Monday, 14 July 2008

Saint or Sinners?

I am not in my element at the moment. I am trying to get my life together. Things are happening rather too fast or maybe I seem to be the one behind. I have got a lot of things going on in my life at the moment...but, I will leave that for another day.

To some good news, WE (You and I...lol) made it to the next round of the blogvile idol 2008 contest! I guess if we keep it at this pace, we might get to the final and even if we don't, well we have made a statement already!

I posted this sometimes in february but now, I feel the urge to reawaken our consciousness to the evils that men do in the name of love. The evils that no longer live after them but has come to settle with them! What if the unborn child speaks? What would he say of you? what whould she say to you?


I will die in thirty minutes! My fate has been determined by the powers that be. I have been sentenced to death in the most horrible manner! I am to be tortured and yanked limbs apart while still alive! My voiceless cries would not stop the executioner whose expertise in the art of murder of the most cruel nature has earned him respect and recognition among the female folks who constitute the bulk of his customers. I thought mothers are usually moved by the tears of their children but mine has lost every sense of motherhood, as she connived with my father to sign my death warrant! I could hardly believe my eyes as she led me amidst my voiceless protest and streams of tears to the altar to be sacrificed! Innocent me! Guiltless me! Helpless me! Why should I be sacrificed for the inordinate sexual urges of my parents? Why should I be the one to pay the price for their negligence? Why should my life be the ransom? Why…?

Amidst the tears, I fought for survival. The ones I trusted the most have turned their backs on me. I am left alone to suffer such horrific death in the hands of the merciless executioner whose glove clothed hands could not shroud the stains of blood and lives he had taken over the years. I grew weaker every passing moment as I watched my mother surrender her life on the execution altar. She lay facing the sky, with legs wide open and a face laced with fear. Tears trickled down my eyes, for I realized that her fear was more for her survival than for my innocent life, which would soon be snuffed!

Helplessly, I watched as the executioner plunged his instrument into mother’s uterus; intended to hold the walls of the uterus apart, so he could watch with pleasure as I am tortured to death. Mother groaned as he defiled the sanctity of her vagina. Satisfied with his feat, the executioner launched his death instrument, which he flaunted for a while, sending cold shivers running through my fragile spine. This time, I saw a glow in his masked eyes. It seemed my pains ignite his pleasure!

I battled hopelessly as the torture instrument approached. The bulging walls of the uterus quivers upon detecting the presence of an alien object. I struggled in vain to move away from the approaching doom but death’s mournful knell trailed all my actions. At this instance, just like every child in the face of a helpless situation, I listened to my instinct to turn to my mother for support but she turned deaf ears to my plaintive cries. My heavy heart sags under the pressure of rejection as it became apparent that no one wants me alive. Brimming with this realization, I gave in to the executioner’s lustful lures as I could not hide from his treacherous instrument which seems prepared to tear my frail limbs apart.

I have no past and the future seemed oblivious. I might have relished in the memories of a past that once was mine but emptiness stared at me in the face, except for loneliness and rejection, which had been the hallmark of my few weeks’ existence. As the executioner’s instrument tore into my flesh, I slipped into a state of coma as I recalled my father’s voice venting his anger on my mother, at the news of my existence. My traumatized mother fell on her knees pleading for my father’s understanding. He hesitated a while and curdled her in his arms as she asked,

“What are we going to do? My parents will skin me alive if they ever get to find out that I am pregnant! Please, help me!”

She sobbed uncontrollably as my father patted her on the back saying,

“We would have to get rid of it! That is the only way out and we have to do it as soon as possible”

Father’s face wore no sign of remorse. He exudes such confidence, as would one who is used to the ritual. I waited in futile for mother’s defence against such an inhuman act but she made no comment. Rather, she fastened her grip around father’s neck in approval. Thus, the decision to terminate my life was reached by my parents and I had to die for their sins!I felt a sharp pain piercing through my heart and with one last voice I cried, “please, let me live!” My pleas fell on deaf ears as the murderous instrument found its way into my heart. In that instant, it cleaved my heart in twain! The little flame of life that remained in my wretched soul was snuffed out permanently amidst the watchful eyes of my mother who sighed in contentment. No doubt, my death was her pride!

As my innocent soul ascended into heaven, with tear-filled eyes and a broken heart, I took one last look on earth and I was shocked to see that behind the unmasked executioner was my father!

23 comments:

Tears said...

First!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! off to read shaa!

Today's ranting said...

WOW SUCH A MARVELOUS PIECE OF WRITING.

Today's ranting said...

Oh this is the sad tale of an innocent soul who wasn't allowed to see the light.This is so true. This writing highlights the cruelty some females treat their own flesh and bood with. Some will continue to live with the guilt of this dastardly act while others will carry on with their lives as if it aint anything.I love your wrting style sooo much. Good work. BRAVO!!!

Tears said...

Brought me to tears :(

OluwaDee said...

Dammy boy, each time i listen 2 u on BI'08, u sound better.

Keep it up.

Today's ranting said...

Wowwwwwwwww Dammie just heared you sing @ the idols. Awwwwwww it was really awesome.Good choice of song. Its one of my favourite oldies. GOOD JOB MAN.You've really improved. GOOD LUCK.

Sparkle said...

HEYYYYYYYYYYY Mr.!!! U made it to d next round..YES U DID!!! :)

Buttercup said...

wow...that was so deep...u r quite talented dammy, im sure i aint the 1st to tell u that!

OluwaDee said...

Congrats on making it to the next round of BI'08.

Tairebabs said...

I remember this post. Read it when you first posted it. Very emotional and sadly a reality. The pro-choice and Pro-life argument.

Glad to see you are foing well on blogville idol 2008.

OluwaDee said...

Dammy, u sang my song on BI'08, so i just had 2 vote 4 u.

uNWrItten* said...

wow...
you are realy talented because that was really good..like seriously..

how have u been?

uNWrItten* said...

wow...
you are realy talented because that was really good..like seriously..

how have u been?

Femi B said...

Wow, this is such a great read and you tell it so well to impact anyone. We'll i still dilly dally on the subject as to where my stance is on pro-choice or pro-life....

zara (my alter ego) said...

i read this before, i thot it was great, i still think its great! congrats dammy for goin thus far, even if u dont come out tops, ure still a winner! am proud of u!

Miss Iyabo Opeke said...

Where is ur song????

30+ said...

Where are you?

Beyond said...

great piece..... congrats on making it to the final of BI'08....

Olamild said...

Just came to wish u luck boo

Jayjazzy said...

This was really nice, u re quite talented dude. nice one. Am in love already.

When are we getting married. lol

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Anonymous said...

Wow, this moved me to tears.
What great work Mr Colours. Keep it up.

isha said...

Good piece.
Thanks for stopping by at Mine's.