DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR SPEAKS OUT 2 Let me start from the beginning. It was a very brief but intense relationship. He did everything right. Was loving was respectful, Charmed the socks off everybody and till today will tell everyone I love my wife and so it started... The first time was in London... We had gone shopping for our wedding and then came the choice of wedding rings.... We argued over it... We had budgeted about £250 for our rings suddenly he insisted on us buying a £25 set of rings.... And I just didnt get it because we both had a common purse for such things. In anger he gave me a resounding slap on the streets of London and walked off. I was dazed. Walked a few miles without realizing it and ended up at my chief bride’s maids place. Told her and in her analytical way of doing things she asked me to cancel the wedding. I thought of the BIG PARTY my parents had planned, THE INVITATIONS that had gone out THE BIG introduction (over 1000 people) came for that alone and just couldnt SHAME my parents. He came back later that night wept profusely and begged me and asked me to forgive him that it will never happen again and I DID By the time we got married (13 -01-87), we started our bitter sweet relationship. I learnt to understand and know his likes and dislikes. (Sometimes his likes will suddenly become dislike and vice versa) and like a school girl I learnt to know what trips him off and what does not. He loved his pounded yam POUNDED (by me). Hated most of my friends so I devised ways of them not visiting (when they did visit he was the best husband. Showing off, telling them the last money he gave me... Etc) didnt like my family. According to him we are all spoilt. Liked my hair a particular way ONLY, ALL THE TIME. Generally had an exactness that I dared not question I remember the first major beating. Funny enough I cant really remember what I did. I was by then about 5 months pregnant and just as suddenly as the quarrel started it quickly escalated and this time he went further. After slaps and kicks all aimed at my face, tummy etc, he just went into a rage and started punching me. I found the first exit on time and ran out of the house or was he the one that just slammed the door and left me? my face swells up quickly. At least I now know that so I just took a walk as always to the lagoon front. I don’t know how I got there or when but the lagoon front always waited for me and it was there that I felt the first set of cramps…labour...at 5 months. Was I afraid? No. Something else had taken over. An inner strength just came over me and I walked again from lagoon front to my aunt at Akoka (a location in Lagos). She took one look at me and rushed me to the hospital. I was in premature labour. Everyone came to the hospital ....My parents ...My friends...etc.... My parents asked the Dr. to do everything possible to save me and the baby. I was in an induced sleep state all dreamlike but quite calm and serene. A very good place to be. I felt safe then amidst all the chaos, HE rushed to my side pretending to kiss me and then whispers.... PLEASE DONT TELL A SOUL THAT I BEAT YOU... Yes, I kept quiet. *************************************************************************** LAGOON FRONT (3/12/2000) What is this life all about anyway? Its easy for some, difficult for some and either way for others. Where will it all ends anyway? 6 feet that’s all and when Im gone what will be my achievements. I struggled, tried it all. All I have ever done is TRY TO PLEASE SOMEONE, in the end while pleasing and pleasing and striving to be the best wife, I have lost it all.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 22:36:40 +0000
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