“How abusive husband beat me to stupor on Christmas Day” – Nigerian mother of three
As told by Ifeoma Okeke Ojiakor….
Saddest Christmas ever!
Lying down in pains on my hospital bed, I’m writing this with tears flowing my eyes.
I could remember on the night of December 24, I made a post on Facebook sending out special greetings to everyone with the hope of having a Merry Christmas with family, friends, and loved ones.
My husband, by name Mr Victor Ojiakor, was always fond of hitting me at any slightest provocation and this issue has been resolved at so many police stations.
Whenever I report the beating escapades they would settle us at the police station and he would be asked to sign undertaking never to hit me anymore.
He has even hit me at his village in the presence of his mother and father after accusing me of having an affair with his brother.
His parents settled it after which he promised never to hit me again. We reconciled mostly because of the kids. After we returned to Lagos, he hit me again while I was pregnant for our third child that I began to bleed. I was rushed to the hospital by neighbours before my mum was called to the hospital.
The case was reported at the ministry of women affairs at Alausa, Ikeja, where he was invited and there promised never to repeat such again.
Now the height of this happened on December 25. He came back home at about 6.30pm and started accusing me of sleeping with his boy (a 16-year-old boy). Can you imagine?
He didn’t even wait for me to say a word. He pounced on me and started beating me up with sticks, machete, bottle, e.t.c. He said he was going to kill me and nothing would happen. He also stabbed the said boy with a machete. I don’t know the boy’s whereabouts now.
After beating me up for a sin I didn’t commit, he locked me up and held me hostage seizing my phone for two days.
Nobody knew what was happening to me. I collapsed. Honestly, I taught I would never survive this. I just kept pleading with him each passing day to please take me to the hospital before I die. He refused, telling me that he wanted to render me useless.
I just kept crying until I told him to take me to a pastor, that was when he pushed me into his car and drove me to a place. It was there that I pleaded with the prophetess to help me.
The prophetess on seeing my condition then advised him to take me to the hospital for immediate treatment. That was how I was taken to the hospital.
On getting there, I pleaded with the doctor to use her phone to call my sister who in turn informed my mum and they started rushing to the hospital. At the hospital, immediately he sensed that I might have reached my family he started dragging me. He removed the drip from my hand. I was crying out for help. Immediately my mum entered the hospital, he ran away.
At the moment I am in my mum’s place with my three kids (Two boys and a three-month-old baby girl).
The matter was charged to court and he was granted bail of N250,000 while I’m left to wallow in pains for no offense I committed all because I married a heartless man and was enduring all these because of my kids and the society who kept telling me to forgive that he is my husband and he would change.
Look at my life now! How I wish I left this marriage since! Happy New Year everyone!
