In the storm of love (1) By: Guardian Nigeria Date: 9 May 2026 4:00am WAT By Segun Durowaiye
"Please, don't beat me again, I beg you in God's name..." Wunmi pleaded in tears that rainy afternoon as her husband, Juwon, descended on her, bashing and pummeling her with his iron-like fists. "Leave my house now I say or your family will come for your corpse today!" Juwon growled as he continued kicking, slapping and boxing his beautiful wife. It was a hellish day for Wunmi. She had no strength to withstand the physical attack of her husband. She was on the floor, writhing in pains, as Juwon threw caution to the winds and beat the living daylight out of her. Juwon was tall, big and strong.
"I swear by the devil I'll kill you if you don't leave my house, and you won't take a pin from this house! You bastard!" Juwon raged on, mouthing obscenities and assaulting his humble and kind-hearted wife. He treated her as if they were sworn enemies. Juwon opened the door and in a jiffy threw his loving wife out of the house, into the heavy rain. And with swollen eyes, bleeding mouth and a body bruised from fatal assault, Wunmi found herself on the street during the heavy rains in the month of July.
This attack on her person definitely looked like the last straw to Wunmi. She had no idea what always came over her husband at the slightest misunderstanding resulting in battering on a daily basis. It remained a mystery to her why her husband was always possessed by a wicked spirit that had no mercy at all. Wunmi was a mother of four children and had been married to Juwon for almost 15 years. She had always endured and persevered for a very long time. But now, she had had enough and wouldn't mind to do anything harmful to herself. This particular fight was actually caused by a minor argument over family issue. She knew that Juwon would definitely kill her one day like a mere pestering rat.
Drenched in the rains, in pains and crying sorrowfully, Wunmi walked away, to nowhere in particular. Despite the fact that Wunmi was a mother of four children, she was very beautiful and had a charming carriage. She was a loyal, dutiful and hard-working woman who never shied away from her matrimonial duties. As Wunmi walked on the tarred road, she was weeping heartrendingly and hopelessly, expecting the worst to happen. She knew she was suffering and facing these untold hardships because of the love she had for her four innocent kids. She realized that she was married to a man she really loved but who didn't love her the same way. To her, it was a misplaced love. What manner of man could treat his wife like a worthless slave or animal?
At a stage, she felt dizzy, staggered and fell down. She summoned courage and drew the latent energy in her body; then she stood up again and continued walking in a desperate way. Only God knew where she was headed that Saturday afternoon. This was a woman who had been maltreated, who had really suffered and now inside a heavy rain. She was wet, like a forlorn and lost pet. Motorists were blaring their horns and avoiding her lest she be knocked down. The heavy downpour continued unabated with peals of thunder roaring with deadly and frightening fervour. What would happen to Wunmi as she was in an inclement weather, and torn between the harsh realities of life?
As she continued walking and staggering in the chilly weather she was almost hit by a fast-moving car. It could have been a tragedy! Instantly, the occupant of the car stopped abruptly beside her, got down and walked hastily towards her. The man was driving the latest automatic BMW jeep. "Woman, woman, what's the problem?" the man asked the troubled woman. Wunmi didn't stop; she was now shedding more sorrowful tears. Then, the man held her hand and tried to calm her with soothing words: "Please, woman, tell me the problem. I'll be of help. I'm Chief Demoye. Tell me who treated you this way? Stop crying...please..."
"Sir...please...let me die...I just want to die..." Wunmi said, while sobbing like a baby. Then she fell down beside the road in a fainting fit... To be concluded.
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