AM I WRONG ?
AUTHOR/WRITER: TERIBA NIMOTA. I
Everyone has a dream, we all want to be rich, get famous, wear expensive things, have the latest ride and all sort of material things, but we all have to work for that, same way we search for love. I don’t know how people get to say I love you without meaning nothing to them, is that statement suppose to be meaningless? How do you feel after you say that and you know deep down in your heart there’s no love.
Anyway, I stand to be corrected, love doesn’t exist but you might prove me wrong, after I narrate my ordeal to you.
I grew up having the same dream as every young person would, but mine included having a wife whom I would cherish for the rest of my life and also share my wealth with. Hmm! I got a girlfriend some years back, we loved eachother so dearly, or so I thought, I had nothing had the time we met but she still stood by me and told me we would make it together.
I said to myself “Adesina, you have found a wife” she would talk to me and give me advises, she would pray for me and even drink garri with me. All these weren’t known to her parent, as she sneaks out to see me always. Why? Her parents do not want her to be associated with a poor person. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not lazy, I was a student at the time and for sure I didn’t have the type of money they wanted their daughter’s husband to have. It got so bad that whenever she sneaks out to see me, and her parents got to know, they would beat her like she has stolen something.
One day, on her way out, she informed her mother she was coming to see the “guy they detest so much” her mother made a deal with her and said to her ;”just bring money home, and I won’t report you to your father” she got to my place and told me about her mother’s deal. I was so scared for I didn’t want to see my love get hurt again. I tried every possible way to get the money but all to no avail. I told her to inform her mum and plead with her mum that we would give her the money the next day. She put a call through her mum and her mum already started raining insults on her. She wept and she said she wasn’t going to go home but I consoled her and made her realise it would be double punishment if she stays with me. She heed to my words and went home, but on getting home, her mum already informed her father that she was out for three days and they’ve been looking for her (lies) she got inside and greeted her parents but she was answered with a slap. Her father striped her naked and beat the hell out of her, he also cut her beautiful long hair and sent her out of the house naked.
The love of my life was left naked. She called and narrated the story to me but I couldn’t help but breakdown on phone, we were both crying while I kept telling her “everything is going to be alright” I told her to get clothe somewhere, she got a dress from her neighbour without panties. I asked her to wait for me at the garage, while I left to meet her at the garage. Immediately I saw her, tears rolled down my eyes. She had injury all over her body, her eyes were swollen. I couldn’t help but to hug her and weep with her.
That night, we left that state without having in mind a place to sleep nor do we have an idea of where to go but we went without looking back.
That night, I had little money on me from the one I was suppose to give her mum which wasn’t complete. We boarded a bus going to Lagos, I called my brother and told him I’d be coming but I didn’t tell him I was coming with her. We got to Lagos, My brother’s wife welcomed us as my brother wasn’t around at that time. We narrated the story to her but we both couldn’t stop crying. We heard a knock at the door, it was my brother. I immediately took my girlfriend inside and hide her under the bed for my brother wouldn’t lilke to see her as my family perceived her as trouble because of her kind of parents.
The night was a long one as we both couldn’t stop thinking. After my brother left for work, we continued our episode of tears, and we both concluded that she would stay with her aunt in Lagos. We called her aunt but she didn’t pick the call. She then suggested she’d go to her friends house at Ishagam to live with them for while, while I straighten my life. Little did I know that those she was going to stay with were sex workers.
I was almost done with school, while we kept communicating not knowing what she was doing, because I promised myself I was going to make it and she was my motivation. I wanted to show her parents that when one isn’t dead, all hope is not lost.
Convocation was Okay, service year was good too, I got a good job and ventured into little business too. In no time, I was comfortable. We got back together, I had opportunities to travel abroad for greener pastures but I declined because I wanted to be with her. The first million I got in life, I gave it to her to start a business. We got married and her parents regreted their actions.
Life was going on smoothly, or so I thought.
She got pregnant after some years, I was unable to be with her always. I didn’t get a maid because of her insecurity issues so I got some of my street brothers staying under my roof so they could assist her whenever I’m not around. Little did I know that they were also assisting my wife sexually.