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Paisley Prints

Wednesday, 10 August 2016


"...Suddenly but quite expectantly there came a loud bang on the door, followed by another, then another till it became very forceful. He was too strong for her, he weakened her. He weakened her in the harshest sense of it all. He cursed out at her to open the door. “You nasty bitch!” he cried. By then she was already used to it. It felt like nothing to her..."



PAISLEY PRINTS

She let herself in and hurriedly slammed the door shut behind her, bolted it and double locked.

Her heavy jacket and snakeskin satchel landed with a thud on the wobbly table by the door of their little cottage and she began to drag the closest sofa with all the strength she had left using it to block the old, wooden door.
She had to stop him from making his way in; someway, somehow.
She knew by then not to try the telephones because they were long disconnected by him.
In a haste, she dashed to her bedroom...their bedroom, the one by the left side of the cottage with the remains of the worn-out paisley printed wallpaper—she had once loved so much—stuck here and there on the washed out walls. She shook her head dramatically as though she was shaking off the memories that came with the vibrant wallpaper. Moving over to the corner, she grabbed the pale blue shutters, pulled those inwards and secured them shut.
Subsequently, she darted into the children’s room to do the same but instead found herself standing in the middle of what was left of Onachi’s and Kenezie’s room and began to sob.
They were safe now. Her Onachi and Kenezie were safe.
Next was the kitchen: windows...check, pen knife...double check. She slid the sharp blade into her pocket.

Suddenly but quite expectantly there came a loud bang on the door, followed by another, then another till it became very forceful. He was too strong for her. He weakened her in the harshest sense of it all. He cursed out at her to open the door. “You nasty bitch!” he cried. By then she was already used to it. It felt like nothing to her.

Her eyes were wasted away, she wailed in tears on the floor of the living room as he made his way in. The penknife fell to the floor.

“You bitch! What do you think you’re doing? Where are my children?”

He asked this question but he couldn't wait for a reply as he landed the first blow in her lower abdomen. She fell back down to the floor and begged him, pleaded with the man she had once loved.

She began to speak to him in her native language.
By then he had already pulled her by the hair and shoved her against the wall. She fell to the corner of the room and hid her face, shielding her body like a mollusc in its shell.

He stopped and sank into the dusty couch on the opposite side of the room. “If you don’t bring me my children by tonight, I’ll gut you myself!” he paused, noticing the glistening blade on the floor and began to laugh jeeringly, “Oh, you want to kill me now? Don’t you ever learn?” He sprouted from the couch and walked towards her. “Answer me!”

She removed her hands from her face and began to sit up with her back against the wall. “I am tired,” she said lifelessly. “Gbu o m kita, why not just kill me instead?”

“Kedu e be umu m je? Where did my children go? I haven’t seen them in two months now.”
“Why wouldn't they wish to escape when you've brought us to live in the middle of nowhere? But I then ask you: Where will they escape to?”

He slapped her across the cheek and spat on her, “Are you saying I’m blind? I can’t see them anywhere around here.” He began to unbuckle his belt. There was still no response from her.

“Fine then!” he declared, “You will give me a new set of children now! Okwa tata?!”

She started to scream, struggling to pull herself from his grip as he forcefully tugged at her camisole but there was no use.

It was at that moment that she realized that it was all pointless. She literally saw her life flash before her eyes. She saw herself back as a delicate, restless teenager hopelessly in love with the older university boy. He was tall and charming and she liked the little streaks of blue reflecting from his jet black hair when the cruel sun shone its rays on their little corner of the Earth. The sweet nothings, the leaning back and forth, the sneaking out through her father’s rickety backyard fence. She remembered those four words that once felt like magic but now stung like a million honey bees. “Come with me, 'Dinma...”

She thought of Onachi and Kenezie, she knew she had raised smart children and they had found their way to the Town bus station. They were now with their grandmother. Grandma was probably braiding Onachi’s beautiful curly hair and teaching Kenezie to write the letters they had sent continuously for the past two months. She hoped they would treasure their grandmother’s face, her smile, her good advice that she hadn’t heeded to when she was a teenager. She wouldn’t let her mother know the pain and regret she felt, she didn’t want to hear the other four words she dreaded exceedingly. “Okwa m gwa gi?” I told you so.

She prayed that she would save up enough money and build up the courage to leave and join them.

All of these thoughts and silent prayers going through her head as the man she gave her heart and soul to tore what was left of her and dragged her across the living area and into their bedroom with the pale blue shutters and you know...the worn-out paisley printed wallpaper she had once loved so much.
















8 comments on "Paisley Prints"
  1. Amazing story... ๐Ÿ‘‚waiting for the rest of it

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  2. The next chimamanda.lovely story

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  3. Aww this is so good๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ Tell me there's going to be a sequel. Too good๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

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  4. Nice story, very dramatic...don't know who you consulted for your local language though. But good one

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  5. Aww.. Enjoyed reading this. Where's the continuation!!?
    Long,Big Feet Palava

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  6. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ I love it so much ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ง

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  7. This is so good! The length is very evil though๐Ÿ˜ญ

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  8. I think this is awesome and real!! No other words

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