Status Updates From Your Tomorrow Was Today

Things are starting to look up.

He said he loved her; maybe that was true, but Tunde was a man. They were lulled from birth into the politics of gender elitism, expecting submission as an expression of a woman's love. But women were not born to serve. They were not chattel, inanimate things prodded and poked as one liked.

“I should have left Bid; I kept saying one day, tomorrow, tomorrow—at least until our children got older.” She sniffled. “Your tomorrow should have been today; it should have been that instant.”

Was this not what she had wanted? For Adesuwa's blinding vibrance to be muffled?
Still, she loved her sister; a modest part of herself admitted that. Just life, the unfairness of life, created resentment.

His earnest devotion had to be what she resented the most about him, about them, how easy love came to him, and how he loved her as though she deserved it.

In truth, she wished she had not married him, living with a disquieting knowledge that she would have achieved more on her own.

Redirecting the dreams and ambitions of many women into another human being, her sense of self eroded into an echo chamber of her husband’s ambitions. A man who could one day throw devotion back at his wife, forcing her to reckon with the husk that remained of herself.