Volume 7: Part 1: A Mother’s Love
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It is said that in the same way it is impossible to see one’s reflection in a litre of boiling water, so was it also impossible to see the truth when one was angry. I was completely blinded by my anger and hatred, that in turn made me lose sight of the things hidden beneath what is seen on the surface. I saw first hand the struggles and sacrifices of my great grandmother Adebisi, then, only then did I truly understand why everything she did was not entirely her fault, she was just a victim of circumstances and the circumstances she had to face were things that could really break a strong person’s will. I’ll start her story from her tragic childhood, or more specifically, the time when she could tell the difference between what was right and what was wrong. She happened to lose her parents at a very young age, she was only seven when she watched her parents get murdered by assassins, she also happened to witness that it happened in front of her uncle and aunt, the two people her parents most trusted, they only sat back and watched as her parents were being slaughtered, smirking intensely at the chaos ensuing. Her parents were murdered right in front of her but for a specific reason, she was spared, her uncle ordered for her to be killed alongside her parents but her aunt thought otherwise, she reminded her uncle that the chief priest had just told them he could never have a child, she saw my great grandmother Adebisi as a child they could raise as their own, she would be the child they never had, her uncle after careful deliberation agreed to the arrangement but only after he had viciously warned my great grandmother Adebisi that if he heard anything, even as little as a rumour, she’ll be killed immediately and it would most surely be painful, my great grandmother offered her promise to not give any information, not even something as little as a whisper about the murder of her parents and thus began the suffering of my great grandmother Adebisi, she really suffered a whole lot and this was just the tip of the iceberg, she had only begun her long line of pain. She watched on as her uncle was appointed regent till she was about eighteen years of age, she was going to have to keep up with this till she was eighteen years old but who was she to complain. When she clocked the age of twelve, her uncle started sexually harassing her and everyone she reported him to either shut her up or reported her back to him. He forced her to give him lap dances and blow jobs till she was fourteen, then, it only got worse. He called her into his room one bright Saturday morning and immediately she entered, he locked the doors, he instructed her to take her clothes off and after she refused to do so, he beat her up, he beat her till she was beyond weak and then, he tore her clothes off and then r***d her, he grabbed her underdeveloped breasts at intervals and sometimes even sucked it, he r***d her over and over again till she was sixteen, then, fearing what she would do to them if she became queen begun hatching a plan to marry her to a nearby prince, someone they could control and who as king would take over the throne from her reins. Adebisi had actually found love in a stable boy, she loved him intensely and he loved her way much more, she promised to marry him when she became king but things were about to take a rather painful turn. Adebisi not knowing the plan her aunt and uncle had for her informed her aunt she wanted to marry a stable boy, her aunt agreed to support her and arrange the marriage in order, that however was far from what followed suit. The poor stable boy was murdered on that very day and his head was delivered to great grandmother Adebisi, she cried through the night and when morning came, she went after her aunt, her aunt was however prepared for her, she had her locked up and tortured but Adebisi never really had a chance of fighting back but she at least thought she had the crown coming to her in less than two years, but that itself was going to be taken far away from her, the worst was yet to come. She was taken out of her cell two weeks later, she was about to thank her aunt for her release when she heard that she was getting married the next day, she shouted out in protest and voiced out her anger at them for what they had planned out for her without her consent but she was shut up and forced into attending the wedding to her aunt’s nephew, the crown prince of Lagos (known as Eko back then), she completed the marriage rites and then, it was time for her honeymoon but her honeymoon turned out to be something you could call hell. Her aunt had fed her husband lies about her, her aunt had called her a w***e and painted her in the worst possible way, her husband who happened to be someone she had no love for made derogatory statements towards her, he made it sound like she was a whole goddamn p********e, he had no respect for her and it was all thanks to her aunt. She at that point failed to realise she had lost the crown and still looked forward to becoming a queen. She kept up with her sham of a marriage for about one and a half years, getting only pain in return for her sacrifices and obedience, then came the time for her to ascend the throne but to her greatest surprise, her husband was the one crowned king and she was named Queen on the basis that she was married to him, not because it was her birth right, she was just robbed of her birth right but she didn’t really take it to heart, her aunt and uncle had always robbed of things her entire life. She however failed to realize that her suffering had only really begun, the worst was yet to come.
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