Domestic Violence episode 1
15-07-25 (14:44)
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE
EPISODE 1
Shana moved from the sitting room to the
bedroom, there she parted the curtain blinds and
stared outside the window, there was no sign of
him or his car. Her hopes had been raised by the
sound of a screeching car while she was waiting
for Femi in the sitting room. Femi, that was her
husband’s name. She glanced at the wall clock in
their bedroom, the time was 11: 45pm. Just about a
quarter to twelve and her Femi was yet to return
home after he left the house as early as 6:30am
that morning. She walked to the sitting room and
around the dining area, she paused at the dining
table and opened the dishes, the dinner she had
prepared for him was already getting cold. She
was sure that he would not even touch the food
when he returns home that night. She was sure
because the same scene had played itself the
previous day. Two days in a row and her Femi had
refused to touch her food! As the clock struck 12,
signaling a new day, she thought of going to bed.
But how could she have the heart to sleep when
her husband was out there probably in the arms of
another woman?
Shana: “My own Femi in another woman’s bed!”
she thought aloud. She poured herself a glass of
cold water and sat on the sitee, Femi’s favourite
chair in the sitting room. “How did we get here?
How did we get to this stage where' my Femi stays
out late without consideration for my feelings?
How did our marriage get to this horrible stage that
you no longer desire my presence? My Femi, the
only man in the world for me, the man who took
my virginity and made me a woman. You used to
be so sweet, marriage they say is not a bed of
roses but ours has been a bed of roses for the past
five years that we have been married. You were
all sweet and adorable, the man after my fragile
heart until few months back when you started
coming home late and receiving mysterious phone
calls. Could this misbehavior on your part be the
handiwork of another woman? Could I have done
something wrong to push you away?”
She ran to the bedside mirror and checked out
herself. “But I am still beautiful. Well, I have added
a few kilos, I agree but I am still beautiful. Well, I
may not have the zeal now to make up and
package myself the way I used to before we got
married but then, I thought you said your love for
me was unconditional? Why should I waste my
time making up, fixing lashes, nails and all sort of
hair extensions? I thought women do this to attract
men, I am already married so why should I
compete with single ladies? You used to love me,
Femi. You used to…”
The entrance door bell rang and she jerked up from
her reverie. In her thoughts, she hadn’t heard when
the security man opened the gate for Femi to drive
in. She adjusted her pyjamas, cleaned her face and
ran to the door and opened it. There he was clad in
a carton colour Next stripe shirt on a black trousers
and crocodile skin deep brown shoes. He had all
the charm in the world to sweep a woman off her
feet and all the anger she felt for him staying out
late melted at the sight of him. All she wanted to
do was spend the rest of her life loving and
pleasing Femi. Yes, Femi was her password.
Shana: “Welcome, Ifemi”. His name was Femi but
she had customized it to ifemi, Yoruba word for my
love. It was a perfect name and few years back,
the name alone was enough to put Femi in the
mood to sweep her off her feet to the bedroom
and give her the p******g of her life just the way
she liked it. As he made his way into the sitting
room, she rushed at him and hugged him. It was a
tight hug, she sniffed the scent of his perfume
mixed with his sweat and she felt like holding on
to him all her life less another woman snatch him
away from her.
Femi was unmoved by her show of affection and
all he wanted to do was shower and get to bed,
for he had a long day at work and at the other
woman’s place. He gently eased his way out of her
embrace and made for the room. She, the
understanding wife that she is thought that he was
very tired after office duties and she closed the
door after him and collected his brief case. After
undressing, he made his way into the bathroom
and she took the opportunity to warm his food in
the microwave for she couldn’t bear to serve her
Femi cold dishes. She had just finished resetting the
dining table when she saw him come out of the
bathroom.
Shana: “Dinner is served, Ifemi. Come and eat
before you sleep, I see that you have had a very
long day”.
Femi ignored her and concentrated on wearing his
sleeping robe. All he wanted to do was sleep, food
was the last thing on his mind for the other
woman had feed him full. When Shana didn’t hear
from him, she came to meet him from the dining
area. “Ife, I said food is…”
Femi: “You said food is ready, I heard you the first
time you spoke. I am not hungry”.
Shana: “You are not hungry? You just got back
from work after leaving home early this morning
and you say that you are not hungry? Why won’t
you be hungry? The Ife that I know doesn’t eat out
at nights no matter what”.
Femi: “Oooh! What is it? Can’t a man come home
and go to bed peacefully without his wife nagging?
I said I am not hungry. Can’t you see that I am
tired?”
Shana: “Of course I see that you are very tired. I
am not blind. But why would you come back this
late? The last time I checked, bank managers don’t
stay in the office till 12 midnight”.
Femi: “Is that what the fuss about food is all
about? Well, we had a very busy day trying to
reconcile our accounts today. As if that was not
enough, we had a board meeting to harmonize our
report for the month against tomorrow. I am the
branch manager and there is no way these
meetings can hold without me. I have not had a
second to myself since I left home this morning. I
thought I was going to find rest when I get home,
I didn’t know that there was another question and
answer session waiting for me”.
Shana: “I am sorry, Ifemi. I understand how very
tedious these things can be”.
Femi: “Good. Thank God you understand. Now, can
I sleep in peace?” he went to bed and covered
himself from head to toe with his duvet shutting
her out of his world.
Few minutes later, after she had packed the dinner
she made into the refrigerator, she joined him in
bed. She thought of drawing close to him and
touching him for she wanted to feel his arms
around her but she thought otherwise, not wanting
to provoke him since he said he was tired. After
about an hour, she was finding it difficult to sleep
for her heart was heavy. There was something
about Femi’s story about the meeting that she
didn’t believe. The Femi she knew would have
called her to inform her of the emergency meeting
and apologize for coming home late. Also, if he
was in a meeting all day as he had claimed, then
he was not supposed to refuse her food because
he claimed that he hadn’t had any time to himself
all day so how comes is he not hungry?
She was still preoccupied with her thoughts when
her husband phone began to vibrate. The phone
was on the bedside drawer close to her and she
peeped to see who the caller was. ‘Real Deal’, that
was the name of the caller. “Who could this be and
why is he or she calling my husband at this time of
the night? Could it be one of his staff in the office?
Why should he save anybody’s name as ‘Real
Deal’? Is Femi involved in any form of shaddy deal?
All these thoughts crossed her mind as she thought
of picking the call and answering on his behalf or
ignoring it until he wakes up the next day.
She was about stretching forth her hand to pick the
call when she saw Femi moved and she lay still
pretending to be asleep. He quietly picked the
phone and covered himself but she stretched her
ears and tried to pick out what he was saying
under the duvet. She was careful not to make any
turn for he thought she was asleep.
Femi: “Yes, why are you calling me by this time?
You should be asleep by now”.
Caller: “I am sorry, but I couldn’t sleep without
finding out if you got home safely”.
Femi: “I did get home safely. Now get back to
sleep, my wife is here and I don’t want her to
wake up and find me making this call”.
Caller: “Common, Fem. I missed you, I wish you
are here. I can make do with your arms around me
tonight. You know, I wouldn’t mind rolling my
tongue on your d**k and giving you the s*****g of
your life. You know how well I can do it baby. Go
to the sitting room or restroom and let’s make all
night erotic calls”.
Femi: “What! You know what, I will call you back”.
He ended the call and swiftly removed the duvet
he had over him and tiptoed out of bed, making
great efforts not to wake his wife who was fast
asleep, so he thought.
He went into the toilet and closed the door after
him and called her back. As soon as he locked the
toilet door, his wife also tiptoed out of bed and
went towards the toilet door. Careful not to make
any sound that will give her away, she pressed her
head against the door but she could not make out
what he was saying. All she heard was
murmurings and she felt she heard Femi make a
m*****g sound, the type he always made when he
wanted to c*m in her anytime there were having
their rounds of passionate s*x.
Shana: “Who is this caller that is capable of making
my husband make this sound over the phone?
What is she telling him? So, Femi is cheating on me
and has the guts to do it so shamelessly? Is this
how much he hates me? Real deal? Who is that
bitch that is coming for my Femi? What should I do
o, should I confront him or should I pretend not to
have heard anything?” she thought.
Question: Should Shana confront her husband or
should she pretend not to have heard anything?
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