FATE OF WOMEN – THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS (TALES)

THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS (TALES)

 

 

THE GOLDEN MIRROR

I was once beautiful, perfectly sculpted with gold clothing

My face clearer than the springs, smiles radiated from me

She greeted me naked, clothed, happy and I in turn showed her perfection

She was fulfilled and safe as was i, hidden from the faces of men

I stare into her soul as she does mine and innocence radiates

She was as pure as the sparkles from the diamonds

Then in the dark my back felt the crack as I kissed the ground

Slowly, painfully I could see the crack surface to my once perfect face

My glassy particles fell and her blood spilled

I was on the ground and she beside me barely clothed not by choice

My once beautifully sculpted back broken, her roses taken

I was broken and so was she

Our faces met, but darkness erupted

No more sparkles in her eyes, no more joy

Our secrets were taken from us by force

For the robber had stolen from us our purity and dignity

She put me back together, yet I am not whole for all I see is a hollow being

THE WOODEN MIRROR

I was alive before the earth invited her

My body as large as the whale, and yet sturdy and sound

I watched her walk with four limbs and they good enough

Till maturity decided otherwise

She once crawled close to my feet and greeted me with a smile

I looked into her soul and peace radiated

Every morning I had greeted her with her father and mother

He gave her kisses and gave me neatness

She was my friend and I her confidant

Her father became too busy and my face too cloudy

He missed days, then weeks before his presence became another’s

Her mother broken , became engulfed by drunkenness

I was rejected by her and she sought refuge at tables

Little by little she became bigger and I smaller

Till she could no more bear the being she saw in me

Depression arrived and I was forgotten

She became larger than I and once she looked at me only shame radiated

Till she greeted me for the last time with a fist

Then I was shattered

THE PLASTIC MIRROR

I was not specially clothed but I was bought with love

She took me from the slick tongue for notes

I arrived her home because of her journey

She was beautiful and ready to leave her home

Love had reached out its tentacles to her and she held on

Little by little I saw the signs; he was not good enough I felt at my first glance

There was something dark in his eyes and I could tell

To the aisles they headed and she was sold to slavery

Days into the nuptial Bliss, was a peaceful miss

Beautiful face, bright eyes and nose

She was happy or so she thought

Weeks passed and the real monster surfaced

At first black circles became friends with her eyes

She’d try to cover it up, but I always saw even down to vulnerability

The broken lips surfaced , handprints followed then blood

I was horrified at the figure before me

She was no longer the sweet lady that brought me home

She’d look at me and cry ,I her and mourn

He came back and she healed but I knew better.

Hit ! Kick ! Hit someone was pounding I felt

Then followed the scream

She ran into our room and then I saw the monster in his full form

Hit! Kick !push and with that she landed on my face

She looked at me and I saw in her what I had never seen before Rage

We lay side by side while he left

She in a pool of blood and I surrounded by my pieces

THE SILVER MIRROR

I was her most prized possession, she made me glow

Her mother would tie her hair in front of me and she’d look at me and smile

Her eyes were filled with love, it was more than a brown stream

We were the only ones in our kingdom as her father had left us in a coffin

Her mother sought the best for her and sometimes forgot who she was toiling for after all

Loneliness slapped us in the face and soon she spoke

Her mother pained, decided a little help was needed

The neighbour !

A week after he was ushered in and gave her the attention she needed

She always told how good he was and I did see truth to it

She showed me gifts and expressed her warmth and I saw that she had seen a father in him

Today she stormed in tear eyed, confused and scared

There was something she was not telling and I was her confidant

Moments after he followed with gifts ,but I thought he was forbade from entering our room

He begged like his life depended on it, then I noticed her limping

She was horrified and I confused.

Love had become fear in a matter of hours

She held her up and spoke harshly, she was never to mention to anyone he said

She fell and whimpered and he left

She crawled to me and looked at me with disgust

She pulled of her skirt, then saw I marks in the forbidden area

Blood!! Marks! Pain

I now understood what had happened

She shrieked away from me like I repelled her

Or was it who she saw in me that drove her away

For thirteen years I was her Friend but now she loathed me

I saw her cry and I died within me

When she arose she picked up the vase

And with a hard throw my body cracked and let out pieces

I was betrayed and she violated

She took a piece of me and sliced her wrists and I lay helplessly

As the blood bid her veins farewell

“Mother be on time” she whispered and with that she slept

Written by:

NWAGBARA MICHELLE NWAONU

Writer/Blogger

michael okpara university

Department of biochemistry

STRUCTURAL REVIEW ON THE TALES

THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS is a tale that tends to justify the women Fate which extends its mysterious manipulation using the broken mirrors. Here the writer was passing a message of rape, suicide,blood,death,rage, love turned sour and all its mess.

1.The Golden mirror (RAPE)

Most times women and ladies are victims of a robbery gone bad.

When the thieves don’t find valuables to take, the rape their female victims.This does not only happen in Nigeria but the whole world.Rape is a deadly form of abuse that affects the victim psychologically, emotionally, physically and even socially.The mirror tells the tale of a young lady full of life and bright till she’s faced with the trauma of rape.

2.The Wooden mirror(DEPRESSION)

Here in the tales of the wooden mirror,The child who used to enjoy a loving family is shattered by her parent’s divorce.She is depressed and fights it by eating a lot. Sometimes broken marriages affect the children more,which is why parents should always pay attention to their kids in such situations.Anyone going through difficult situations should learn to speak up,depression is a disease and should be treated as such.Here in the tales of the wooden mirror.

3.The Plastic mirror(ABUSIVE MARRIAGE)

Abusive marriages have been one err in the society that has brought many women to their early graves.Before tying the knot with any man make sure you look out for such signs.’ Is he hot tempered? ‘ Did he hit you while you were dating? or during courtship?

Don’t blow any signs off ,open up to people. When you find yourself in such situations as a lady please open to people, do not conceal your agony .

4.The Silver mirror(MOLESTATION)

Here in the tales of the wooden mirror,This tells of neglect on the part of the children. Here the writer is talking about molestation. Every parent should always make time for their children.Do not let work consume you and never leave your children in the hands of other people. The world is becoming evil ,uncles and other family members can also form one of this abusive behaviour on your child.Teach your children to speak up when someone does anything to them ,As a parent you should be their number one confidant.

Children(girls) within the age range of 6-15 have been constant victims of child molestation. It is our duty as women to curb that.

Here is a question for my fellow bloggers and readers:

1. What are you contribution,opinion and views about the tale?

2. What are the views about the four tales of women?

3. How can you connect this four tales about women in the society?

Please let me know all your reactions, views and insights in the comment box below!

Credited to :

Women who fight depression, molestation and thrive to be self independent, and to all feminist

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