When Broken Chords Sing By Abimbola Dare -Win A Copy

This book is based on the true life happenings of a Domestic Violence victim.

Four copies of this book is available free of charge for Stella Dimoko Korkus blog visitors.If you are interested,please read through and mail the contact email.

Acknowledgement to SDK blog for the Domestic Voilence Dairy

An excerpt

Abuja, Nigeria: Present Day   

 “Where is my food?”   

I snapped out of my trance, jerked my head left. Chris was standing at the doorjamb to the kitchen, clutching his chequered pyjama bottoms. “I have been standing here for a good two minutes watching you stare at nothing.” He pointed a free hand at the tap. “See how you are wasting water in this economy? Why is my yam not cooked since 4:00 a.m.?”   

What time was it now? I shook my head, shut the tap off. The sink was on the verge of spilling over; chunks of yam had wedged into the drainage,  blocking it. “Sorry.”    

Straightening my back, I unplugged the drainage, and water sucked in with a loud whoosh. I picked up the yam pieces, loaded each one into the pot. Chris‟s eyes bored holes through my back as I plodded to the gas cooker and turned on the gas. With a hiss, fire encircled the knobs. I placed the pot on the knob and stood, back rigid. What was Chris still doing behind me?   

“What are you thinking of, Destiny?” Chris asked.  “What do you always daydream about?”  

“Nothing,” I lied.   

“This Stanley Briggs has not left your mind, abi?”  

My heart galloped. Was it that obvious?   

Chris came up behind me, grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Am I wrong?”   

I craned my neck to ease the clench. “Please, I am pregnant.”   

“Pregnant for whom? Me or Stanley?”    

His grip bit into my neck, pulled at my hair roots, the sting travelling from my brain through to my toes.    

“I have not seen Stanley in years.” I struggled to keep my voice in check. “Let me go, Chris.”   

He spun me around, slammed my spine into the cooker. It was a miracle the pot of yams did not clatter to the ground.   

“Tell me you were not thinking of him.” Spittle flecked at his lips. “Look in my eyes!”   

“I wasn't thinking of Stanley,” I said, holding back a cry. “Please, Chris.”    

Please. God. My baby.   

“I saved you from that bastard,” Chris said, his voice hard and bitter. “And you pay me back by thinking about him for hours on end, in my own house. Under my roof?”    

He rammed a fist into my cheekbone. Spots danced in my vision. I groaned, tasting blood. He yanked my arm, dragged me out of the kitchen, and flung me to the cushion sofa. Pain coursed through my body. What had I done to deserve this?   

He towered over me, veins pulsating in his neck. “Heaven will welcome you today … today.”   

 “Chris, no!” I cried, raising my knees against his bulk, bars of protection for my child.   

Enraged, my husband drove one, two, three knuckled fists into my jaw. I took the blows with strangled cries, a part of me grateful that he'd avoided my stomach. When he finally staggered off, I crawled to a corner in our sitting room and sobbed, despair descending upon me like a smouldering cloud.

I wanted out of this marriage.    

Needed out. .............

About the author:

Abimbola Dare commenced her writing career as a blogger (bimbylads) in 2006.  She is the author of The Small Print and the hugely popular short story, 'The No-nonsense wife’ (originally published on Bella Naija in 2012)which instantly became an internet sensation and later made into a short film. ‘When Broken Chords Sing’, is her second novel. 

She can be reached at abimboladare1@gmail.com

 facebook at facebook.com/bimbylads 

 twitter: @bimbylads.

She is also a regular BV on SDK 

*Thank you for the acknowledgement Abimbola...God bless your hustle...I would love a hard copy of this for my reading pleasure.