My Wounds May Never Heal (IV)

In case you missed the earlier episodes, please check here

Episode 1: https://toyinfabs.wordpress.com/2013/01/04/my-wounds-may-never-heal/

Episode 2: https://toyinfabs.wordpress.com/2013/01/06/my-wounds-may-never-heal-ii/

Episode 3: https://toyinfabs.wordpress.com/2013/01/09/my-wounds-may-never-heal-iii/

Many thanks to everyone for sharing and reading…

 

div

*******
The moment the waiter opened the bottle, a cascade of Wine rained over Jimi soaking his shirt completely. I didn’t have enough time to react to this before Jimi knocked down the waiter, covering him with fast and furious punches.

The whole restaurant scattered and in the midst of the confusion, I heard someone screaming for security. Two or three guys gathered around trying to pry Jimi away from the waiter but he proved too strong for them, he kept screaming;

“My Gucci shirt……., you ruined my Gucci shirt” and banging the waiter’s head on the floor with each scream.

I picked up my bag and the papers and backed away quietly out of the restaurant, I was shaking badly, horrified at the madness Jimi was displaying. I stopped for a second at the door of the restaurant to look at Banke’s face. She looked as though she was stuck to the chair and couldn’t stand up, the look on her face spelt horror plainly. I walked briskly once I got out of the restaurant moving out of the way of the Police Van that zoomed into the front of the restaurant.

*****
The news of Jimi’s assault on the waiter and his subsequent arrest made it into almost every blog, TV and Radio stations in the country. Thankfully my name wasn’t mentioned in the whole drama. I saw the waiter’s picture in a newspaper and I almost couldn’t believe Jimi had done that much damage in such a short time. The waiter was said to be in coma and may likely suffer brain damage. The whole country was in shock that anyone could treat a fellow human being that way over a shirt stain.
I did not feel much pity for Jimi, my only concern was not to be a felon’s wife and I was determined more than ever to get out of the marriage. I realized it would be better if I engaged the services of a Lawyer.

I thought about who my Lawyer should be and decided it had to be a woman. I needed someone who could empathize with my predicament. My mind went back to an article I read two years earlier. It was about a woman lawyer whose practice was dedicated towards helping abused women. That was exactly the kind of person I needed. I picked up my phone and searched for her contact details on Google.

****
The waiting room seemed more like that of a Spa than a lawyer’s office. It was tastefully decorated with artwork. Even the walls were painted in orange giving the place a lovely glow. I felt the tension ease away with each minute I spent there and also felt more confident about getting a solution to my problems. Anyone who had this kind of office had to be an organized person who also has a warm heart, I thought.

I was shown into her office fifteen minutes after I arrived and was struck by the ambience of the office as well. I was even more impressed by her appearance. She looked young, beautiful and curvy. A true definition of what the African woman should look like.

“Morning Madam, I am glad you agreed to meet me on such a short notice despite your schedule.”

“It’s my pleasure, your e-mail seemed rather urgent and compelling and so I had to arrange something.”

“I am grateful Miss Nwachukwu”, I replied

Please call me Nana, she said adjusting her glasses.

Oh, okay, thank you Nana.
She smiled broadly revealing well apportioned teeth and motioned for me to sit.

“My name is Olaseni and I need to be divorced from my husband urgently.”

“Okay, let’s start from the very beginning. Why do you want a divorce?”

I spent the next fifteen minutes trying to summarize everything I had gone through in the three years of my marriage.

Throughout my narrative, she said nothing, she however occasionally scribbled on a Lavender legal pad.

When I was through, she came to my side, sat on the edge of the table and placed her hands on my shoulders. She said just one sentence that gave me the hope and peace of mind that I so desperately needed.

“Rest easy Seni, you will surely get your divorce. I promise you that.”

****

The day before Jimi’s trial began; my lawyer and I arranged a meeting with him. He had been granted bail pending the outcome of the trial. The meeting was scheduled to hold in Jimi’s office and despite my misgivings about being anywhere Jimi, I felt quite safe since Nana was accompanying me.

He made us wait for over thirty minutes before he told his secretary to call us in. He ignored our greetings and acting as if he didn’t see my lawyer, he turned straight to me saying.
“Seni, like I told you when you called earlier, you are my wife and you will always be my wife. I have no intention of letting you go and that’s final. Even this small girl you brought as your lawyer can’t do anything about it.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, if I were you Mr. Jimi Kolawole.”
Nana said casually taking a seat. I followed suit, making sure I was as close to Nana as possible.

“I wasn’t talking to you young lady, it’s none of your business.” He barked.

“But you were talking to my client, which makes it my business.” She replied coolly removing her glasses.

“Now listen to this Mr. Kolawole, I will like you to imagine a scenario where your wife decides to testify against you in court. I am sure the prosecution would love that. Just imagine what the judge will think when she starts to tell all those wonderful stories of abuse, imagine how the crowd in the …..”

“But she doesn’t have any proof does she?” He asked cutting Nana off.

“Oh, she has proof all right Mr. Kolawole, she does have proof.”

“Perhaps Seni here didn’t tell you, that each time you abused her, she went to a doctor for check up, I don’t know if you remember a time that you beat her into unconsciousness, she went to the hospital afterwards and was later told she lost a month old pregnancy.”

“It’s all here in this file, the Doctor’s report, the lab tests and other related documents. I could show you if you wish to see them.”

She dropped the flat file on Jimi’s desk. Jimi hesitated; and his eyes darted between my lawyer and me, finally he picked it up and leafed through the pages.

“One more thing, the Doctor is willing to testify if need be.” Nana added watching Jimi scan through the file.

I kept glancing at the door throughout the time Nana was talking; I was scared Jimi could do something crazy because of the way his eyes were turning red by the minute.

He finally dropped the file and stared at Nana for what seemed like ages but Nana remained unperturbed, she kept staring back at him intently.

Jimi finally said,

“Can I have the papers?”

Nana brought them out and gave them to him. I held my breath as Jimi signed; I couldn’t believe it was all about to be over.

He signed them and gave them back to Nana, and without another word he placed his head on the table.
We stood up, said our goodbyes but as before our greetings were not acknowledged.

****

The court dissolved our marriage two weeks after Jimi was sentenced to two years imprisonment for his assault on the waiter. The waiter had finally got out of coma but was still in intensive care. I called Nana to break the news to her and she told me to meet her at a restaurant close to her office in an hour’s time.

“We need to celebrate Seni, I am so happy for you”, she said.

I dropped the call and cradled Atilola in my arms. I was happy Jimi was gone from our lives and sad that my daughter wasn’t going to grow up having both her Mom and Dad in the same house. It however felt good to be liberated and I determined in my mind to be the best parent on earth to my daughter.

I later dropped Atilola at my Mom’s place and left for my meeting with Nana.

“Congratulations Seni”, she said hugging me as soon I walked to her table.

“Thank you so much Nana, I couldn’t have done this without you” I replied.

“I think you would have, Seni. You have such an indomitable spirit. You would have found a way, I am sure of that.”

“But you made it all easier, I would always be grateful.”

She waved my appreciation off, signaling for a waiter to bring the menu.

“Would you think I’m crazy if I said I feel sorry for Jimi?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I can definitely understand that. He was your husband after all and the father of your daughter.”

“Hmm, thank you.”

“I have decided to do some advocacy work myself. I would to like work with you in helping abused women. I feel this urgent need to share my story with the whole world. Perhaps it could save someone out there from falling into the same pit I fell in.”

“That’s great Seni, there is this NGO that I usually work with, I am sure it would be a great platform for you. I am glad you want to do this.”

“I don’t know if I would ever really get over everything that happened. A part of me still thinks Jimi can be a threat to me.”

“He can never be Seni; I need you to get over the fear.”

“I will Nana, I will. I will do my best to be strong; it’s just that I keep thinking my wounds may never heal.”

“No, dear, they will heal. The more you help encourage others in your situation, the more your own bruises will heal.”

“I think I agree with you.”

“Great!”
“Here comes the food, let’s eat and forget about all things Jimi.”

The End!

Photo credit:Google Images

Advertisements

36 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Abdullahi Aborode
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 16:25:54

    Absotively brilliant…God bless u Toyin

    Reply

  2. Damilare
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 16:35:26

    Awwww…. (۳º̩̩́_º̩̩̀)۳ brilliant… Me likey the endy… Happy ending… Was already thinking Jimi wud be lurking in the bushes spyin on them after killin the police on his way to jail… -___-

    Thanks ma for the suspense!!!!

    Reply

  3. bolafal
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 16:48:08

    Well done darling. A lot of people need to be sensitized about dis issue. Many women r been brutalized on a daily basis.

    Reply

    • toyinfabs
      Jan 14, 2013 @ 06:38:59

      Thanks babe…….It’s sad and true that this happens to a lot of women. May God turn their situation around and give them the wisdom to move on when the time is right.

      Reply

  4. 9jaBloke
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 17:05:47

    In one word: C-L-A-S-S!!! Thank you for making my weekend Toyin. l smiled when l got to the part of ”call me Nana”. I actually felt like it was the movies. Once again, well done for a truly beautiful and inspiring story.

    Reply

  5. Nana(@purehaire)
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 17:06:31

    Abused women need to speak out and also take a stand. Toyin, nice one…..

    Reply

    • toyinfabs
      Jan 14, 2013 @ 06:41:14

      Miss Nwachukwu, thank you for allowing me to use you as my muse although I did not take permission sha. But you are everything and more of what I depicted above. I’m glad to have met you on twitter. Thanks for reading. *hugs*

      Reply

  6. omorinsola
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 17:19:24

    Wao!!Good work.absolutely stunning.loved d intense suspense and liked the way it ended.good job toyin

    Reply

  7. ogunmuyiwa adenike
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 18:41:14

    Nicely put Fab,now am sure d wounds will heal.
    Ppl need to speak out n seek help.
    Perfect ending.#heaving a sigh of relief#

    Reply

  8. abe temitope
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 18:55:16

    Whao!!! What can i say? I dont hv d right word to describe dis in my head right now. Toyin u did a 9ce job just keep it up…

    Reply

  9. saintlua
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 20:43:32

    2 years? 2 years imprisonment? That monster should be locked away for life!! If this were to be a real life story, then I would hope the guy gets reformed in prison otherwise the monster will still come back to hunt her. Such men are not fit for the society unless they are willing to get help for their anger problem. Great story. You write well!

    Reply

    • toyinfabs
      Jan 14, 2013 @ 06:44:51

      I agree ooo, I wanted to give him life or death by hanging sef (evil grin) . I just didn’t want to be so hard so the guys won’t say ayaf come again. LOL….thanks for reading *hugs*

      Reply

  10. Adejumo, Solomon Aderemi
    Jan 11, 2013 @ 23:46:32

    Glad to have read through all the parts of this great work. The message was well delivered, the suspense was thrilling too. Well done.

    Reply

  11. Adaeze Zita
    Jan 12, 2013 @ 05:33:11

    Thanks Toyin. That was a beautiful story, glad She triumphed at the end.

    Reply

  12. Mag Fawibe
    Jan 12, 2013 @ 06:56:20

    Fabulous!!!!! Even if the wound heals, the scar will be there for life!!!! The best things is not to fall victim in the first instance. I pray the 2-yr imprisonment will make Jimi a better person before he eventually comes out. ℓ☺ℓ. And candidly speaking, I feel his kinda anger is demon-inspired!!! If u knƠ̴͡w anyone with such destructive anger, MFM Prayer City is the best bet for such a person; he or she will be delivered from the yoke of anger. Great work!! Brilliant thinking Toyin. Keep up the good work babes!!

    Reply

  13. Olufunto
    Jan 12, 2013 @ 07:30:03

    My heart goes out to victims of domestic violence. No one should go through such, not a woman, not a man, not a house help and not a child. Seni is one of the lucky few. Many end up dead some are eventually rescued after losing a child, pregnancies, their womb, eye, their sanity or more while enduring domestic violence. There is only one immediate solution to domestic violence; run when you can and as fast as you can. Toyin thank you so much for this lovely piece.

    Reply

  14. cocosgist
    Jan 12, 2013 @ 09:54:21

    The divorce’s unnecessary…simply pack your bags & relocate to another place. I agree starting over’s difficult but it is too small a price to pay for your life.
    Good thing she got hers though but relocation should be paramount ’cause when the bastard comes out, he just might come after her.

    Reply

    • toyinfabs
      Jan 14, 2013 @ 06:50:10

      It’s God that would save that girl oooo……..she would just travel out noni or maybe she will get lucky and Jimi would repent. Thanks for reading and contributing. *hugs*

      Reply

  15. eddy
    Jan 12, 2013 @ 21:12:13

    Good job…from part one to the end. LOL@Damilare’s comment

    Reply

  16. Adegoke
    Jan 13, 2013 @ 03:25:24

    It was breathtaking, so educative and I have learnt a great deal from it…. You are a very good writer, Pls, keep up the goodwork

    Reply

  17. Mariann
    Jan 14, 2013 @ 09:35:40

    great story and really informative…..its time for people to speak out and get all the help they need when in an abusive relationship…. good job…. up yours

    Reply

  18. olalohunpe
    May 14, 2013 @ 10:42:36

    I am so thrilled i stumbled on your blog. You have a fan in me now

    Reply

  19. Nene
    Jan 06, 2017 @ 18:13:08

    This story really touches d heart..
    The man is a complete monster..
    If I were in Seni’s shoes, I would have shot him dead- beginning with every joint of his body, then his forehead.. Poisoning him would have been ‘mercy killing’ and he seriously don’t deserve it..

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Moskeda Lounge

Relax, Read, Chat and Maybe even Toast

One Word More

one word at a time

theinkheartblog

letting the ink tell the tales conceived in my mind.........

HaroldWrites

The Pen Whisperer

Malcolm's Blog

My vantage point laced with acerbic muse of experiences, events and people. I am responsible for what i write; not for what you understand. Welcome to my world...

Farafina Books

Telling Our Own Stories...

Kayode Faniyi

literature. life. guff.

Newnaija's Place

...a peep into the future...

Seun Odukoya

Your Stories. My Stories. Our Stories. Please forward all enquiries to seunodukoyaofficial@gmail.com.

Word_smith

Illusionist

Tobi Olowookere's blog

...that I may know Him

Untold Stories

'There Is No Greater Agony Than Bearing an Untold Story Inside You' ~ Maya Angelou

Ikhide

Father, Fighter, Lover

Nzesylva's Corner

A repository of my thoughts

Chris BAMIDELE

Scattered Thoughts, Opinions and African Stories.

soulcaste

...from Soul to Ink

OSCARPOEMS

Welcome to Oscarpoems blog, a combo of my musings and poetry

Deniz blog!

An imagined perfect place...

tlsplace

A Beautiful Mind

Iconsnest's Blog

Love. Culture. Food

%d bloggers like this: