Hell Called Marriage

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The wedding was a flamboyant wedding, very colorful and fun.Walking down the aisle with Henry, my husband, left me with a different source of feeling. The anxiety gripped me deeply. Those voices echoed loudly to my ear, ‘are you sure he is the one? ‘. It was like a warpath to fight, but after all, it was the people’s choice. Friends, families and relatives. The exchange of vow became my utmost concern.

“What happened next?”.

I couldn’t stop envisaging the uncertainty of this marriage, but then again, it is the people’s choice.He is as good as gold to the eyes of the people. So I needed to blow off the steam for some good reason.

The wedding is over, leaving just my husband and I to the next chapter, I wasn’t sure I was ready, my naivety showed the actual truth of my virginity. I was damn scared to death, to me, he was like a stranger. I haven’t known him the way I should have, it wasn’t for up to 3 months, their choices became the best. I was damn scared to be cursed by my elders and parents. After all, obedience is better than sacrifice.

He undressed himself In front of me, I could feel my breath gasping out,with my wedding receptionist gown still on.

“Hey, calm down, I will be careful”. He said gently and softly.

But it seems it wasn’t working, he was sweet to release himself off my body and wore back his boxers.

“Go and prepare pounded yam for me”. He wore a stale face that wasn’t pleasant.

“Okay sir”. I dragged myself out of the sofa with the receptionist gown, I had forgotten how tired I was and how my feet hurt. That time, it was already 9pm. Afterall,before marriage,my mom sternly advised the need for submission without complain.She was more experienced than I am.

Around 11,I was done preparing the pounded yam.

Going back to serve him his food, he was fast asleep still wearing his boxers. I had to tap him and set his food on the glass table.

“How dare you wake me up from my peaceful sleep , are you dumb?”. His eyes were filled with rage, before a word could utter from my mouth, he had already splash the pounded yam on the receptionist cloth. My mouth was struck and sealed, I had forgotten how to speak.

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“Get the hell out of here”. He barked.

“I am so.. r. ry.. si. r”. I stuttered, even the tears could hold back.

My heart’s pounds heavily in fear, I slept like a cat who was scared to sleep at night. The night went by, and it became a duty of torture to be frightened.

I was like a drum to him,a slave in the hands of my master, my heart pondered at the sounds of his vicious voice, the belt slit all over my body,giving a double mark. My stomach crawled in fear as my eye became a point of attack with his strong hand. Most times he held my neck firmly, with my breath gasping out while I groaned in pain.

In the eyes of the world, he would smile and peer those innocent-devil eyes at me.

“I love her, she’s the best thing anyone could ever have”.He would smile thinly.

My eyes will frickled out with a faint smile. I was completely tongue-tied. My friends had wished to be my husband’s wife, the stink of jealousy grieved in them. Then, here I am, still wishing to be part of their single life.

Every sunrise that has fallen, was a preparation for my penalties. Most times, he locked the door with a security guard watching over me, I wasn’t even secured myself. Those penalties depend on how the day went, it could be either bad or good.
Most of the time, he gets humble during sex.

“Sir, I want to see my parents”. I would swallow my lump . It was a tension that grew from stomach to my mouth with my face bowed down. The plan was to escape from the devil. Finally, I would like to see the brightness reflecting from the outside.

” No problem, but you are going with the security guard”.
My heart throbs with fear, this wasn’t the plan.

I wore my bubu gown to cover the bruised mark. It was invisible for no one to see.

“Haa, my daughter you came?”. My mum gave a warmed smile and an open arm. I missed this moment of closure with her, it is always soothing and comfortable staying around. I miss those moments where fear never existed in my life, it was full of freedom to behold.

We sat at her best veranda sight, where fresh air could freely move in.

“Mama I miss you” I would say with an undertone voice.

” I miss you too, my daughter, but what’s the matter, you don’t look good? “. Her face slanted in curiosity.

“Mama, I am not happy in my marriage, he keeps treating me like thrash, mama, I have forgotten who I am”. I cried out with the proof of bruises.

She was silent at some point, maybe for some escape ideas as her eyes gazed at the bruises.

“But he is your husband, you should listen to him, remember how he has done to you and I in the family, how he saved us and how he helped you out in your lowest moment”.

My eyes bulged out in shock, my own mother?.

Oh, I had forgotten, this was her choice she believed was the best for me, I remembered vividly how he saved us from the trenches, my mum couldn’t afford the completion of my school, we were almost at the verge of losing 2 years session, but then again, Henry my husband came to my rescue. He cured all the necessary debt, with the condition of marriage.

Now, my life is crumbling right in front of me, I am left with just myself.

I had gone back home, with a drenched heart, my friends already think I am happy, so there was no need to seek help. I had to do it myself. I was literally tired living in the shadow of myself. It toils out years of endurance and tolerance.

I had a dream, a beautiful dream, where I had revived my smile, those smiles that had faded a long time ago. I was excited that I was free, free from the hands of the devil. It was a challenge to make it a reality. That night, I was forced to wake up, and saw my husband, laying down on a log of wool, just like the security guards. I was fortunate enough to take as much money as I could from his drawal and dip my hand gently into the gateman’s breast pocket and take the gate key that took me out of my freedom. I jumped for victory,I found a place in the sun after leaving this Hell Called Marriage.

I had to do a whole bag of tricks,by putting a slow poison to their food that would remove them from the surface of the earth.