Based on True story

"Leave my house" I shouted, dragging out of my room.

My voice echoed through the compound.

Neighbours were stretching their necks.

“What happened?” one asked.

“I barely hear his voice in the compound,” another one whispered.

At that moment, our eyes were red.

Our breath collided, hot against each other's face

"I am going nowhere, Ola," she refused.

I dragged her. 

She resisted.

Is my strength failing me?

 Nah

It became a military tug of war

Her punches flew in the air.

"Ouch!"

One hit my cheek, sending a sharp pain to my jaw.

After a physical back and forth; a battle of strength, as I called it, I finally evicted her from my room.

I released a breath of relief.

My eyes swept around, then I realized that the damage had been done.

My portrait frame was cracked.

 *The best writer of the year award* lay on the floor, looking helpless,broken beyond repair.

My clothes hanger had ripened off the wall.

Books were scattered across the room.

It was as though the storm had swept the room.

I bent, picking the books one after the other.

Little did I know that what had just happened in the four walls of my room was only the beginning.

Omo! I didn't know that within hours the story would take on its own life, leave my room and return with threats and accusations.

I never imagined that people I once called bloodies would stand at my doorstep not to hear my side of the story but to judge me.

And that was the day I learned that one single narrative can become the only narrative people want to believe 

To be continued…….. 

©️Ola