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Zainab
Mai Pampo, continues the narration of her experience of domestic violence suffered in the hands of
her husband:
From
that day, my husband became very comfortable hitting me, slapping me, and
kicking me. At first I thought maybe he was having problems at work and he was
stressed out, but as the months passed and became a year, the beatings became
more and more frequent. More wicked and brutal. He had different ways of
beating me. Sometimes, on the good days, he would use his hands and fists. But
on the bad days, he had an array of belts, chargers and lamps to hit me with.
It
was like he hated me. As if my problems were not enough, he kept rubbing his
relationship with his former girlfriend in my face. He would put her on speaker
phone and I would have to listen to their conversations or face a beating. On
some nights, he would ask me to stand up then he would examine me and criticise
parts of my body while comparing my body to hers.
One
day I decided to report him to his mother. I figured as a woman and a mother
she would protect me. I was so wrong, the moment I told her what was going on,
she laughed. She laughed and said:
“You
are a very stubborn girl, how do you expect your husband not to beat you when
you needlessly provoke him to anger? Successful wives are those that know how
to manage their husband’s moods. Or is it that you enjoy his beatings?’
I
could not believe it. Clearly I was on my own in this family. I was going to
tell her about his girlfriend too but after those remarks I decided not to. I
listened quietly while I burned inside. She continued to talk.
“If
you want your marriage to succeed, u must learn to manage your secrets. You
must manage your husband so another woman will not come and make a fool out of
you. You must also manage your husband’s image, if you tell anyone else all you
have told me, do you think anyone will respect your husband, especially your
family members and friends? You must manage your husband well for you to enjoy
him. Kinji ko? Allah ya muku albarka Ameen”
I
sat there and I thought of my life. Supposing she was right? Supposing I was
being beating and brutalised because I was a poor ‘manager’ of my husband? What
if she was right? I was the cause of my husband’s brutality towards me. I had
to try and do better as a wife. I had to try and manage my husband kawai if I
wanted peace in my home and on my body.
So
I set to work, I cooked more elaborate meals and smiled more. I also started to
avoid him when I noticed he was talking to his girlfriend. I tried as much as
possible to be quiet around the house, to be silent and pleasant. For like a
week it worked but then a leopard never changes its spots. What still astounds
me is that Abdul is an upstanding gentleman in public and outside his home.
Everybody
he was a good man and that I was too stubborn.
The
beatings started with a fresh brutality. My scars multiplied. Since we were in
separate bedrooms, he started this trend of breaking down my door at night,
sometimes he would force me and sometimes he would beg me. I could not do or
say anything. I felt helpless. Even if some spirit entered me to fight back or
leave, I would remember the words of my mother in law and swallow everything. I
wanted so bad to be a successful wife, a wife that her husband would be proud
of. So I endured, and endured but things didn’t get better.
One
day, my husband beat me so badly I almost died. He beat me because he said the
food I served him for dinner smelt rotten. I was in the middle of my apology
when a hot slap thundered across my face. I fell to the floor and the agony of
being kicked and hit with several blows was too much for me to bear.
At this
time I was already a few months pregnant, I was using all my strength to
protect my baby. I put both hands on my abdomen and curled into a ball. That
provoked him to kick me even harder. I held on to my abdomen. I was not going
to let him kill this baby. No way.
Suddenly I gathered strength and I pushed him off me,
he was so surprised he didn’t move! I ran out of the house unto the main road..."
To be continued
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