Ọgochụkwụ :
Asa was my heart and my tonic.
In 2008, I was with a man I thought was too good for me. He abused me humiliated me, beat me, treated me like dirt. And yet, I stayed. He was the first thing I had that felt like mine. No one wanted me, except him on the days he did. When we kissed, "i went deep", but he always wanted more. He was distant, unreachable, he was far away.
To survive both him and myself, I would drown in Asa’s voice Awe, Jailer, Bibanke. Whenever I yearned for my mother who had died quickly or anything that even resembled a mom, I turned to Iba.
My misery was housed beside a morgue, a place I should have feared ordinarily. But for my starvation a place for the lifeless seemed like a haven, just like the poison I couldn’t stop loving.
Just like my abuser. I went there often, and I remember each visit clearly because I chased that place, for as long as Asa’s music kept me breathing.
2025-07-30 06:57:59