Cindy strode slowly to the hospital reception.As other patients and clients passed her, she bend her head so low that nobody got a chance to see her bruised face.She had escaped from the hands of her bloody thirsty husband who had blown knuckles on her few hours ago

I knew everything was amiss as I helped her secure a seat for examination,she needed help and I was glad she choose to come to me because this is the day I was going to complete the puzzle I needed to fill about her. She had held her tear filled eyes for so long that I had to watch them explode in my own eyes.It was an overwhelming situation and I wished the world would stop as painful feeling overcame me.

I had seen scars on her body several times during her antenatal visits but she was not willing to confine any form of abuse to me.I had tried to reach her husband to inquire if he...