::::::::19th October::::::::
Dear Diary,
The only thing I can say is that I was raped by my husband's drunken friend the very day my husband sent me out of the house at the early hours of the night. After it all, he fell asleep almost immediately. They say, "When a matter is beyond tears, one will have to just laugh." In my own case, I did not laugh, neither did I cry. I tried so hard to cry, but tears would not just come out of my swollen eyes, and the more I tried to cry, the more tears distanced itself from me. "Uncle Chike", as I always call him was already snoring on the floor like a pig, and in no time, he was vomiting. Series of thoughts crossed my mind as I folded my legs against my chest on the same chair I was defied by my husband's best friend. I thought of strangling him to death, just before I considered suffocating him with the same pillow he offered me before he went to the club. I also considered leaving the house immediately. But then, I realized that would only usher me into more dangerous evil the night holds. In a matter of hours, he woke up in his own vomit, and I was still sitting on the chair with my legs folded against my chest. Not long after he woke up, he remembered what he did, and he moved close to me with a handful of apologies. "Mena, I'm sorry." He said, going on his two kneels. I didn't know what to say or do. I have never been raped, and I have never come across a rape victim. So, I didn't know how best to react. But, from my end, a heavy sense of bitterness filled my heart. As he reached out to hold my hand, I didn't know where the courage came from, but, I gave him a very hot slap. The slap had all the elements of vengeance and retaliation. He didn't react after I slapped him. He didn't even act as if anybody did anything to him. He kept apologizing and saying all sorts. "Please, keep quiet" I commanded. There was no point for him to apologize. Afterall, he was not the one who sent me out of the house late at night. He was shocked to hear me command him in such a way, and I guess that made him keep quiet. He sat beside me, and a very loud silence was what followed till I left his house at dawn.
I walked home like a notorious thief caught red-handed, and mere looking at me, one can not tell if there was any difference between the woman who was sent out the previous night, and the one walking home that morning. But, deep down in my heart, I knew I had experienced within few hours what I never experienced all my life. On getting home, I was welcomed by the "sorry" look on my husband's face, and the angry look on his mother's face. I didn't need a prophet to tell me what transpired. They say, "if two brothers go inside to have a frank talk, and they come out laughing, then, they didn't tell themselves the truth." As I took my first step into the sitting room, my husband had taken ten steps towards me. He fell on his kneels like a bag of rice, as he started apologising. "I'm sorry for what happened." He said. I wasn't sure if it was his apologies that I was used to or the way he apologises. "I know I've wronged you." He added. He said so many other things while his mother sat some distance away, looking at the two of us like an interesting theatre performance. "It was this morning that Mama explained what really happened when I saw the food you prepared for her in her room." He said with a sorry look on his face like that of a prodigal son. I didn't know what to say, neither did I know where to start from if at all I wanted to talk. Was I supposed to tell him where I slept? Was I supposed to also apologize for being raped by his best friend? As I opened my mouth to speak, tears gushed out of my eyes like a waterfall, and he reached out to wipe them off my face, but not from my heart. That moment, I felt loved once again. I felt like a lady whose husband just got crowned as the King. "Does it mean that I would have to always be beaten by my husband before I can experience his love, care and attention?" I wondered. "Should I choose to be beaten by my husband so as to experience his great love and care?" I asked myself still. I didn't know which to choose. I was still lost in thought when he lifted me up like a bag of cement. The last time he lifted me up was months after our wedding. As he carried me passed Mama, he whispered into my ears, "So, where did you sleep?" I didn't know how the words found it's way out of my mouth. I didn't know who instructed the words out, definitely not me. "I slept at Uncle Chike's house, and..."
© 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
Hmmmmm....... there you go. Will Mena tell her husband what happened to her at Chike's house? If she does, what would be the reaction of her husband? What also will be the aftermath of the rape incidence? So many questions to be answered. Join me again tomorrow as we continue the story. Don't forget we are still reading from the DIARY OF AN UNMARRIED WIFE.
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AUSTUS OFMAT NWANNE (Mr. Tackle)
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