So yesterday was an interesting day for me. I woke up not feeling well and I honestly hadn't slept as i was tossing and turning the while night with fever and swollen hands. Bae left early morning to go do some stuff and all and when he called me at around ten to open the gate downstairs, I just opened my kitchen balcony door and asked him to catch the keys as i wasn't feeling so good. Guess what, the keys landed on the first floor balcony as it hit someone's laundry line. Haa now the hilarious part is the owner of the house is a Pastor and yesterday was a Sunday and he definately had already left with his family for service. AND to top it all up, I'd already locked my main door padlock so basically I was literally trapped in my own house until 4 p.m hilarious huh?
At around 11 p.m I am sitting quietly in my living room watching the comedy Modern Family as I'd just taken my meds and they were taking quite the holiday to kick in when I heard shouting outside. My house is on the 3rd floor and on the 2nd floor pavement there was some sort of strife happening. All I could hear was a man asking his wife who she was texting and why she was drunk. The woman opened her door I'm assuming and stood outside and started hurling insults at the guy I guess to humiliate him. The guy asked over and over and she started screaming and shouting how useless he was and blah blah blah. OMG in a split second, there was a blood curdling scream and we jetted out of our houses to see what was up. Literally every apartment around ours went alive suddenly and people were on their balconies....my goodness the guy must've had it cause he kicked the woman to the floor and was bashing her from all sides. Kicks and Fists were flying and you could hear the impact they had on her body as she was on her knees, hands covering her head as she screamt for help.
OMGOODNESS can you imagine at almost midnight such a scene taking place? It was like a movie...Now the guy is of a heavy build and the woman is curvaceous but I swear if I was the one being beaten, i would've probably passed out with the first blow. All I could do was shout for him to leave her alone as my neighbours were all on their pavements and he must've heard me as he stopped and soon two men from his floor went to calm him down. So apparently the lady was drunk and had texted her boyfriend asking him to come for her and by mistake the text went to her husband!! The nerve of some women. And to think they have a child who was in the house as the drama unfolded. I couldn't help but wonder what is becoming of the Clan of Eve. Back to the action, the guy had tears in his eyes but he was keeping it together being a man and all I guess and he kept asking how dare she and she would know he is a man just like the others. This seemed like those scenes where a guy sacrifices all and works his ass off for some woman who literally doesn't appreciate his effort. The guy posed the questions to me and I was like 'just leave her alone, it's not worth it blah' he'd just reached his breaking point as from what he was saying was that she had been upto mischief for a while now. He actually asked her to pack and get out of his life oh btw the audience was still on. The woman for some reason was insisting on justifying her actions and kept on insulting him and trust me, the guy could have killed her were he not being held back by two men. Everyone was asking the woman to humble herself, shut up and take her crap outside. Oh this was quite an adrenaline rush moment. I have never seen anything quite like it and it scared me shit less. I imagined the kind of emotional and mental scarring this would do to their child, I imagined the kind of scarring it did to the man who would take years to regain trust in a woman. I imagined the kind of image that remained in the neighbours children who saw this sort of thing and till now, I am still replaying the scandal in my head.
Truth is, I honestly remember every time my parents have had a fight, I remember every insult that any of them have ever hurled at the other, I remember my brother and i swearing to never marry for to us it was an institution made in hell. I remember it all.
I remember the many people, psychologists and spiritual leaders who have had to talk to me to get my bad attitude towards marriage out, I cannit count the people who have tried telling me that the fact that I haven't seen a good marriage doesn't mean there aren't matches made in heaven. I remember one time at around 6 years of age when my parents separated how I'd prayed to God for them to leave each other so as to stop taunting us, the children.
All in all parents, whether single of married, please remember that actions have consequences and the consequences befall your children most of the time. Think before you act. After all, if you're not happy...just leave.
Nyandia.
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