June Contest

Mind Is The Abyss

“E dey hold him boxer with belt.”
“Na dat yeye pesin you wan marry.”
“Your head no correct.”
Her name should have been a balance between beauty, brain and wealth.
This was five years in the future and it felt surreal; relieving a life you’ve never lived.
A car key.
He held it out to her.
Instinct kicked in.
She hesitated, but her flesh was willing.
The consequence.
The jujuman
Her womb.
No cries of children.

Cynthia sits on a raffia mat.
Mud walls.
Glazed eyes.
“It’s time to take your medicine.”
The chief priest squats before her.


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