Patrick stories

I was once beautiful, perfectly sculpted with gold clothing
My face clearer than the springs, smiles radiated from me
She greeted me naked, clothed, happy and I in turn showed her perfection
She was fulfilled and safe as was i, hidden from the faces of men
I stare into her soul as she does mine and innocence radiates
She was as pure as the sparkles from the diamonds
Then in the dark my back felt the crack as I kissed the ground
Slowly, painfully I could see the crack surface to my once perfect face
My glassy particles fell and her blood spilled
I was on the ground and she beside me barely clothed not by choice
My once beautifully sculpted back broken, her roses taken
I was broken and so was she
Our faces met, but darkness erupted
No more sparkles in her eyes, no more joy
Our secrets were taken from us by force
For the robber had stolen from us our purity and dignity
She put me back together, yet I am not whole for all I see is a hollow being

I was alive before the earth invited her
My body as large as the whale, and yet sturdy and sound
I watched her walk with four limbs and they good enough
Till maturity decided otherwise
She once crawled close to my feet and greeted me with a smile
I looked into her soul and peace radiated
Every morning I had greeted her with her father and mother
He gave her kisses and gave me neatness
She was my friend and I her confidant
Her father became too busy and my face too cloudy
He missed days, then weeks before his presence became another’s
Her mother broken , became engulfed by drunkenness
I was rejected by her and she sought refuge at tables
Little by little she became bigger and I smaller
Till she could no more bear the being she saw in me
Depression arrived and I was forgotten
She became larger than I and once she looked at me only shame radiated
Till she greeted me for the last time with a fist
Then I was shattered

I was not specially clothed but I was bought with love
She took me from the slick tongue for notes
I arrived her home because of her journey
She was beautiful and ready to leave her home
Love had reached out its tentacles to her and she held on
Little by little I saw the signs; he was not good enough I felt at my first glance
There was something dark in his eyes and I could tell
To the aisles they headed and she was sold to slavery
Days into the nuptial Bliss, was a peaceful miss
Beautiful face, bright eyes and nose
She was happy or so she thought
Weeks passed and the real monster surfaced
At first black circles became friends with her eyes
She’d try to cover it up, but I always saw even down to vulnerability
The broken lips surfaced , handprints followed then blood
I was horrified at the figure before me
She was no longer the sweet lady that brought me home
She’d look at me and cry ,I her and mourn
He came back and she healed but I knew better.
Hit ! Kick ! Hit someone was pounding I felt
Then followed the scream
She ran into our room and then I saw the monster in his full form
Hit! Kick !push and with that she landed on my face
She looked at me and I saw in her what I had never seen before Rage
We lay side by side while he left
She in a pool of blood and I surrounded by my pieces

I was her most prized possession, she made me glow
Her mother would tie her hair in front of me and she’d look at me and smile
Her eyes were filled with love, it was more than a brown stream
We were the only ones in our kingdom as her father had left us in a coffin
Her mother sought the best for her and sometimes forgot who she was toiling for after all
Loneliness slapped us in the face and soon she spoke
Her mother pained, decided a little help was needed
The neighbour !
A week after he was ushered in and gave her the attention she needed
She always told how good he was and I did see truth to it
She showed me gifts and expressed her warmth and I saw that she had seen a father in him
Today she stormed in tear eyed, confused and scared
There was something she was not telling and I was her confidant
Moments after he followed with gifts ,but I thought he was forbade from entering our room
He begged like his life depended on it, then I noticed her limping
She was horrified and I confused.
Love had become fear in a matter of hours
She held her up and spoke harshly, she was never to mention to anyone he said
She fell and whimpered and he left
She crawled to me and looked at me with disgust
She pulled of her skirt, then saw I marks in the forbidden area
Blood!! Marks! Pain
I now understood what had happened
She shrieked away from me like I repelled her
Or was it who she saw in me that drove her away
For thirteen years I was her Friend but now she loathed me
I saw her cry and I died within me
When she arose she picked up the vase
And with a hard throw my body cracked and let out pieces
I was betrayed and she violated
She took a piece of me and sliced her wrists and I lay helplessly
As the blood bid her veins farewell
“Mother be on time” she whispered and with that she slept

Written by:
michael okpara university
Department of biochemistry

THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS is a tale that tends to justify the women Fate which extends its mysterious manipulation using the broken mirrors. Here the writer was passing a message of rape, suicide,blood,death,rage, love turned sour and all its mess.

1.The Golden mirror (RAPE)
Most times women and ladies are victims of a robbery gone bad.
When the thieves don’t find valuables to take, the rape their female victims.This does not only happen in Nigeria but the whole world.Rape is a deadly form of abuse that affects the victim psychologically, emotionally, physically and even socially.The mirror tells the tale of a young lady full of life and bright till she’s faced with the trauma of rape.

2.The Wooden mirror(DEPRESSION)
Here in the tales of the wooden mirror,The child who used to enjoy a loving family is shattered by her parent’s divorce.She is depressed and fights it by eating a lot. Sometimes broken marriages affect the children more,which is why parents should always pay attention to their kids in such situations.Anyone going through difficult situations should learn to speak up,depression is a disease and should be treated as such.Here in the tales of the wooden mirror.

3.The Plastic mirror(ABUSIVE MARRIAGE)
Abusive marriages have been one err in the society that has brought many women to their early graves.Before tying the knot with any man make sure you look out for such signs.’ Is he hot tempered? ‘ Did he hit you while you were dating? or during courtship?
Don’t blow any signs off ,open up to people. When you find yourself in such situations as a lady please open to people, do not conceal your agony .

4.The Silver mirror(MOLESTATION)
Here in the tales of the wooden mirror,This tells of neglect on the part of the children. Here the writer is talking about molestation. Every parent should always make time for their children.Do not let work consume you and never leave your children in the hands of other people. The world is becoming evil ,uncles and other family members can also form one of this abusive behaviour on your child.Teach your children to speak up when someone does anything to them ,As a parent you should be their number one confidant.
Children(girls) within the age range of 6-15 have been constant victims of child molestation. It is our duty as women to curb that.

Here is a question for my fellow bloggers and readers:

1. What are you contribution,opinion and views about the tale?

2. What are the views about the four tales of women?

3. How can you connect this four tales about women in the society?

Please let me know all your reactions, views and insights in the comment box below!

Credited to :
Women who fight depression, molestation and thrive to be self independent, and to all feminist

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