A SHORT REMINDER TO OUR MEN.

Cassandra walked in and find out that her fiancé has already returned home from work. She took a glance at the wall clock hanging just opposite to where she was standing, to her surprised, it was 8pm already. With what she saw, she knew her man must be upset with her.

Without undressing, she throw her handbag on the chair near her, dashed across the dinning room to the kitchen to get something ready for her man.

While busy with how to unfreeze the soup which has been in the refrigerator since morning, her fiancé walked in, with a packed face like a lion who's about to pounds on it prey.

With fury and raged, asked, 'Cassy is this now the hour you have choose to be returning from work nowadays? I have been noticing your sudden change of working hours since last week ...', He growled. 'Have you been seeing another man? What are you up to?'

Without hesitation, leaped on Cassandra.

Before Cassandra could say anything to explained the reasons behind her sudden change in working hours, she had a loud blow on her face. She fell down, hit her head on the kitchen washing sink and blood fizzle from her head.

Her fiancé stood there swallowed by conscience of his irresponsible act, beg her for her forgiveness. But it was too late.

#SayNoToDomesticViolence.

Women are to be treasured not pressured.

They deserve to be heard.

✍️ Patrick Ekong

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