EPISODE 1
Wanda was young and by many standards beautiful. She was swept off her feet in her 200 level, contrary to her terms she agreed to a whirlwind romance.
The proposal was wonderful, fit for a movie scene. Then she said yes.
It was the first day of camp and the stress of wedding plans weighed heavy on her mind. A month later the wedding done and NYSC underway, life was sweet. The slap that hit her cheek wasn’t expected; it’s force pushing her to the ground...I thought he was different now?
Her sobs were silent but the stream of tears poured freely… He would later apologize and tag it "an act of the devil".
Months passed: ---Baby in hand and loads of chores to do Wanda ponders what it’ll be like keeping a job; a dream she can’t pursue, her first class certificate lay securely in the bottom of her Echolac box.
‘’hon, don’t you think I should get a job’’ the awkward silence stretched…she feared the beast had been angered by her question; “I could help with up keep” it was the sound of shattering glass that broke her concentration, he had aimed and barely missed her, the tumbler hitting the wall. That night she learnt suggesting help was an insult; after all he was the man.
The news of her second pregnancy came with mixed feelings, friends and family had a glossary of advise “why can’t you leave him, he’ll kill you, what kind of love is this?” Oh! She wished she could provide answers to these questions she had often asked herself. “He loves me, I know he does, he’s just frustrated” “you know a woman is the one that makes the home, just stay and make it work”.
Was it all her fault, had she brought the emotional and physical pains to herself? Did she deserve it all?
The story continues...Episode 2 next week Monday...
Months passed: ---Baby in hand and loads of chores to do Wanda ponders what it’ll be like keeping a job; a dream she can’t pursue, her first class certificate lay securely in the bottom of her Echolac box.
‘’hon, don’t you think I should get a job’’ the awkward silence stretched…she feared the beast had been angered by her question; “I could help with up keep” it was the sound of shattering glass that broke her concentration, he had aimed and barely missed her, the tumbler hitting the wall. That night she learnt suggesting help was an insult; after all he was the man.
The news of her second pregnancy came with mixed feelings, friends and family had a glossary of advise “why can’t you leave him, he’ll kill you, what kind of love is this?” Oh! She wished she could provide answers to these questions she had often asked herself. “He loves me, I know he does, he’s just frustrated” “you know a woman is the one that makes the home, just stay and make it work”.
Was it all her fault, had she brought the emotional and physical pains to herself? Did she deserve it all?
The story continues...Episode 2 next week Monday...
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