Her father walked out on her mother when she was only an embryo…she heard her mother cry day in and day out.As she developed inside,her mothers words begun to sting like a wasp.The pain grew onto her like malady.Being in her mothers womb she learned to share her pain.They braved the storm together.Even when there was too much smoke in the kitchen,the cooking never stopped.I guess the hardships and toil created a strong bond.A bond like no other.The distress of having to raise a child with no father consumed her and the torment of feeling she was the cause her mother’s pain tormented her.
Now it was no longer affliction.It was aversion and affliction all in one.The bruises she had in her heart even before taking her first breathe.
The due date had come…after all the screams and the immense pain.The thought of what she would feed this child or what roof they would live under she named her Arnia. She was so beautiful.Her beautiful brown almond eyes that brought tears to those that glanced at her.Some watched in envy while others simply wished she was theirs.Her fair brown skin which was as smooth as silk.Her little dainty fingers and her loud cry which gave an alarm to many that saw her.It was immense pain,only her and the mother knew about.
She grew up to hate every male she looked at,they irked her.She felt the need to cause harm to them.To make them non existent,but that would still never fill the hole in her heart.The hollowness she felt every time she was behind closed doors.Nobody knew that her pillow was soaked with tears every night.Her mother had taught her to wear the pain like stilettos.Only she felt the pain,everybody else saw beauty that was inestimable.She prayed to GOD to give her a heart to forgive and love.
At the age of 18 her mother kicked the bucket.Just when she had started to believe in a better perhaps,she had learned to dance like nobody was watching and sing like an angel.Once again she was back to square one.A world with no father,mother neither a sibling.Pure darkness…silent night as is in a graveyard.She called it rain,only because she believed it would make her grow and the sun was bound to come out anyway.She pledged to open her heart so she would not feel so lonely.So she too could belong and feel loved like everybody else.
At 19 she fell in love.She was head over heels for him.I mean who would blame her?With
his lovely dark skin and gorgeous black hair.His well built body and chiseled face with an amazing charisma he carried around.She felt he was perfect for her.They shared invaluable moments together.The connection was deep you would say.She let him in on her 19 years of AFFLICTION.She told him about how much she resented her father for getting physical with her mother and walking out on her when she was only an embryo.He gave her a shoulder to lean on and wiped her tears.Slowly but unsure,she started to give in.First it was her body,her heart and finally her SOUL.But all this happened in a jiffy,she was trapped in the moment.Feeling alone and having somebody do all the things you want them to do,saying the things you wanna hear.
He walked right outside the door after he got what he wanted,she was broken…..no no devastated.She felt betrayed,she had let in the wrong man just like her mama did.
After years of mopping around,she picked up the broken pieces and decided to move on.With a good job,beautiful face and banging body.All the men were running after her before they could learn how to crawl.She let in NO2…he let her down,NO3,4,5.All were from the same fiber.
She hated her father so much…yet every man she let in deeply reminded her of him ;(…..