"I hope I'm not too late?".

I smiled widely and greeted him on my knees, He is Jinke's uncle and waliy.

"Ekasan sir (good afternoon sir) ". Jinke's eyes widened to the size of small tea saucers. Good to know that he knows the implications of this.

"Iya wà Ekasan oo(Our mother good afternoon)",
My mom looked at him like he was stupid, my father pinches her hand to stop her from talking, he instead answers for her, making it the first time he's speaking.

"Walaikum salam." He reminds Jinke's uncle. He scrambles to find a seat and when he seats he looks at Jinke who is kneeling on the floor weirdly.

Black spots dance in front of my eyes and a nagging pain in my lower abdomen reminds me of my painful cramps. I swiftly found a seat and unfortunately it was right where Jinke was kneeling.

"I want to let everyone know  that I finally decided to leave Jinke, I no longer want to be his wife, I've had three years of immense torture and pain and I don't want that to continue happening."
Jinke due to his vintage point lets him hold my waist and I look at him indifferently and wait to feel something. Nothing.

He traces his finger down my leg to my calf and beyond the occasional twitch, I felt nothing. Absolutely Nothing.

His uncle nods his head furiously as though he knew the reason I was leaving. I had set my mind to leave immediately after the wedding, I could no longer stay. I'd stayed too long, I need my sanity back.

Oh Allah!

I refuse to let any human take my peace and life, You own it all. You are my creator, You are all I can rely on in this world. I ask that You uphold me while I make this life decision.

"It's Over."

I looked at Jinke and firmly made this statement.
"I'm done with you. All done."

My parents stood together, my father helping my mother up. She held her hand out to me and held me to her bosom while I cried. I cried for the things I'd lost.

I cried for the days of verbal and emotional abuse, I cried for the times I'd scorned Allah because I lost my baby.

I cried for all the days I couldn't tell my mother things that had happened to me knowing she'd help.

I cried for loosing my voice, the same voice I asked other women to have. The very strength I asked women to exude. I cried for how I lost it all.

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This is the end!!!!!!!!!! 😖😖😞😞
I'm wistful, I cried whilst writing this chapter and after bawling my eyes out I lost the inspiration, talk about bummer.

This chapter is dedicated to Zeenat Kabir. You are amazing sister. 😘😘❤❤💙💗💚💜❤

Over the  eight weeks of writing this book, I met amazing people that have inspired me all around, I'm amazed I didn't know them that well before now. Thank you all.

Thank you everyone for voting, reading, commenting, sharing and  loving Ajike, I've been an emotional mess going through all the comments.

Finally, there's an epilogue and because I haven't begun writing it and school is taking my time and energy, I'll put it up when you all least expect it. I promise.

Thank you all so much, I love you all. God bless you all richly.