word to her.

She wondered where her hearthrob was?
What was he doing?
How about the guests?
oh! her mum would die.

Struggling with her thoughts she dozed off.

*****
Tari has been being a man ever since the news of the abduction of Busola but niw he wanted to be a woman and cry out. He broke down in tears wailing uncontrollably.

He was standing close to the Priest who is becoming impatient. Ndifreke, the best man is seen fiddling with the phone but wearing a very anxious look of expectancy.

Men and women sitting in the pew glance at St. Peters entrance every now and then to see the bride march in. Yet the door remains shut.

Just then the door is flung open and Hauwa runs in crying. She announces the abduction of the bride by unknown gun men, St. Peters is thrown into confusion as men and women run amok in their quest for answers brewing in their hearts.

*****
Mr. Ajayi and his guards walked into the uncompleted building which housed a blindfolded Busola.

One of the guards uncovered the blindfold, as Busola opened her eyes, a gun was pointed to her forehead. As she peered into her father’s eyes, she was struck dumb with shock and disbelief.

As she made to open her mouth, he tore her clothes, pushed her to the ground and violated her. Like a mad dog he went on and on, deaf to the cries of plea from his daughter.

Satisfies, he pulled her up; reminding her of his final words when she said she would marry Tari with or without his consent, in spite of the tribal differences.

Like the psycho he has proven to be, he pointed the gun to her chest and fired sending the bullet into her heart.