premature immolation

premature immolation

A Story by Abeni
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Short story

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Don't be scared my little angel,I promise to be gentle with you and I know you are going to cherish every moment of it Zana said as he stroked Maimunahs left breast,while she laid there in tears. I don't want you to be scared of me,we are now man and wife,I promise to enrol you in the community secondary school as soon as you give birth to our first son
   Her body totally frivolous of expression maimuha  laid there as Zana caressed her body slowly,Admireing his new bride and her obviously new pant,then undress himself. She felt as though an elephant had pounced on her just as Zana crawled up on her and felt as if her heart had just been ripped out when she felt this man hood inside of her.
   All she did was cry, waving all her dreams of going to the university in the city and becoming a surgeon goodbye,then the thought of saving her dying fathers life with the dowry  Zana paid gave her a little bit of comfort, it made her feel like she had accomplished something at the age of fourteen, at least she saved her loved ones life and that was a good thing she thought to her self. The smelly sweat dripping on her from Zanas face and the very disturbing sound he made kicked Maimunah back to reality as she struggled to open her eyes and look at the man callous enough to shamelessly snatch her virginity. Zana looked at her with a very fulfilled smile as he wiped some of the blood off the sheets with a white material
     That was the best four rounds of my life,you are indeed a woman now, get up and get dressed while I show our people the prof of dignity and woman hood he said as he wore his kaftan and stepped out joyfully. The excruciating pain Maimunah felt in her vagina was indeed strange to her,the weakness as if an oak tree had landed on her,the thirst,the pain the disappointment and  the terrible feeling of being outmanoeuvred by faith and circumstance where all she could feel as everything turned blur and faded into total darkness. It was over, she had lost the battle to a forty five year old man,she thought to herself as she bleed helplessly till it was over...

© 2014 Abeni


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