Delusion

As a young woman growing up in the streets of Mokolo, our world centred on stories from the old Arabian Nights. The thought of marriage was mesmerizing, a world where mirage matured to reality and dreams sprung to life — a world filled with pleasure and eternal lewdness. It was a fairy world where women were honoured, barred from work, and fed on the pleasure husbands emitted in bed.

I looked through our hotel window. At the rear of the cart that had brought us few minutes ago was inscribed in fat clear and defiant letters; “Just Married”. It told its exciting stories to passers-by.

From the antique window of the hotel, I heard the fluttering of linings followed by a spurting sound of rekindled candle wigs. Abanda was determined to give me the wonderful night he thought I deserved — at least that’s what he’d told me in the cloudy days of our courtship.

The fine rug led the way from the saloon into the master bed room. A giant antique bed stood astride half the room, beautifully dressed in velvet Egyptian linings. Only the two soft pillows could make one decide where to put one’s head.

The room was dimly lit by thick-waxed candles and disinfected with sweet alluring perfume. I moved closer to the bridge in front of the bed and knelt beside the bed to have a feel of its lusciousness —

“How is my morning palm wine doing?” Abanda gathered me from behind into his muscular torso.

Warmth from his bare masculine body sparked tones of throbs in my heart and got me trembling.

The hour has come, a timid voice said deep within me.

the loin round my chest dropped on the floor and let bare myself to grace the eyes of my beloved. He seemed satisfied with what he saw — I had been cut at twelve just like most of the girls in Mokolo.

He deepened his trembling paw in my thigh and I responded with the same feverish gesture. But — my hand met with a lax piece of cold skin that fell weak like a piece of soaked towel. It remained lazed despite the rigorous feminine fiddling!

“Sorry it leaden ages ago”, he whispered in my left ear and left me shivering there in the cold paws of disappointment —

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