AN EXCERPT FROM A DOMINATRIX’S JOURNAL- Part 16
Wet dreams, Water spirits.
Date: 23-06-2025
OOTD:
I’m in a mud house, lying on a raffia mat, pretending to be asleep. I can hear laughter coming from the room next to mine. They sound happy. Excited. Like a wedding is happening.
No, not a wedding. An introduction. My introduction. My lover has finally come to ask for my hand. I’m nervous. Restless. Agitated. Like I know something bad is about to happen.
My sisters finally come into the room. I’m still lying on my mat. My husband-to-be is waiting for me.
“Hope you are not developing cold feet?” my sisters ask in Igbo, still laughing.
“I’m okay, I’m fine. I’ll dress up now,” I respond.
I quickly stand up from my mat, fold it, and run to the backyard of our compound to take a shower. Ten minutes later, I’m back in my room, and my sisters help me dress up. I try to calm my beating heart and force a smile onto my face. I am happy to be getting married, but I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.
It is time to step out to meet my soon-to-be husband. I apply some coconut oil to my chapped lips and step out to meet my father and my husband-to-be.
When I see him, I lower my head slightly so I am only staring at his mouth, not his eyes. When he smiles, I can see his teeth—teeth that shone like the insides of fresh coconuts.
My father looks at me and asks if I know and want to marry the gentleman sitting on the wooden bench beside him. I raise my head to meet my lover’s eyes. We hold each other's gaze for a split second before I turn around and give my father a yes.
My father smiles. My lover also has a smile on his face.
They finally break the Oji (kolanut) and share palm wine with the men around. Soon, it is time to leave.
My husband-to-be walks to the corner where I am sitting on a white plastic chair, sipping palm wine, and kisses my forehead.
“Anyi gá afu ozo (We will see again),” he says, then gets into his car and drives off.
My lover did not get home that day.
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Onyonyo (Mirror)
I am her
She is me
Our lover died
But he comes for us when we close our eyes.
He kisses her
But I am her
Our lover died
But he comes for us when we close our eyes.
Signed
Mommy❤️
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