Beauty & The Beast

 

 

 

“Jaw dropping looks
Mouth watering words
Heart gripping scenes
Moments of blissfulness
Expectations for the best

Unleashed without mercy
Moments of tears and gory
Litters of scary scars
Promises filled with lies
Tortures and pains abound
Shockingly, everything turned around.”

_Sams. Agbone

The candle was lit to give light in the dark or for an occasion…

Oh my gosh!
As I drove into the supermarket’s parking lot, behold a young man in his early 30s alighted from a commercial vehicle coming towards my car! Oh my goodness! He’s so gorgeous and has the best physique I’ve ever seen in my existence. His smile at me made my feet feeble as I tried to ignore him and started checking for the unknown in my handbag. He greeted and walked passed me into the supermarket and I quickly rushed in so as not to miss the next episode of the “movie” I was watching… After my shopping, I left with nothing else in mind about the “Mr. Gorgeous”.

My name is Anit Gudu (not real name). An already established lady. A happy, self dependent lady.

A month later, I enrolled in a gymnasium center just to keep fit. The first day I went there for the exercise, I was welcomed by someone who introduced me to my gym instructor. “Madam, please meet Jerry he’ll be your instructor from now on”. I introduced myself to him as we quickly got into action. It was a sweaty time just to burn some calories. After the exercise, Jerry came to me to say he’d seen me at a supermarket before now and I told him I couldn’t remember. Despite his description of the car I drove to the place and other curvatures description he was giving, I told him still, that I couldn’t remember (even though I did remember, winked!). We said goodbye to each other and I stormed out…

Some weeks into the exercise, Jerry approached me and started confessing how he couldn’t sleep because he was thinking of me (Here comes this one again). In my mind I was asking myself if this wasn’t another heart scammer (because I knew they’re everywhere and wouldn’t want to go through it again). I told him I had a man in my life so I could see his genuineness of intent. He kept asking me to give him a chance for months and I finally told him I’d think about it. I was actually liking him, but didn’t want to show it to him because of my past experiences. Due to his persistence at times I refused to go for the exercise just to test his feelings for me. At the end I became convinced of his love for me due to what he’d been doing (you don’t need to know the details, okay).

I finally decided to give him a chance into my life. He was very happy as he then made it a culture to be my chauffeur whenever I needed his assistance. Damn! Jerry was so romantic. He gets the car door for me, gets me all the things he could afford and some months later, he proposed to me. What else could I’ve asked for? Everything was just turning around for my good. I could finally raise my hand in the air to wave at my friends from a distance. Including virtual showcase. I was living my dreams and enjoying the voyage of love in the air, sea and land. Breathe of fresh air filled every ambience of my being. It was indescribable. Hmm, Jerry my Mr. Gorgeous!

“Gbosa” was what I heard… excuse me let me expatiate!

I don’t know if you can understand me, see, on that day, I endlessly counted the stars that littered the sky as my spirit flew out of my body to whisper to the wind the difference between heaven and hell. The wind developed a deaf ear and stood at akimbo staring at my spirit. Its words weren’t audible any longer because it was like it was only speaking to a statue. My head became too heavy for my neck to carry, my feet became feeble and every floor became rough. My being started reacting to the alcoholic content of the unleashed. Even the floor mocked at me because it refused to let me settle my tired body on it. I struggled to regain myself as my hands kept scrambling for comfort. Yes, I was seeing things but they were all blurred.

Jerry, gave me a resounding slap that took me back to memory lane. Yes, my gorgeous Jerry! He slapped me so hard that I almost lost all my teeth just because I came to his house late for an outing we planned for. Even though I texted him I was trapped in a traffic, he already unleashed his anger. He lovingly apologized and promised me he would never try such again… I wept and left his house back to my house. He kept calling and texting to apologize for his action. He made loads of promises for a brighter future for us and I became too weak to carry on with the hate of his act and after some weeks, I forgave him. Yes, I did because I was in love with him to see beyond his imperfections. After all, love covers multitudes of sins. Life went on for us again.

Weeks later, oh no, what the hell?…!

Anit, you’ll be fine okay! Just hold on there and don’t shut down. Try harder and hold on because everything will be alright soon. Those were the words that filtered into my ears. They ran like Usain Bolt from one side of the ear into the other. All I could see were white clouds and angelic voices beckoning me to hold on. I held on for weeks in the hospital as I kept asking myself why would Jerry keep laying a finger on me despite his promises. This time, it was because his phone fell from his hand when I jumped on his back unknowingly to him and it got broken. This was same phone I gave to him as a gift! Well, I never got down from that his back same way before I jumped on. It was like in a wrestling match between Braun Strauman and R. truth. I got slammed, jammed, clamped, crushed and rotated amidst air before my curvatures body landed on the floor. Sadly, there was no referee to say if he’d won or not. So it was just a handicapped type of match. It’s really not funny! I wished I was Brock Lesnar, I’d have asked for a rematch so I could give him a taste of his own medicine! (Hissed).
Mr. Gorgeous sent me to the hospital with his instructing skills that almost sent me to an early grave.

Have I done wrong for giving another chance to love?
Did I do anything wrong to have fallen in love with Jerry?
Do I deserve to be maltreated despite in love?
It is devastating to be abused by someone that you love and think loves you in return. It dawned on me that if I can’t be thankful for what I have, I should be thankful for what I escaped. I am a survivor!

The candlelight was put off because we don’t need its light anymore…
hold on one more thing. He didn’t go scot-free…!

Remember this:
“Don’t be a silent victim fooled by so-called love. Say no more to domestic violence.” _Ty Howard. A broken affair (single or married) is better than a broken rib. You shouldn’t be in love with someone and still raise a finger to hurt that person. Violence is violence. Break the silence, stand up within and speak out. Life has a way of giving us chances to learn from our mistakes and if we can’t learn from them, then it leaves us to our fate or welcomes us to another life beyond.

“A broken affair is better than a broken rib.” _Sams. Agbone

 

 

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