It’s okay, I can wait. I can wait for you to finally say you’re not okay. I can wait until the bruises fade, the swelling around your eyes subside, and the colour of your cheeks shed their crimson specks. It’s okay.
I can wait for you to swallow the lump of pride lodged in your throat to be chucked up in the face of your tormentor. I can wait for the voices of denial to pitter-patter in the direction of oblivion. It’s okay.
I can wait until you allow the sun to spill onto your face again, until your eyes can reflect the shimmer of its rays, for you to smile a full set, minus your front two. It’s okay.
I can wait for you because every waking day I walk with you, jammed between your heart and your chest, waiting, just waiting for you to breathe life into me again. I can wait until you no longer wish to be a dead woman walking. It’s okay. I can wait.
© LaYinka Sanni, April 2013
Disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction.
From Tuesday 
loved it
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Thank you, sis! 🙂
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Nice piece of writing mashaAllah!
My thoughts;
The inner self debate, struggle and turmoil; Patience and tolerance v justice and challenge. Patience and tolerance slowly being overcome by the desire, fight, hurt and hope that drives the will for justice and challenge.
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What a wonderful analysis, mama! You hit the nail on the head – hard.
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Ahh thanks x
I guess I’m in tune to your work, well it’s either that or I’m a hardcore fan! (Feel free to put me in which ever category you prefer 🙂 )
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This brought tears to my eyes. So relevant in my life right now.
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Oh, Nora! Your comment was bittersweet – I’m sad that you can realistically relate to it. 😦
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