Hello guys. Thanks for listening to me. I just lost my father! Ain’t it sad to lose a father?
So it happened again yesterday in the night. It’s not the first time and I have kept it in for a long time. Here is my story. So mama came in from the marketplace to get a few vegetables and fruits for use at home. My father had been looking angry since morning and I feared the worst would happen…and happen it did.
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| BREAKING: I Just Lost My Father! |
When mama walked in, he asked her why she came in late. “They didn’t have change so I waited a while as they went around the shops to get some…” Before mama could finish off it started again. My father started beating her. I saw everything. Till this morning I still replay the vibration of the wall as he hit her head against it… the shouts… her screams for mercy… I saw glass breaking, our property destroyed… and I think that’s when it hit me. I walked away from the scene but I knew I had lost my father…yes I lost him.
Not that he died, no, but just that in my eyes I can never see him as a father again. I have lost all respect, honour and love. There is an aura that was around my father. I used to see a successful man and always prayed that I would be like him one day. I just lost all of that. He was my role model that I lost, the trainer that I never want to be like now, the husband I will never be, yes, the father I just lost!
Today as I reflect on the traumatic experience I went through, I ponder on these as I wonder:
Is there any reason why a woman must be beaten? Is it true that beating your wife is a sign that you love her? Is there no better way to deal with disagreements than violence? Help me answer these questions in the comments section please.
