A woman’s world

Kande had always known when something bad was about to happen. In Nigeria, they called this witchcraft or some supernatural power, in America, it was just plain intuition, in other places it might have other names. Whatever anyone wanted to call it, it was her thing, her special gift, it kept her safe and warned her of danger.

She was in the market when it happened when she knew it happened. Her heart was torn into pieces while she was pricing tomatoes. It was like someone had used a chainsaw on her but still kept her body intact.

When she got home she didn’t waste any time, she went straight to the bedroom. It was a little more than she had expected. Her intuition or special gift couldn’t have prepared her to see not one but two women in her matrimonial bedroom with her husband.

No gift could have warned her that those images would be imprinted in her mind forever. Nothing could have told her that these women would be half her age and that one of them would be a distant cousin.

As soon as Kande walked away she knew that she would be the loser in this game. She was a woman in a world that did not even value her. There was nowhere she could go, everyone would judge her.

It didn’t matter that she had a job and they had four children. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t moved up a size since they got married. It did not even matter that she still made every single meal for the family. She would be at fault. She would always be at fault

Kande couldn’t go to her parent’s home, her parents did not accept rejects. She had known for a while that her husband’s family was not her real family. She had no choice but to take her children and go to a hotel.

That night she got calls and messages from over fifty relatives, messages in her voicemail filled with insults; “You’ve always thought you were better than him, trying to be the man in the relationship,” pleas “Kande, are you really going to let one mistake end your marriage,” and threats “If you don’t come back and talk to us with the children we will send the police oh!”

The next morning Kande met a lawyer, she was going to file for a divorce and go through it no matter what it took. She got back to an empty hotel room, and a note that said her husband had taken their children away. Kande was still resilient, she sent the papers to him.

Two months she waited, she counted every single day, for two months she had no family, no children, no husband and no divorce. She saw him from time to time on social media, getting drunk, going home with women, going on numerous dates. All this while she was waiting for her papers.

In those two months, her parent’s had told her she was no longer their daughter and advised relatives to forget her existence, her kids had been told not to speak to her, and her husband, well he just basically tried to wear her out.

Kande was tired, she just wanted to to be free. She couldn’t spend one more day in this town, everyone knew her story. People used to spit at her legs when she went to the market sometimes. The hotel people had begun to pity her for staying so long.

Her married friends would not bee seen with her cause they didn’t want to offend their husbands. Her single friends didn’t want to spoil their reputation by hanging around discarded goods.

Two months she waited. Two months, only to get unsigned papers, “I still love you, these two months I’ve been acting out cause I miss you.” Two months she waited only to hear the same old bull. Rasheed needed a slave, a mule and he wanted to use her.

Kande sent back the papers, this time she said he could keep the kids, and the money, and everything else she had earned that they shared, the cars, the bank accounts, all of it. Later that week thugs broke into her house and beat her up.

Two more months she waited. If she thought he was reckless before, he proved to her that he could be worse. Arrests, multiple women, being to drunk to move, assaulting policemen, just to name a few. She was pitied even more.

Four months of waiting. This time he sent her the papers, signed. He also sent the children along saying that they were ungrateful rats and he didn’t want them in his life. He went an extra mile and sent her all her government ID, of course, he had shredded everything.

Kande was free, but with no family and no husband, she could never get government ID again. Her gift had told her she would be the loser, but it never told her how bad the losing would be
WOW, I cannot believe I am on day 4. Writing is a challenge if there ever was one. What did you think about this story? If you liked it don’t forget to share, like and follow/subscribe. All feedback is welcome, just comment or message me. Ciao.

P.S. Tomorrow I promise this will come earlier, I’ve just been having long days at school + I went for an art show today.

WOW, I cannot believe I am on day 4. Writing is a challenge if there ever was one. What did you think about this story? If you liked it don’t forget to share, like and follow/subscribe. All feedback is welcome, just comment or message me. Ciao.

P.S. Tomorrow I promise this will come earlier, I’ve just been having long days at school + I went for an art show today.

 

 

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