Normalized evil and other stories

ows you who they are, bel

t paid for, but one he carried out nonetheless. A job he

ooked like the perfect couple. Mr Ayeni was tall, dark and handsome and M

home and I saw her, I would make sure to talk to her. She

ernoon. Whatever time of day it was, I would greet her a

eart skipped a bit. My name sounded different coming fr

and smile back at her. In

he day she was helping me braid my hair. He came back from work ea

red contorting his face like someone

inwe make her hair. This is the last one. I'm done." S

hout a response and went into his house with his wife trail

lking about was different from the home accidents I was taught about in school. At a point, I came to realize that the home accidents were becoming constant. I would see her with a cut on her lip, a black eye or

u this way." I said with the limited knowledge I had gained from school earlier that day. The news of the singer Osinachi who was kill

are such a bright child but you can

" I asked, baffled. This

en you grow up." I never knew how tr

t you had to endure whatever your husband dished out to you. Which meant you had to stay no mater how hard he beat you. "Men will alw

their private family life, they would say. "Why step into a husband and wife's private spats?" I heard one neighbour say. "It is true o. They wil

l he beats her." I plead

ms. Even the police officers will ask us to mind our business." My dad said with his newspaper i

I felt like shaking the words

not to hear. Suddenly, we heard a shout different from the one we were familiar wit

in shock. There was a suitcase close by. I think she was finally ready to leave, on

econd as farce. Yes, I killed my husband and when I finish writing this, I will kill myself. I won't let myself be captured and continue suffering for his

be killed by the person you promised forever who also promised you forever. One where you won't tak