I was a little girl when I was betrothed to the Oba Tadenikawo, a man almost fourteen years older than me, my future was decided instantly. My feelings were deemed unnecessary and inconsiderable.
When I was seventeen, I was taken away from my father and my three siblings and I was married to the king that was hell bent on moulding me into the perfect wife, I was taught to look good for him, to stand by his side like a pretty wife; a side piece and to love a beast even when I was given no reason to. When I refused to bend to his will, he resolved to break me.
And when he could not, he made a public mockery of me, he deemed me proud, I was dubbed Oloori Remilekun; a vain woman who would not obey her husband, the king.
Men hated me, women secretly wanted to be like me, to rebel against their husbands.
So I was to be cast out to the slums of the palace as a servant, never to see the daylights ever again.
The king wanted me to beg for mercy, to break down and plead for leniency, still I would not yield.
I would never yield to any man. I would never bow to the abusive king; the scars that marred my soul and body were enough proof.
I did not beg and my defiance infuriated my husband.
By day I serve and clean and scrub the sins of the palace and by night I led a rebellion of women against the king.
Years past, nothing changed, until one day.
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Women Of Steel | ✔
FantasíaWomen Of Steel is a tale of two women from two different cultures, told in two different parts. It tells the story of two women seeking for a place bigger than society deems it possible for a woman. One wants revenge, a broken woman tired of swaying...
