How nice it felt meeting someone who loves you,Al started with romantic phone calls,cute names for me.The type of person you’ll want to keep forever.A few meetups and trust me best human ever.A type of person you go to his home and everyone loves you and appreciate you not knowing Al along they are wondering how you keep up with the sicko brother or son.

A few months on then am back to university , noticing am pregnant shocks me.Then I decide to call him,let’s give him a name as Devil( not real name).Al the Devil tells me is go to the hospital and send me the documents.Given how naive iam I decide to do that.I send him the evidence then he just mute.Doesnt return my phonecalls or my texts.I become scared and decide to do away with it.Painful, heartbroken still have to move on with life.Late night cries,sleepless nights,sagged breasts,loss of weight all that but then you have to keep on going because life is never fair.

Holiday is on we head back home,few days later the Devil shows up with different stories all the memories comes flashing back in your find you feel like strangling him but then again he is still the best.You forget everything that happened and continue seeing him.Small mistakes here and there but then you just forgive and life goes on.

Months go by and then he starts showing his through colours as the devil himself.On his birthday he hosts in his house at their home.The first night I ever got slapped and beaten up with someone you are seeing.His jealous kicks in and he thinks I’m screwing his friend .When his brothers intervene fights erupts,his friend receives a bottle cut on the hand .The whole family is woken up and he even hits his own uncle that’s when his brothers and father gangs up and gives him a beating of his life .He bleeds profusely runs and hides under the bed shivering he’s wounded up but no one cares,I spend the few hours remaining to dawn at his brothers house .but can’t get enough sleep due to his cries for help.In the morning the mother  wakes me up ,when we go to his house the sight  of him leaves one in tears.I rush him to the hospital even have guts to lie to doctors that he was mugged up late at night.

I check on him daily,make sure he’s eating, taking his meds and showering him not because of love but for pity I felt for him.Since then I never wanted anything to him.But for him my show of kindness was driving him crazy for me.Thats now when he’s narcissistic characters shows up.He wants to know my whereabouts every now and then.He threatens beating me up,He appears anywhere iam even at my home place.

I start avoiding him,not answering his texts not receiving his calls, hiding in the bedroom when he comes home etc.Then this day am partying with my friends when he shows up and starts insulting my friends .I had to leave so we can have a chat outside but I misread it he wanted chaos not peaceful talks,that’s when he starts beating me up.i had to call my friends who ganged up and gave him a beating.But then you cant report him to your parents because you lied on spending the night at a friend’s place.But then you cant take it because it’s too much.You apply for a job away from home just to feel free.

The job ain’t that great but then it feels safe and much better than environment at home.You survive a poorly paid job for atleast 6months.Atleast that far you can block Al the numbers he’s calling you via and can’t get scared that he might show up and hurt you.But then it’s December holiday you just have to go back home.You tell yourself you’ll be there for a week and then head back to place of work.But God has other plans in store for you.Stays indoors for five days then comes December 25 very early in the morning when shocking news of your cousin brothers death comes on.Its  very sad because it’s not just one but 3 of them.Now with the whole funeral planning,the homestead is a bit overcrowded and then boom the Devil himself shows up.But atleast he cant hurt you though still threatens.Funeral is over and it’s already mid January so kinda everything is back to normal.You are home alone then he appears bloodshot eyes and very angry.You are terrified but have nowhere to run to.Receives few slaps and couldn’t take it anymore.I bit his hand ,blood stars flowing thats when he lands a blow on my eye.Thats when i give out a loud scream and he runs of.

That same day at night when my mother comes homes she’s shocked to find my eye swollen.My  mum can’t take it and decides to give him a call ,he pretend being apologetic and my mum forgives him and warns him to stay away from our home and from me.But when mum hands me the phone al he could say was that was just a start.Following morning was on a Saturday,i headed to the police station and gave out my statement.was told to go to a hospital and return following day.I went to a hospital and received medication

Sunday morning I headed to the police station as told but was disappointed because a private hospital doesn’t fill P3 forms.I had to wait till Monday to go to a public hospital.I take a bike to my home place that’s when I notice him following me on a bike.I alert the bike man that am being followed so he speeds up.But for a small distance they catch up with us .He orders his friend ( who was riding the bike ) to block my bike man of which he did.Thats when the insults and slaps start again and that time he even takes my phone but to my shock no one bothers to help me I’m left there crying even my bike man himself says nothing.I take another bike and head home,Mum sends another bike to take me to her work place then back to the police station.I give another report and it’s termed as theft.

On Monday the P3 is filled everything is set just waiting for his arrest.But am advised Friday is the best day so that he can atleast stay in cell till Monday.On Friday the chief calls at 3am so I wake up and we head to his place for his arrest but we can’t find him because for some reason he’s already tipped off.He disappears for sometime he can’t be found anyway so the police gives up.

All am left with is my damaged eye,people’s harsh talks and insults,blame game,broken hurt Al I ever do is cry .Am always scared staying at home because you never know when the devil will come knocking.Hes now walking freely , borrowing phones and sending insults and threats but who is there to help.its just sad with a million regrets.