I sat there and tried to decide what I felt for the person sitting opposite me. It wasn’t pity and concern was far from it. He had just disrupted my almost perfect evening. I was trying hard not to loose it all………..I’d been holding it together for so long.
He looked at me again and started talking......that same story I’d heard a million times…………….. How much he loved me and how he couldn’t live without me. I stifled a yawn, checked my watch and told him I had to go. I wasn’t being rude, I really had to go.
I had gone to the restaurant just to catch up with Angela, my friend and I was having a swell time before Mr. “Stalker” showed up and like he always does spoiled my perfect time. Angela just sat there, watching the drama unfold, not saying anything.
It had not always been like this, I used to be a quite considerate lady who loved her man, her family and minded her business. Mr. “Stalker” used to be a caring man I called my husband. We used to live in a little house with our lovely daughter.
I know you are wondering how things took a dramatic turn and I am now the ice queen and he’s the one begging.
August 12, 2010
Ola wasn’t back yet. I’d been sitting on the couch all evening, waiting for him to come home. I just persuaded Yvonne, our three year old daughter to go to bed. She had been reluctant, it was Ola who always tucked her in bed every night but I had done my best and after 30minutes of endless stories she had dozed off.
I had tried all his phone lines but they were switched off, I called his friends and they confirmed he had left the office but they didn’t know where he was.
I’d had a very hectic day at work and I was dozing off when I heard the knock.... I opened the door and my husband, as drunk as he could ever be staggered into the room. I was angry and I told him so. We had a fight, exchanged words and later slept in different rooms.
My husband did not sleep at home throughout that week. He always had an excuse. I told my Mum about it and she told me to endure, that no marriage was rosy so I endured..........I endured the late nights, the forced sex, the fake smiles………. I endured it all, even the slaps and the kicks. I never told Mum about it again but she knew.......she saw the sadness in my eyes. She saw the bruises and the red marks. That was when she took me to “baba”. She said “baba” would solve all my problems and make my family perfect again. I protested at first, I had not wanted to spread it around town that I was having problems in my marriage but Mum had insisted; she assured me the man lived far away from Lagos, in another state and that no one would ever find out. I was still very reluctant but when the beating became unbearable I decided to go with Mum to see “baba”. No greater harm could come from it I thought.
*To be continued