Political Beat of Joy; Unaccepted Marriage

“What are you writing this time?” A rusty voice glitched in my ears. It was an irritable sound I’ve come to get use to.

“Leave that thing and come give daddy some sugar,” he said. I didn’t need to look to know he was probably rubbing his oversized gluttonous belly.

“Baby! You know how important writing is to me. It’s my only comfort in this house, since you won’t let me out of your sight,” I said with a fake smiling creasing my face.

“Hmm! Okay, I’ll let you go out this weekend,” he said, the man I never imagined myself to end up with. How could I be married to a man as old as this, old enough to be my father’s elder brother. But I have to keep it inside. Life brought me here, and that life was born out of my own stupidity. If I was anymore careful, I would not be in the hands of honourable Balogun, not even as his fourth wife.