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A Thread on physical Abuse
This story happened in the year 2000.I still remember vividly. We had this neigbour then that use to beat his wife. At least three times a week. Several times the woman will run to our house to seek refuge amidst cries and pains.
This story happened in the year 2000.I still remember vividly. We had this neigbour then that use to beat his wife. At least three times a week. Several times the woman will run to our house to seek refuge amidst cries and pains.
My Dad will instantly pacify the man, beg him while my mum tend to the woman’s wound. This cycle has gone on for several months and it is already becoming a routine. He beats her, she runs to our house My Dad intervenes and my mum treats the wife
On this fateful Sunday morning, we were preparing for church when noise broke out from their apartment again. He has started beating her as usual. To my greatest surprise, My Dad didn’t rush there as usual. Instead he beckoned on two of my hefty uncles staying with us.
They are usually around only on sundays. My Dad told them to go and bring the man. My uncles instantly went to their flat, seized the man and brought him to the front of the whole apartment in the full glare of everyone. My Dad being a school principal opened the booth of his car
and retrieved four strong pankere(cane) he does this only for us when we go naughty. He threw the canes at my uncles and he instructed them to spare only his head. I watched as one of my uncle pinned him down and the other did justice with the lashes till the cane scattered.
My mum rushed out and couldn’t take it again. She had to stand in between the man and my uncles before they stopped. My Dad then fired at him in a stern voice “I have more canes in my car. Dare me and touch her again”
My dad being a respected man in the community. Everyone..
My dad being a respected man in the community. Everyone..
Quietly retreated to their homes. That was the last time the man touched his wife. The woman delivers hamper to us yearly
till they packed out of that apartment. During one of their naming ceremonies, my dad was the father of the day.
till they packed out of that apartment. During one of their naming ceremonies, my dad was the father of the day.
As a very small boy, I practically learnt that if you continue to patronize an abuser, he will become more energized. Reconciliation without justice is Injustice. Don’t ever allow a pattern of abuse to thrive. Nip it in the bud. Don’t hesitate with justice. Punish the abuser
