“ Slay Queen ” – A Short Story

SLAY QUEEN

I wanted it all

I forgot you cannot have it all.

I wanted to be a child of God and at the same time I wanted to be like the rest.

But one always prevailed.

It got to a point that I had to choose one and I chose what seemed right to me.

“After all, I am still young” I thought.

I wanted it all.

Nothing seemed enough for me.

The more I got, the more I needed.

Looking through my Instagram account made the desire to get it all intensify.

I saw the pictures.

The poses.

The clothes.

I loved them all.

I wanted to be as beautiful as the people I saw.

I wanted the ‘likes’.

I wanted the comments.

I wanted the followers.

I desired the clothes.

Thinking about it now makes me realize how stupid I was.

I got the money for clothes and good phones with a quality camera through unclean means.

My life online was different from my life in reality.

I became so popular.

Before I knew it I had various nudes and half Unclad pictures.

I sold my body for popularity.

Can you believe it??

I grew older though.

I was going through my profile one day and something struck me..

“What am I getting from this?”.

I decided to put an end to it.

I decided to go back to my Maker.

I started living the life I was living before.

It’s been five years now.

I got a good job.

I am comfortable.

I have a fiance.

A godly one.

We are getting married soon.

I am so happy.

“Everything is fine.”

At least that’s what I thought.

One day I received a call from my future father-in-law to come over..

I thought he wants to talk about the wedding coming up.

I went there immediately but as I entered.

The smile on my face turned to a frown.

I realized the atmosphere was tense.

I looked to my right and saw my fiancee glaring at me with a phone in his hand.

Before I could ask what was wrong he was screaming in my face and shoved the phone in my hand.

“Why the hell have I been seeing your breasts all day?!!!!!!!”

I suddenly could not breathe.

The silence was deafening.

My mother-in-law was giving me “the looks”.

My father-in-law kept staring at me in a scary calm way.

My fiance was looking at me coldly.

The atmosphere became more tense.

“Well, won’t you speak for yourself?, Iyawo wa” my mother-in-law said with mockery and disdain laced especially in the last two words.

“I cannot believe my past caught up with me

I should have told him.

Why did I not delete my account

How in the world did he even see it, it’s been five years”

This and many more were the thoughts running through my mind but I knew I had to talk.

I opened my mouth and answered the question my fiance asked me earlier.

“I wanted to be a slay queen”

Note: For those who are not Yoruba

Iyawo wa means “Our wife”

It is often used by those from the husband’s family to call their daughter-in-laws.

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