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Friday 12 February 2016

Slithering out of been a Mistress this Year


      Slithering into the new year, angered by fresh tears. Wondering when it will all end, but never without my fears. I watch him slowly at first... Not sure if I'm still here. The crushing sounds of the leaves scream my arrival, but I know he is still with her. Lying to her, deceiving her. Whispering in her ears lies that make her slap herself and shift and stare waiting... Watching, trying to spot him. Unaware I am just a little distance away....

She stinks and smells delicious as my weight crashes and sinks all that is in my way. I am close and know I will sting her fast before she knows it.
      My heart is pounding, my scales spread far and wide for with one bite, ah! He will be all mine. I struck hard and fast and tasted something familiar. Life is hard and wicked because, I didn't see it coming. I have sunk my teeth into my love, he has pushed his mistress aside to protect her.

      Worse off, I have a pounding headache. And again, and again, it is the bottom of the shoes slamming my head. I heard him scream and stopped. I could taste his bone and blood. I have bitten him repeatedly and watch as he crashes hard on top of me. His eyes caught mine and mine his. I heard it before I felt it.
   I could see my body and wondered why my head was far from it. Then nothing...

       Slowly, I realize, she has decapitated the truth from my very existence. Holding the mirror to myself I see it clearly now as my breath left me.
Why didn't I see it before now, her beautiful two carat wedding ring? Why did I not hear her, all the times he spent with me?
   I am shivering now as it really sunk in, I was the other woman. She was his bride and pride in Lagos and I his freaking.... I can't say it.

    I took a transfer to be close to him, to surprise him. Come to think of it, he discouraged me. Told me Abuja was better and Lagos was such a noisy scattered place. I remember my words to him, but Lagos brought me you.. I refuse to be decapitated and stay silent, tug my tail between my legs, freeze and die.

  No. I will tell my story to everyone, to anyone. I admit, I have been naive. Didn't do enough research....

   Come to think of it, I remember someone asked you why, why you opened another Facebook account. If you still used your last one. You deleted the message and said you had to. Because you had a stalker on the former account. I should have known right? But the last two weeks you spent in my house, no one called you, no woman called to see how you were doing. You never sneaked out to the next room to receive a call or anything.

    Seriously, you should be an agent, not just one, but a double agent.

     I watched him kiss her and say the wounds are temporary, that my venom would only affect them temporarily. He swore he would never betray her again and reminded his wife that she, that I am a stalker.


    He wooed me for six months and followed me to Lagos, to meet my parents. He paid half the rent and swore to love me forever. We ordered my aso ebi together because he wanted my, our introduction, which was next month to be unique.

    Should I show you my WhatsApp and BB messages, my Facebook messenger and my text messages?
 He calls me, said I should not waste my credit.. Kai, I fall my own hand. He said it because he didn't want to be caught. Yea pka, I have been played oh. Abasi, help me. Wait o, why will God help me, I have been in sin all this time, sweating it out with a man that isn't mine, with a married... I can't even say it.
   But this woman isn't done yet, I will do the impossible. Reattach my head in dignity, tilt my head back in all my rage and strike...

Wait oooo.

  Frank is expecting this and his wife too, damn I can't act now. So I watch them watch me, as I hiss and crawl away in shame.

Slithering out of been a Mistress, this Year.

  I came here to embarrass the other woman and got the shocker of my life.

   So from now on, I will be a double agent, I will never give up on finding love, but I will be smarter, be careful, investigate his work place, meet the siblings, meet all I can and never gamble and Frank, you may have won the battle, but the war is not yet over.

  Your wife will receive all our recorded bedroom talks, minus the under the sheet action of course. She will get all the text messages and get your new Facebook account. She may not care but the single ladies in her office that told me she was married and I said, cluelessly 'she's lying', will get the pictures, will see our trips together. Our romantic week in Obudu cattle ranch and our flawless vacation in Dubai. They will laugh about Lara your stalker girlfriend, 'how you described your wife'.

    I am happy already, it is my six months therapy. The best way to get over you.
I don't need a rebound guy, I just need the truth out there and then, I will be better.
Go into the relationship the traditional way, meet you my love and get counselling. I will blog about us, so our pictures will be on any Google search.
   No more will I be that coded girl that does not understand why people are so public.
I will celebrate you publicly and love you as soon as I tidy up this mess.
   Don't let any idiot out there make you feel less than you are, learn from every mistake but love with two eyes open and a detective mind.


**Season 1, Episode 1**

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1 comment:

  1. Every Beginning has an end and this annoying revelation has made me put pen to paper. This is the start of a me unrepentant and angry. Have you been in my shoes?


Adebusola Ukayat Elegbede is a Playwright and Content creator with a passion for real life challenges. Born in Kaduna state and lives in Lagos Nigeria, she has a passion for story telling from the perspectives of characters in conflicting situations. I started out on the New Writing Project in Nigeria with the British Council Lagos Nigeria and The Royal Court Theatre, Sloane Square U.K. My passion for creating stories led to comic books, television drama's and an online journal on my website (busolaelegbede.com). As part of the WPIC in Stockholm Sweden 2012, the experience has forged life long friends and ignited my passion as a volunteer and advocate for human rights and the United Nations 17 Sustainable Development Goals.

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