Nigeria

Her name was Nigeria

She’d been abused by her previous husbands

Somehow she always seemed to make the wrong choices when picking her partners

Her parents called her blessed

Her skin was honey

On her hands and feet were symbols of prosperity

Oh Nigeria,

She didn’t lack anything

When she grew older, she got the attention of men, both good and evil

They were suave, they made promises

She believed them

She married “the one” and he hurt her

Because she had hopes and dreams of a better life, she gave in to the 2nd, the 3rd, the 4th…

They took her symbols from her, they stripped her naked, they terrorised her

Where was the vibrant young woman the world used to know?

The woman who laughed and had a glint in her eyes

Whose mind cooked up much mischieviousness

Her children were tired and angry

She started to fight back

Finally she was free

She began to heal

And then he showed up…

She was wary at first

After so much heartbreak and abuse, she’d had enough

She wasn’t going to settle until he’d proven himself

Her family was divided

Some were against him

Many were in support

They sang his praises, talked about his past accomplishment and how he was what she needed at that point in her life.

She might have freed herself from her previous husbands, but she was still a victim.

He made her feel safe, secure and excited for the future

So she chose him

He caressed her and let down her hair

Told her to let go of her fears and release her arms, didn’t she trust him?

She did

She surrendered her weapons, the codes to her safe and gave him honour

One day, she came home and met her children crying

They hadn’t eaten all day, they told her

They were filthy

The vestiges of last night was still on them

She picked them up and went inside

There he was calmly counting her money

She didn’t notice the men at the corners, hidden in the dark; his brothers.

But she noticed the collar beside him

Why have you left my kids to suffer? She asked.

He said nothing and continued counting her money

It made Nigeria so angry

She walked up to him and sent the money flying

That was the end.

He held her hands, bounded her and beat her up

Her children came to her rescue, but he kicked every one of them

That was when she saw the men, his brothers

She watched them kill her children

She was helpless to do anything

They pleaded for mercy, they begged for her and still they killed them.

He killed them

He took the honour she’d given him and turned it into a cage.

He wore her the shock collar and led her to her new home

She remains there till this day

Barren, wounded…dying.

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