In 2017, a few months after my industrial training, I needed to raise money to sponsor myself through a Higher National Diploma programme. I had a few choices, one was to work as a casual staff where I completed my industrial training and the other was to stay with a friend of mine and work in his newly established kerosene station, I chose the latter. I later realized he was married with two kids and his marriage was at the verge of breaking. I noticed within the first week of my stay that they rarely spoke to each other, their marriage was like a Master-slave relationship where one makes the rules and the other follows. It was obvious the woman wasn't happy in the marriage, however, I knew I needed to understand the situation before intervening. I never did get the full information because the husband (who is my friend) hindered me from associating with his wife, even though I worked for them and lived in their house. He even forbids me to have her number.
One fateful day, I was in the bathroom taking my birth when I heard plates scattering in the kitchen and his wife crying and raining insults. I quickly dried my body and came out from the bathroom and saw the woman crying and a sign where her husband had bitten her. He left home immediately to work, leaving me behind with his wife and some women who had come to work for him. His wife started to narrate all she has been passing through and how fed up she was and her resolution to file for a divorce. She left the house the following day with her daughters to her parents' home with the plan never to come back.
I enquired from the man what had happened and he told me a different story from what she had told me. I knew I was young to understand about marriage but their kind of marriage wasn't the type I had envisioned and worse coming to the stage of filing a divorce. I visited the woman privately on several occasions and talked to her not to make such a decision of filing for a divorce for the sake of her children and how best to work out her home. I also talked to the man even though he refused to admit his mistake. I had to beg his wife to give him a chance with the hope that he may change. Her parents had already concluded that she was not going back to his house,but after speaking with her, she agreed to give him another chance. She came back to his house a few later. I was glad to have saved his home.
