The Narrator

If the walls could talk, they would have millions and millions of stories to tell.

We see these pretty faces and flashy cars. We see the smiles and the nice clothes but we don’t know what goes on when the doors are closed. The walls are silent. The night has taken over.  The darkness hovers in the silence of stories untold.

There goes Mrs Collins. She waves to her neighbours as she gets into her husband’s car. Adanma Collins has it all; a wonderful job with one of the finest financial institutions in the country, 2 beautiful children and a very handsome husband that dotes on her hand and foot. He drops her off at her workplace, adjusts the lovely Hermes scarf round her neck, kisses her and wishes her a good day at work before he drives off. Her darling, darling husband.

Many of her friends envy her. Many wish they lived her life. Oh, she has it all! Add to the fact that her husband is a major player in the shipping industry coupled with his interests in Oil and Gas and they certainly don’t lack for anything. But they don’t know. They don’t know Mr Collins has a bad temper. That he hits his wife at the slightest provocation. They remark on the pretty scarf that hides the ugly bruises she suffered when he choked her last night. All they see is the display of love and affection that the Collins exhibit in public. But they don’t know, they don’t know that Adanma lives in fear of her husband. Her darling, darling husband.

Sola is in JSS1. He is well-behaved but does not talk much to anybody. Sola does not have friends. His classmates think him a snob. His teachers try to draw him out. Nobody knows why the most brilliant boy in JSS1 is too quiet. They finally reach a conclusion; Sola is socially awkward and it is best to leave him alone. Every other night, Sola’s dad comes into his room and makes him perform unspeakable acts. Every other night, Sola sleeps naked with face to the wall while his anus hurts. But nobody knows. The darkness hovers in the silence of stories untold.

I see these things. I hear the muted screams. I see the tears streaming when the bodies are numb with feeling.

I am the unseen custodian of the events of a thousand and one nights.

I am............the Narrator
@NiranNoni

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