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The agony of an abuse relationship.
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
Flashback to 10 years ago,my name is Sara, I was born into an average family of four, my father was a civil servant working in Nipost Nigeria and the only child . My mother a petty cash trader, I was full of life with so much aspirations to be a successful entrepreneur, a great wife and mother.
Growing up, was fun for me and siblings because there so much love and unity , no secret, every one looks out for the good of one another.
Our parent wanted the best for all their children ,I remembered how my mother will deny herself good things of life just to make us happy, things was getting better, my parent were able to save and buy a plot of land after six years they saved up to build a beautiful house. We moved to the new house, it was like a dream come true for every one of us this has been my father's desire to own a house.
life was good , so much happiness but everything change ,the once happy home turned to sad home.
Father came home a certain day looking rejected , wornout and sad because he got sacked from his place of work, life becomes more difficult for us because we have to change the way we live, the way money is been spent we bearly have food to eat, going to school becomes difficult due to lack of money to pay the school fee.
We didn't allowed the hardships to derail our gaols , we worked hard cut down on so many things just to have education. we decided to make lemonade juice out of the lemon life throws at us, I finally graduated from school with a high grade got my first job in an accounting firm , my heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.
After two years of working ,I decided to further my education and a skill on how to make cloths for both women and men , I was doing so well ,money was no longer an issue in my family despite my effort to give my family a better life ,My mother seems not interested at my progress, she wanted to see her daughter married with children ,but I was not interested in marriage all I wanted is to see my sibling go through school and be happy.
Nothing I do seem right in the present of my mother ,I became depressed and sad that all my effort was in vain.
I tried to ignore my mother but got the shock of my life got a call from home that my mother trying to commit suicide that she can no longer bear the mockery from her friends and the neighbors.
I pleaded with my father to talk to my mother to give me time , I met Bayo at the supermarket one faithful Sunday it was love at first sight, Bayo was the first child from a rich family tall with a very good job, every woman want to be in his circle because of the riches ,Bayo was friendly but arrogant, He has no respect for people who are not of the same class with him.
I noticed those traits in him deciced not to have anything serious with him but he promised me. he will change his way , we got married , He asked me to stop working that he is capable of taking care of his family,I refuse to resigned but he reported me to my family ,everybody was on his side ,I got pregnant and gave birth to a girl everything changed suddenly because Bayo wanted a boy, He blame me , insulted me for what was not my fault.
Life became unbearable ,no one to talk to , Bayo forbids anyone to visit , No going out I became a prisoner in my own house but refused to be broken.
Life threw another blow at me, I got a message that my beloved mother passed away, l was not allowed to visit my family to mourned with them.
Bayo family sees me as a gold digger who doesn't befitted their son got pregnant again and still gave birth to a girl , Bayo became worst , he no longer comes home , he doesn't care about the girls he will not dropped money for their up keep.
I was very sad and frustrated because I could not feed my girls. One day I took a decision to go look for a job ,luck smiled on me, I got the job was very happy. But my joy was quickly turned to sadness ,Bayo came home and bounce on me , He beat the living day out me, calling me all sort of names that I want his friends to mock him that he can't take care of his family.
He commanded that I should resign from my work but I refused to listen.
He turned me to a punching bag every day , the pain was to much I could no longer bear it
He came home as usual always moody and tense up , He wanted to pick a quarrel with me I stood up to walk away but he landed a slap on my face I could not take it again, I slapped him back, he pushed me and then we began to fight, I took a knife to defend myself because the beating was too much to bear. As I to scare him with the knife he hit me with a stick, I fell to the ground and loss consciousness.
I regained consciousness and made up my mind to walk away from the marriage.
Never think you can change a man.
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
Flashback to 10 years ago,my name is Sara, I was born into an average family of four, my father was a civil servant working in Nipost Nigeria and the only child . My mother a petty cash trader, I was full of life with so much aspirations to be a successful entrepreneur, a great wife and mother.
Growing up, was fun for me and siblings because there so much love and unity , no secret, every one looks out for the good of one another.
Our parent wanted the best for all their children ,I remembered how my mother will deny herself good things of life just to make us happy, things was getting better, my parent were able to save and buy a plot of land after six years they saved up to build a beautiful house. We moved to the new house, it was like a dream come true for every one of us this has been my father's desire to own a house.
life was good , so much happiness but everything change ,the once happy home turned to sad home.
Father came home a certain day looking rejected , wornout and sad because he got sacked from his place of work, life becomes more difficult for us because we have to change the way we live, the way money is been spent we bearly have food to eat, going to school becomes difficult due to lack of money to pay the school fee.
We didn't allowed the hardships to derail our gaols , we worked hard cut down on so many things just to have education. we decided to make lemonade juice out of the lemon life throws at us, I finally graduated from school with a high grade got my first job in an accounting firm , my heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.
After two years of working ,I decided to further my education and a skill on how to make cloths for both women and men , I was doing so well ,money was no longer an issue in my family despite my effort to give my family a better life ,My mother seems not interested at my progress, she wanted to see her daughter married with children ,but I was not interested in marriage all I wanted is to see my sibling go through school and be happy.
Nothing I do seem right in the present of my mother ,I became depressed and sad that all my effort was in vain.
I tried to ignore my mother but got the shock of my life got a call from home that my mother trying to commit suicide that she can no longer bear the mockery from her friends and the neighbors.
I pleaded with my father to talk to my mother to give me time , I met Bayo at the supermarket one faithful Sunday it was love at first sight, Bayo was the first child from a rich family tall with a very good job, every woman want to be in his circle because of the riches ,Bayo was friendly but arrogant, He has no respect for people who are not of the same class with him.
I noticed those traits in him deciced not to have anything serious with him but he promised me. he will change his way , we got married , He asked me to stop working that he is capable of taking care of his family,I refuse to resigned but he reported me to my family ,everybody was on his side ,I got pregnant and gave birth to a girl everything changed suddenly because Bayo wanted a boy, He blame me , insulted me for what was not my fault.
Life became unbearable ,no one to talk to , Bayo forbids anyone to visit , No going out I became a prisoner in my own house but refused to be broken.
Life threw another blow at me, I got a message that my beloved mother passed away, l was not allowed to visit my family to mourned with them.
Bayo family sees me as a gold digger who doesn't befitted their son got pregnant again and still gave birth to a girl , Bayo became worst , he no longer comes home , he doesn't care about the girls he will not dropped money for their up keep.
I was very sad and frustrated because I could not feed my girls. One day I took a decision to go look for a job ,luck smiled on me, I got the job was very happy. But my joy was quickly turned to sadness ,Bayo came home and bounce on me , He beat the living day out me, calling me all sort of names that I want his friends to mock him that he can't take care of his family.
He commanded that I should resign from my work but I refused to listen.
He turned me to a punching bag every day , the pain was to much I could no longer bear it
He came home as usual always moody and tense up , He wanted to pick a quarrel with me I stood up to walk away but he landed a slap on my face I could not take it again, I slapped him back, he pushed me and then we began to fight, I took a knife to defend myself because the beating was too much to bear. As I to scare him with the knife he hit me with a stick, I fell to the ground and loss consciousness.
I regained consciousness and made up my mind to walk away from the marriage.
Never think you can change a man.
