Anna

I was at the market, doing my weekly shopping when my mobile rang. It was Ema, my friend Tola's younger sister.
"Aunty Anna, please come quick o! There's a big problem!" she said anxiously over the line.

"What's the matter?" I asked. I moved to a spot behind the provision sellers which was a bit quiet.

What she said made my blood run cold.

"Sister was beaten up by Uncle and she fell downstairs and is unconscious. We want to take her to the hospital but there's no car. Please come ma!"

It was not long I arrived the market and I still had a lot of shopping to do. But I abandoned everything and quickly drove to my friend's house at Ikeja.

I prayed silently as I drove along that she would be alright. I wondered what the problem was with Jerry, her husband. The man kept beating her all the time with or without provocation.

In fact, it was not too long before that they had had a fight which resulted in her being hospitalized for days at the hospital. Now this. Most of their quarrels had to do with one thing: her childless state.

They had been married for nearly eight years with no child and Jerry's family were threatening to throw her out if she could not have children.

"I hope she's ok," I said silently as I negotiated a turn that led to her street.
Tola was in pretty bad shape when I arrived. She was lying on a mat outside in the courtyard of their compound and was barely breathing.

Ema was weeping and wailing and a few of the neighbours around were making efforts to get a vehicle to take to her to the hospital. Her husband was nowhere in sight.

They quickly carried her to my car and we left for a hospital in the area.
She was to remain in the hospital for weeks due to the extent of her injuries. She had a broken arm, a sprained ankle, numerous cuts and bruises.

As the doctor who first attended to her on our arrival at the hospital noted, she was lucky to be alive.

"What happened to her? Was she run over by a truck?" the doctor asked me. I had no answer to that as I had not got the full story of what transpired between Tola and her husband.
She regained consciousness some hours later.
She tried to speak to me on seeing me sitting by the bed but I placed a finger on her lip, telling her to rest.

"The doctor said you should rest. Just take it easy ok? You'll be fine. Thank God you've woken up," I stated. I felt bad seeing my friend in such pitiable condition. What kind of man was that Jerry that he could treat his wife in this manner, I thought angrily.

It was the same thing her mother said when she arrived the hospital. She wept on seeing her daughter lying on the bed, with bandages all over her body.

"What kind of man would do this to his own wife? You are not going back to that house! I'm not ready to lose you yet," she declared vehemently.


To Be Continued...http://truelifestoriesng..com.ng/2016/03/shes-his-wife-but-im-his-woman-1.html


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