There are so many fractions of life that need support and a voice. Of late a lot of violent stories have been released and it gives others a glimpse into the rampant lives of abuse in our society especially between couples who supposedly love each other.
LWTZE (Lady with the zoom effect) is an initiative of SoundcityTVâ€™s lead ambassador and VJ, Olayinka â€˜Yeancahâ€™ Adamu. LWTZE Concept is spearheading several projecting include â€˜The War Against Domestic Violenceâ€™. A TV show to spread the word of this concept is already in the making.
Below is the story of a battered victim:
The honeymoon period ended the day after we were married, six months from when we first met. Dehinde is about six foot and about 225 pounds in weight. Iâ€™m five foot four and 100 pounds. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up against the wall. He grabbed my hands and bent them backward, breaking one of my fingers. I was in shock. I was stunned. But I didnâ€™t leave. A few hours after the incident, He broke into tears and told me how sorry he was. I loved him so much, so I believed him when he said it wouldnâ€™t happen again. But life became hell after that.
For the next two months the abuse was nonstop. He kept me in a constant state of terror. Iâ€™m not a drinker, but heâ€™d toss a bottle of beer in my face and say â€œdrinkâ€. Heâ€™d punch me in the stomach or kick me in the thigh if I didnâ€™t. I started walking on tiptoes around him, fearful of everything Iâ€™d say and do. But it didnâ€™t matter; the abuse continued.
He dislocated my shoulder several times. Heâ€™d lift me up by the ankles and bang my head against the floor in the living room. A part of me wanted to leave, but another part of me hesitated. Somehow I felt I was partially responsible for the abuse. If I hadnâ€™t made a particular comment or if I had just sipped the alcohol everything would have been OK. And for the first few months he was apologetic after the beatings. Heâ€™d say he felt very bad and that he didnâ€™t mean to hit me so hard. Heâ€™d actually cry sometimes and show such remorse that Iâ€™d forget my own pain.
Heâ€™d become romantic and sweet, and Iâ€™d fall in love with him all over again. I started to isolate myself from friends and family. I didnâ€™t want them to know about the violence. I put on a happy face with my two kids and tried to act like things were fine. They knew about the violence but didnâ€™t know the severity. When my mom wanted to see me, Iâ€™d lie, saying I was busy. I didnâ€™t want her to see my bruises. I was embarrassed.
Sadly, the abuse worsened. The rapes began about two months after we were married. I was dressing for work when he came out of the shower and asked me where I was going. He didnâ€™t wait for my answer. He threw me on the bed, sat on my stomach, pinned my arms up beside my head and ripped off my clothes. â€œIf you want sex, wait until I get home tonight,â€ I said. â€œYouâ€™ll do it when I want, and how I want,â€ was his response. It got worse after that. He would tie me up and put foreign objects such as necks of beer bottles into my vagina.
Five months into the marriage I endured beating after beating. While most of the assaults were done when my children werenâ€™t home, I was worried that they might step in and try to protect me. If they did, theyÂ might get beaten, too. I began plotting our escape, but it was difficult. He had begun making threatening comments: â€œYou can never get far enough away from me. I will always find you. If I canâ€™t have you, no one will.â€ I felt trapped. How I left? He had disappeared for three days. I didnâ€™t know where he was. I thought he had been in an accident. I called his phone; he would answer but not say anything. He arrived home on the third night at about 1 a.m. and immediately started screaming at me that he didnâ€™t appreciate me trying to track him down. We were in the sitting room and he grabbed the land-phone receiver and began to beat me in the face with it. His eyes were red and flashing like Iâ€™d never seen before. I ran to the bedroom, and he was right behind me.Â
He picked me up over his head and threw me across the room twice. I broke my tailbone in the second fall. My 6-year-old daughter woke up. She must have heard something and came to see what was happening. She just stood there, stunned. He looked at her and got scared for some reason. He went into the bathroom to pack his things. I found my phone, fighting the pain from the broken bone, limped to the living room, I then called my father since then I have not set my eyes on Dehinde.
No one deserves to live like this. PleaseÂ SAY NO TO VIOLENCE!