Shades of Marriage 🥰😊😔🥺😠Part 2
Three days to the marriage, my husband’s immediate younger brother, Obioma arrived the village with his wife and their two kids.
Mama couldn’t hide her excitement. She was all over Chioma, Obioma’s wife.
“My sweet wife! Asam! Omalicha!”. Mama kept on eulogizing Chioma.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I can’t remember the last time mama praised me like this. I just kept on watching the show of love with so much pain and didn’t even realize tears were already dropping from my eyes.
I quickly got hold of myself and joined them in the palour.
“Welcome sir”. I said kneeling in front of my brother in-law.
“Thank you”. He said patting my back.
I went to where Chioma was seated and greeted her. I played with the kids for a while before I excused myself and went back to the kitchen.
“Where is this girl? Don’t she know she’s supposed to carry your luggages to your room. This is why I don’t like her. She can’t think with her brain. Elizabeth! Elizabeth o. LIZBETH!!”. Mama thundered angrily.
I couldn’t hear her because I was pounding yam in the kitchen and it was so loud.
Mama walked into the kitchen and took a bowl and filled it water. I continued pounding the yam hurriedly because I thought she came to complain that the food was taking forever to get ready.
Mama walked to where I was and emptied the bowl of water on my body. I was livid.
I have never been that angry.
“What’s the meaning of this Mama?”. I asked angrily without processing the question before letting it out.
“You must be stupid. I have been calling you nonstop but you intentionally kept me quiet. Who do you expect to take the luggages inside? Must I tell you everything?”. She asked angrily.
“So you poured water on me because of that? Can’t Chioma take their luggages inside? Am I a slave that will…”
I was still speaking when Obioma walked into the kitchen and slapped me on my face.
“Where are your manners?”. He asked.
“My manners are where your wife kept hers”. I charged at him.
Mama gave me another slap.
“You must be out of your mind. Leave my house immediately”. Mama said and started pushing me aggressively.
She fell during the process. This worsened the whole situation.
Obioma pounced on me and started beating me for falling his mother. I had to run out of the house to save my life.
He came after me but some good Samaritans intervened on my behalf.
“I will never allow her into my house. She must leave my house”. Mama insisted.
“Please let me get my clothes”. I pleaded
“You mean those rags? I will bring them to you”. Chioma chipped in.
One by one, Chioma began to throw my clothes on the floor and mama even joined her.
I told her where my phone was and she brought it outside and threw it on the floor. The screen on my phone broke a little.
I bent down and picked every of my properties with tears.
I checked my phone and saw my husband had called over 9 times.
I packed my things and staggered out of the compound. I began to walk around the whole village like a vagabond.
I got tired and sat under one tree to process the next step to take. I couldn’t think of anything. I placed my head on my palms and began sobbing.
“Don’t do that okay”. A man said.
I was taken aback.
“I have been following you around but you didn’t notice. I saw what happened. Those people don’t deserve you and they don’t worth your tears”. He said smiling.
I hissed and carried my bag. Without saying anything, I just started walked out on him.
This man kept on following me. I got pissed. I turned back and shouted at him…
“If you follow me again, I will shout that you want to kidnap me. Respect yourself”.
I stopped a bike and told the bike man to take me to the park.
From the park, I boarded a bus to my base. It was a night journey.
I got to my house around 5:45am.
The first thing I saw in front of my house were my boxes, with my clothes littered everywhere on the floor.
I was destabilized. I knocked on the door severally without any response from my husband.
I just sat on one of my boxes waiting for the Boss of the house to come out.
Around exactly 6:18am, my husband came out of the house and poured a bucket of water on me.
“You dare show your face here? I give you 20mins to get these trash from my compound. Just 20mins”. My husband said.
“What is my offense? What did I do wrong?”. I asked with tears.
“It is not your fault. The fault is mine. I got married to a nonentity who can’t even give me a child talk more of respecting my family. You are useless to me Elizabeth! Leave my house if you don’t want to die”. My husband said and went inside.
I packed my things to my neighbors side and pleaded with my best friend, Faith to come pick me up.
To be continued
Judith Onyoyibo
This nonsense of multreating must stop