Painful screams & screams of
a battered woman woke me up at about 20 past 1:00AM on the morning of 15th/08/2016!
It was a very horrific scene for me to experience firsthand my entire life… I can’t
explain in words what I saw on my neighbor… She had blood covered all over her
front shirt, skirt, everything…- blood covered all over her face, blood spread
everywhere on the floor yet more blood was still unstoppably woozing out of her
noise and eyes which were very swollen… Yes, I have heard about women bitten in
homes, watched on TV and even then... guiltily still had my own little doubts
yet at the same I was angered and amazed at what kind of people did that to a
fellow human.
Having dosed off reading late in
the night about past midnight, I heard the screams from afar in my dreams,
until they became clearer that I scrambled out of my bed- fearing are they
thieves? Upon hearing voices I remembered my pregnant neighbor who I thought
was perhaps due and she needed help- I had a lot to think then like, where we
could get the nearest vehicle to take her in time? Would we be able to save her
baby in time not experience another pain loss of a baby I went through with my
cousin a few years back? I was so scared to go through it all over again… With
all these thoughts running in my head rushing to the scène, I was shocked to
find someone else screaming!
I was baffled!, asking- well what’s the problem because I
thought you the pregnant one was the one screaming, until a light torch was
shone on my beaten neighbor. She could not say anything except scream and cover
up the flowing blood… her 3 year old baby then tried to say… dad has beaten her…,
upon which the dad rushed him back to the house to sleep yet saying nothing- Well
none of us believed it. I collected hot water to nurse her face as others
looked for clothes and basins for use. When she sat down to be nursed she made
her first statement then “ I can’t breath…, I can’t stop… take me to hospital”.
We then struggled with how in the middle of the night we were going to find a
means, not to mention the nearest open one was about 2miles away- two of us
headed to the road with her to find any moving vehicles with the husband slowly
moving behind.
We then sat by the roadside as we
could not find any means, now thinking of getting back home and wait till
morning… She then suddenly told us “ he has beaten me, him, I don’t know what I
did” At that moment I was sooo enraged, furious, wanting to say any damn words
to this man and even perhaps beat him up- yet I felt so helpless to add any
commotion. I realized she had no shoes in our rush and just scrambled with the
man to hand the shoes to the woman. She then told us of a friend- a Bodaboda
guy we called by phone who lived miles away to come pick her up and take her.
I saw this woman fade away in the
night with her 3year old son on her back heading to the hospital, seated at
back of the motorcycle in the cold middle night, where they would spend the
night avoiding any more beatings, yet the son had to go to school that same
morning- but would he be able to concentrate on his studies? What kind of a man
would this boy ever turn into given the kind of father he is growing up with?
Would they be okay…? I had lots of questions, yet I still have lots and lots of
questions… like- How many broken families are there? How many silent battering go on homes that
the world or the law will never know? How many women are killed from all this
battering and children broken up? And how many men are there also- may be
battered by their women? How long will this take to end..?
We will never know….