Omawunmi’s voice filters out of the small radio on my dressing table and I burst into a fit of laughter which finally gives way to tears.
“I go pack my load and go… if your love stops to show…” I get up from where I’m sitting on the bed, walk up to the dressing table and smash the radio on the floor in anger. I’m angry because I feel like she’s talking to me and I know she’s saying the truth; I should leave my husband.
He is mean and wicked, he doesn’t care about me and he still beats me even though he knows I’m carrying his child but I can’t leave him. I love him so much and I don’t want to leave because I’m afraid he might not come looking for me. I don’t think he loves me that much.
The thought of me not wanting to leave makes me laugh again but this time, I’m laughing at what a pathetic person I am. This man that beats me everyday doesn’t even have a good job; he’s only a mechanic and my boss still tells me someone as pretty as I am deserves someone better.
I’m examining the bruises on my neck and face in front of the mirror when I get a text from my boss reminding me of the important business proposal we need to write together at the office in about two hours. I had already made up my mind I was going to make up an excuse not to go because I know exactly what my boss wants from me but looking at the damage my husband has done to my neck and face, I quickly change my mind.
I’m going to see my boss this evening and I’m going to accept his proposal to have an affair with me. At least he’ll treat me like a Queen, give me all the money and attention I crave for so badly and make me happy. It’s not like my husband cares anyway.
I clean up the room and pick out a casual gown to wear to the office to meet up with my boss. It’s a Saturday so I don’t have to be formally dressed. I take my time dressing up and applying my make up, making sure I cover every bruise on my face with my foundation and I tie a fancy scarf to cover the bruises on my neck. My husband is sitting in the living room watching football with his usual bottle of beer on a stool in front of him when I step out of the room all dressed and ready to go.
“Where do you think you are going?” he asks angrily, there is a look of disgust on his face and irritation in his voice.
“My boss just called me. There’s work to do at the office.” I reply confidently. I know he can’t stop me from going to work, his earnings are barely enough to pay the rent and we are basically surviving on my salary.
“Fine but make sure you come back home in time, I’ll lock you out if you are not in here by 8pm.” He says sternly and I nod with a smile before walking out of the house. He might be wondering why I’m smiling but I know he won’t be locking me out anytime soon because I won’t be coming home anytime after 8pm, I’ll be coming back the following day.
It’s definitely payback time…