Love could be a terrible and frightening thing. It is a state of mind that could render one incapable of rational thoughts; it is a chain that could hold one captive.
I met Ejiro at a club and it seemed like I stumbled into a fairy tale. I felt like Vivian Ward in the popular American movie, Pretty Woman.
I was out with my friends that night. We girls had decided to paint the town red that particular night. One of us, Ade was celebrating her thirtieth birthday and we wanted to pull her out of the funk she had fallen into because of getting to the ever dreaded ‘3-0’.
I caught his eye while dancing and that was the beginning of a whirlwind romance.
At first, it was all lovey-dovey. Yeah, we loved each other; yeah, we were in cloud ‘9000’ until the day I ‘ventured beyond my boundary’ as Ejiro put it.
I met an old friend who happened to be a guy at a party I went with Ejiro. We chatted for some minutes and everything was cool until we got home. Ejiro accused me of excessive flirting and while I was trying to defend myself, the next thing I felt was a resounding slap on my face. I was so stunned, I couldn’t move.
Of course, after a few minutes, he was contrite. He was all apologies and all attentive to my feelings until the next time I crossed the ‘boundary’ again, then the cycle repeated itself.
It got to a head one day when I realized I was pregnant and told him. I was not prepared for his reaction. He hit me for so long that I started bleeding, and I was saved from death only by a neighbour’s intervention.
It goes without saying that I lost the pregnancy. It took that to open my eyes.
Why didn’t I leave sooner? Just like I said earlier, love can make one incapable of rational thoughts and I was in ‘love’; my heart was so focused on him, it couldn’t blink