Just A Little Twist

14th December 2012.

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑛,

I hope this meets you well. Well, I’m not too hopeful about that anyways. But, let me go on. I don’t know why I’m writing this, why I choose to do this now. Oh! Maybe I know. It makes me feel good. Yes, I feel better doing what I should have done long ago. It’s ethereal; this feeling- I see it oozing out of me, and I’m catching it and molding the feeling right back to my chest and it’s coming out all over again. It’s fun. It’s freedom.

That night before your birthday, when you had grumbled and roared that the caterer was yet to bring your cake, you shouldn’t have let me out. But, thank God you did, it made it a lot easier. I had been worrying about how I would make my plans work, but you didn’t notice. You never notice.

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It was easy to locate the caterer and wait while she packaged the cake and at the same time, set my plans into action. Don’t worry it wasn’t a planned plan. I had not always had it in mind, it just happened; the plan. It came like a flash of thought the night I lost my baby, the night you beat my baby out of me. And then the next day you sent me to get your birthday cake and then there was no time to rethink the plan.

While the caterer packaged the cake, I told her I was only going to get something down the street. I left and returned in a jiffy, the chill from the drizzle biting into my skin. She handed over the cake and I returned home right in time. Your eyes danced in happiness. You didn’t notice anything. Of course, there was nothing to notice, not that you would if there was something.

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The next day, your excitement was all over the place. It painted the walls and we breathed its heady scent. It was your birthday. I smiled and wished you a happy birthday. You smiled and kissed my cheek. I still feel it- the imprint of your lips, the warm yet cold lines you left on my cheek, a reminder of what you are, of what brought me passion and pain. I cherished and detest it- the whole of you.

We began making preparations for the evening, for you and I only, as you have always done. I put much effort into the chicken soup I prepared that afternoon, making sure I was dressed hot like the pot of soup. You did notice, that never missed your sight. And even as we made love right there in the kitchen, your balls rolling and ramming into me as I loved it, my mind was running wild with me. But, it was not with passion, it was something more intense. You will soon find out. But you already know, you should.

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After a successful meal was cooked, in-between the intense fire that burnt alongside the gas fire, we were set for the evening. I allowed you to dance with me, even when I felt suffocating in the stupid gown you bought for me. The gown that brought out all my curves yet also made me struggle to breathe. I danced, I smiled, even when there was nothing to smile about.

We were celebrating four birthdays of yours without a child. My heart pushed against my chest, pain alongside. I was cold in your arms, drained of all the passion of the afternoon, drained of everything I have ever felt for you. You were quick to down your drink and request another and I was happy to serve you another. Maybe that was something I was happy about that night. Again, you didn’t notice I wasn’t drinking. Poor you! But, it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway if you did.

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When you started choking, you didn’t understand. You still drank from the same cup even with the smile on my face until the pain threw you on the ground and I was not helping. You tried to call out, maybe compel me to help you, but it was too late. I was bigger than you this time and that made me super proud. You watched me watch you struggle with your life.

My best moment was when the realization hit you that I had poisoned you. I saw it in the shift of your eyeballs. That was the climax of my happiness, the realization that I could kill you. That was what killed you faster than the drug I used to spike your drink.

I hope you don’t rest in peace 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙾𝙽

Yours faithfully,

Y̶o̶u̶r̶ w̶i̶f̶e̶

ABOUT THE WRITER

Chinonso Marymartin Okoabu is a student of the prestigious University of Calabar where she is studying Human Anatomy. She is a creative writer who focuses on SEO content and fiction. Her works have been published on different websites and in Love Feast Magazine. She aims to reach out to the youths positively with her stories.