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Dear Diary,
In life, some things happen for good, and one event, at times, lead to another. Not only that, life is filled with different sacrifices we have to make at different stages of our lives. Some of the sacrifices, we are aware of, while we are not aware of some, but they come to us anyway. The past few years of my life has taught me series of lessons which on no account will I let go of them. Who on earth would believe that the last time my husband punched me, and kicked me out of the house was the last time he would do that to me? I didn't believe it either, and I didn't see it coming aswell. As I tried to tell him where I passed the night, and what happened to me at Uncle Chike's house, he signaled to me to keep quiet, and I graciously obeyed him. We went inside, and he dropped me on the bed carefully like a bunch of flowers meant for a king. As he dropped me on the bed, tears gushed out of my eyes like a stream, and I knew that was the circumference where sorrow and joy met in my heart. I was happy because it felt good to have my husband back, but still, the sacrifice I had to pay to have him back was so huge and heavy. "I was raped" I said, dropping the bombshell without consideration, just the way Boko Haram members detonate their bombs. He didn't know what to say, and he slowly moved away from me as if I have become an unworthy element to be avoided. I was still seated quietly where he dropped me, and my tears took the whole show for the day as they never stopped gushing out in large quantity. He went to the shelf at the other side of the bed, and brought the tissue on it. He tore a large quantity from it as if to equate the quantity of tears from my eyes. "I'm sorry for everything" He said, as he wiped my face clean. I was surprised. I must confess I didn't see that coming. Jude would never get a tissue to wipe my tears. Never. Not even when I just told him I was raped. He was supposed to take some steps back, and then ask me some questions that would be accompanied with slaps and punches. Whatever happened to Jude while I was away that night, changed him for good.
Later that day, I narrated the whole event of how I was raped to him, and he was so angry with Uncle Chike. He reported the issue to the police who arrested Uncle Chike, and it was a matter of time before he was standing before the law court. Uncle Chike was very remorseful the first time my husband questioned him about the incident, but when Jude threatened him with "legal actions", he denied he didn't rape me. Instead, he claimed I seduced him, and it was basically "mutual". This infuriated my husband, and they both had a very heated argument. The first court hearing was fixed, and in no time, the day for the final verdict was fixed. "After all said and done" The judge started.
© 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
Sometimes, we need to be broken by some events before we can see the faults in our attitudes and actions. Just that, in some cases, the brokenness goes a very long way to hurt us seriously. What would be the aftermath of the rape? What would be the fate of Uncle Chike in the law court? Join me tomorrow as we take the final episode of the story.
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HAPPY SUNDAY !!!
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AUSTUS OFMAT NWANNE (Mr. Tackle)
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