In his embrace was comfort and protection. I have known him since I came forth, when my mind was plain and without intention. He was my hero and the very first word my mouth could echo.
Five was the year he explained how much he loved me. A demonstration of his undying love was a kiss, a gentle
touch as I stood there confused of my emotions. “Tell no one how much daddy loves you or else he would stop loving you.” These were his words that turned me a fool.
15 was the year Mama traveled for three months on church mission. My lover came to bed, sprung into action and by the third month, I too was in love.
My first and only love is the husband to my mother. “Tell no one how much I love you or mummy will be mad at you and kill you.”
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My sense of morality from innocence have been perverted.
My sweet dreams are my nightmares.
He is the shadow of my past and the reflection of my future.
The paradox of a best friend and worse enemy, as mama without time is consumed by ministry. We have all the time in the world just you and I daddy…..
To be continued…..
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