Poetic Fictions

What Have i Done?

She deserted me
Abandoned me
Ran away from me
Like past Years
No one to share my joy
No one to listen to me
No one to console me
I long for a smile
I long for a joke
A squeeze, a hug
Some kind of inspiration from her
But to no avail
It’s terrifying-horrible
So consuming, sort of a jilt
I hide my covert away
From outside the world
Oh, I still remember her wit-
Quaint responds to my myriad of queries
Why couldn’t she listen to me?
My innocence?
All alone I sit on my legs
With my arms upward and prayerful
Waiting for her forgiveness
To forgive me for what I’ve done
I cry my eyes out
I hate myself
I only have my room to talk to
And the wall to look at
All for the beating I did to her
While I was drunk.

This poem by Yushau A. Shuaib was first published in Sunday Triumph February 17, 1991

About the author


Yushau A. Shuaib is an award winning public relation professional. He is popularly called Idiagbon during his university days, He has distinguished himself with several credible awards in the field of public relations. Notable amongst them are Campus Writer of the year, Alhaji Sabo Mohammed Best Student in Public Relations, Delta State NYSC Merit Award, Automatic Scholarship for the Best Corps Writer, Head of State National NYSC Honours Award, NIPR Public Relations Person of the year in Kano/Jigawa State and the Young Achiever of the year from a Business, among others


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