I have always heard about rape, but now I just understood
what it was. I woke up in the hospital and beside me was Patrick, my mum, my
sister and Betty. It was the fourth day before I was found by the police. I had
been raped I know, but the truth was, it was hard for me to believe. I had
glimpse of what happened in the uncompleted building still flashing through my
mind. Everybody was happy I opened my eyes, but I felt like dying. I thought to
myself if I was dead it would have been better……… many other thoughts were
roaming until the doctor entered the ward I was kept. He held my hand to check
my pulse, and was opening my eyes wide. I gathered all my strength and asked
the doctor softly “how is my baby”. He said all is well. I was so happy. Then Patrick
bent beside me with a kiss, and told me to keep quiet and rest.
The memories were agonizing as it took forever for me to
forget them. I was in the hospital for another 24 hours but now I could talk. It
was the next morning it struck me that my mother in law hasn’t shown up to the
hospital to show sympathy. I asked how she was, and everyone responded she was
fine.
The doctor discharged with so many drugs and rules on how to
live for the next couple of days, to finalize the healing. A psychologist came
and talked to me also about the whole rape thing. I hated the advice; as it
made me remember the whole incident that happened to me. It was from the psychologist,
that I knew it was three days of agony I passed through.
We passed through mama’s house to pack my things and go to
our house. I have begged my mum to come stay with us a little, while I heal. She
needed to go home first, to tell my father about my state. The car horn was
extra low as I was kept as a patient that needed no noise. I guessed mama wasn’t
at home, thus I hurried to pack my things. I came down from the car to point
out some things to Patrick as we entered the sitting room. To my greatest
surprise mama was there making her nails, and reading the book she bought. With
a side eye she looked at us, and greeted welcome oooo.
I was about going into shock again. I sat in the sitting room
without responding to her greeting. It was when Patrick brought out my box that
he broke the other camel’s back.
Mama: En en my son, that lady Chinyere is in your house now. I
said she should be helping you before your so called wife would recover.
I turned to her and said thank you mama and we left. When I got
home, the stench of Chinyere has taken over the house. She helped with the bags
into the house. I asked where she was staying and she said visitor’s room. I told
her to get her things and move to the boys quarters which she did. After thirty
minutes she came back to the house to ask what she could help with, and I softly
told her not to bother for the day again. She spent the next three days that
way…..
After two days I was strong enough to fight the real fight
for my family. Patrick called me aside and told me we’ve lost the baby. I was
broken but not as much as how mama as lied about what happened. When I told him
what happened; he promised he was never going to see his mum nor talk to her
again. Men are just too weak though. I narrated how mama wanted me to sleep
with someone else, and how I ran out of the place. The keke driver and those
other guys were supposed to have rescued me, not knowing they had intentions.
Patrick started crying and held me in apology. I could see
the disgust in his eyes. He wanted his mother dead if possible. It was at this
point his confessions started.
Patrick: mama had told me another thing completely. She said
you were the one that invited the boys to the church. That they really came
with charms with my name marked on it. That the deliverance she had been
talking about was what saved me. When she even reported about you being
missing; she made it look like you ran away. It was the fact from the kidnappers
that exposed they were sent to bring someone for rituals but your pregnancy
made you impossible for their rituals. Mama said that it was better for me to
build a better future for myself, and that was what Chinyere was sent here for.
I believed her a little before I knew my wife wouldn’t do that. I transferred
you from the hospital she knew, and brought you to Polson hospital. Hmmm mama
is wicked.
We both cried and held ourselves and made proclamations of
love one more time.
I was fully recovered and now it’s the time to deal with
mama. I needed to show her my truest colour and the aspect I’m coming from
cannot be understood. The first approach was the approach of a fake pastor and
the move was the best. He dressed in his white garment with a bell and a KJV
bible as he marched to Mabushi area in Abuja. Mama’s hairdresser could only
afford to get a shop at Mabushi. Mama loves her for her tittle-tattle and
things. Julius had walked into the street ringing the bell in a call for
repentance that the kingdom of God was at hand. The noise was loud and calling
thus many wanted to complain. It was the complain mode that brought mama out
and that was the first …….
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