Sola’s
head was banging. She wished there was a way she could just make the activities
playing in her head go still.
“Kai…”
she winced.
She had been thinking non-stop for over two weeks now. She gently
massaged her temple and glanced at the nurses busy at the counter in the
reception room. If it were another hospital, she would have been impatient, but
Bcee’s wellness center was one of the best.
She
decided to take her mind off her pounding head and took in her surroundings… a
fussy baby and his mother sat at the far corner of the room, the baby had
refuted all attempts to pacify him in the past 10 minutes.
“is not better for
him to just cry so we know that he is crying…” she muttered to herself. To her
it was better than having him crawling over his mum and making a mess of the
whole place with the piece of bread he was holding. At that thought she knew
she was officially sick.
In
the midst of her musings, a lady came and sat just beside her.
“Good
morning” she greeted, giving her a quick glance.
“Hello”
the lady replied rather flippantly and adjusted her shades.
Sola
shifted, and thought to herself “na me find trouble o! kilon je ‘hello’?...”
and why was she wearing thick shades indoors? She looked at her watch, they had
told her she would wait 30 minutes, she had 15 minutes to go. She was here for
an MRI scan…this was the fifth time she was going through this procedure. Her
doctor advised that a full scan of her head be done, especially of her brain
since the drugs prescribed hardly worked… she was getting tired of needles,
white walls and that stringent antiseptic smell. The last time she cried while
being injected with contrast dye, not because of the pain but because she felt
so helpless… She shook off the thoughts and sighed deeply.
“Ebi!
Sorry for keeping you waiting” one of the nurses rushed to the lady’s side.
“Sorry eh, I saw your message late this morning”
It
was obvious that the lady and the nurse had a personal relationship. “oh oh?
Eyaa! she must have been crying that’s
why she wore the shades! Me and my thoughts sef!” Sola chided herself
“hmmmm..”
the lady broke in tears, as she did the nurse helped her take off the shades
and she flinched, while the nurse looked away.
Sola
gasped as the shades came off, she didn’t know when she did. The lady had an
ugly gash just above her eyes. It looked like she had tried to stop it from
bleeding with violet paint… the skin around the wound was discoloured, and
needed care…
”what happened to you!” the
nursed asked in shock.
The
lady hurriedly stood up and beckoned on the nurse to follow her, while
muttering “I fell”.
Sola
still sat frozen and like a movie, some acts played in her head. That was how
she used to tell her friends…”I fell”. She had been married until last week.
She looked down to her fingers, the marks of her wedding band was still
visible. She kept replying a scene in her head…
She
was hurriedly trying to finish up dinner for her husband “I’m coming!” she
called out. This was the second time he had shouted her name. She was clearly
shaking…if only she left work 5pm on the dot, she would not need to rush
dinner. While making frantic efforts, he came in….
“Sola
kilon se e?! Is it that a man is not allowed to eat in his house again?! And I
have been calling you, you didn’t come?! Ahnahn”! he was boiling
She
trembled, “Oko mi e ma binu, dinner is almost ready. Please give me 10 minutes
and I…” she was still talking while facing the cooker trying to salvage the
situation, when she heard “BANG!” on the side of her head. Next she lay
crumpled on the floor, jerking, slowly ebbing out. He had use the toaster to
hit her.
She was experiencing a seizure, as she faded into oblivion she recalled
her doctor saying “Mrs Ademola, you need to stay away from your husband. If
this continues I would have you checked into a rehabilitation home. It is not
normal to want to keep living in such condition. This is the eighth time you
have been rushed here, incessant seizures would damage your brain and you could
become sort of an epileptic.”…her seizures had started some months ago, she was
told that it was as a result of being hit repeatedly on her head…that day Jide
had pushed her from the top of the stairs, she lost their baby…
She
followed her Doctor’s advice and packed of her matrimonial home. She had
enlisted Justina’s help because she was still weak from the recent ordeal and
was felt numb. Justina was her childhood friend. That day Jide had gone to
work, so they hurriedly packed her things and left. She was yet to inform her
Mother about her decision to leave her home. The last time she confided in her
mother, she concluded her life was in her hands…
“Sola!
Sola! Sola! How many times have I called you? Men are like that. They always
want to show they are in charge. Just be respectful, be humble, shower him with
praises…” Her mother advised, and as she went on and on, Sola knew she had to
act fast and immediately deleted her Mother from the equation.
She
felt someone nudging her arm and came back to reality, a nurse was standing
beside her, touching her arm lightly “madam, the doctor would see you now” the
normal procedure was for the doctor to examine her to be sure she was safe to
do the scan and then she would be injected with contrast dye, this makes
certain tissues and blood vessels show up more clearly and in greater detail.
She
turned her lost eyes to the nurse and slowly got up…”My head aches” she
whispered but loud enough for the nurse to hear. Where did she go wrong? Jide
used to love her so much. What changed? She noticed his domineering attitude
while they courted but she dismissed it, because he was always quick to make
amends and shower care on her. Clearly, something snapped when they got
married. It started with verbal abuse, then he started slapping her and soon he
graduated to beating her to a pulp.
“oh
sorry about that, you would be given some pain killers….” And the nurse kept
talking. Sola was in her own world, she heard nothing.
N. B- This is for all women who have been victims of abuse, whether physical, emotional or psychological. My heart goes out to you all, please and please get help while you can. It is not cowardice to seek help and to admit weakness.
N. B- This is for all women who have been victims of abuse, whether physical, emotional or psychological. My heart goes out to you all, please and please get help while you can. It is not cowardice to seek help and to admit weakness.
ADESUWA