Freedom! Is this you?

Am i finally going to be happy?

No more torture, ill-treatment and starvation?

These thoughts crowded my mind, as i lived the first three month of marriage with Gozie happily.

It's been months to my marriage to Gozie and

he seems to be unleashing a new side of him everyday.

True, he was wealthy and didn't give me a chance to complain about not being well feed.

But integrity is an essential features of a good man

and this was something Gozie never possessed of.

My doubts about his loyalty and genuine love towards me began when i decided to raise a conversation about my education one night in our leaving room.

I reminded him of the promise he made to my father back in Nigeria that he was going to see me through

school, and that it's been months now since we got married and he hasn't mentioned or done anything regarding my education.

To my biggest surprise he hushed me and stoop up angrily from the sofa and looked at me with so much irritation and said;

"Forget about your education, i will never see you through school, besides female education is very useless. You're duty is to take care of my stomach and bear me children, don't ever mention the word education in my house "

he said with so much anger.

And went straight into the bedroom.

I was in shock. It was too soon, way to soon for me to see him this way. ( I yelled of fear)

He didn't say that to me right? I couldn't believe my ears.

What happened? Where did that voice and look come from? I asked with my heart almost dropping into my stomach.

It was that moment everything changed.

He started neglecting me, became less tolerant

towards me and always spoke to me in hash tones.

I could deal with his little affection towards me but not with his cheating. A dirty side of him i equally discovered.

It wasn't once neither twice, on the contrary it was

Uncountable.

At some point he stopped being concerned if i ever found out of his dirty affairs with other women or not.

There goes another chapter of pains and misery. emotional torture was just so unbearable for me to take, maybe i wasn't meant to be happy in this life, maybe my happiness is in my next life.

Every night i would lay down on my bed crying but no one to comfort me, who to run to?

who to complain to? I barely knew anyone from

here and even if i did knew a few people, who to

trust with my marriage crises?

It was a strange land and i a barely even step out of my house talk more of socializing.

So one day i decided to quite staying home alone as the children weren't coming either.

One evening after serving my husband Gọzie dinner, and watching his mood to be sure his in the right mood so i don't

risk being beating by him as that too was becoming a habit. I decided to tell him about my decision not to be staying idle at home

anymore and that i wanted to start up a business.

Luckily for me he didn't reject or frown at my

decision, rather asked me what sort of business i

intend to venture into.

I hastily replied with, I would love to start a hair dressing saloon, i want to be beautifying women.

If that's what you want to do then it's fine by me, he said.

For the first time in a long while i was happy with him and gave him a satisfying smile.

The following morning he offered a hundred thousand francs to start the business of my choice and i was very appreciative of it.

I rented a shop and decorated it with necessary equipments according to what was trending at the time.

The hair saloon business became an escape from depression for me, at least leaving home everyday and coming back at night helped me not to think not having access to education and of my husband and which new woman and hotel his properly with.