THE REASON SHE ISN'T HERE ANYMORE ‼️‼️‼️

Well it all began in silence, no noise made, no questions asked, all bruises covered up. Now the noise has begun at the end, how ironic, blame is passed from one person to another.

Who is to blame? Why didn't she say anything? Why did she stay? 
I'll try to answer since she isn't here anymore.
Sh stayed for her children, to give them a home or at least that is what she thought she was doing.
She stayed for society, what would they say? what would they think? Would they respect me? would I still be accepted?

Last of all, she stayed for love. Love like they say is blind. Maybe it's blindness doesn't stop at the eyes it may extend to the mind.

These are all the reasons she might have stayed, these are all the reasons she isn't here anymore. she cared too much for the thought of others. she was scared.

-Dedicated to Osinachi  Nwachukwu (The Ekueme crooner)
Ps: I know it's coming late but I was too busy earlier this year.

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Comments

  1. Lamyn SpecAugust 10, 2022 at 7:21 AM

    Hopefully, a lot of women have learnt from her mistakes.

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  2. NezeAugust 11, 2022 at 12:02 AM

    Beautiful piece, carefully written, very thoughtful, Nigeria needs more people like you

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  3. AnonymousAugust 11, 2022 at 5:41 AM

    Lovely work...
    U're write-ups are really well-built and inspiring

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  4. AnonymousAugust 13, 2022 at 10:09 PM

    Nice one couzo 😊👍 and I must say that indeed this write up or contribution was an inspirational one ❤

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