According to what Vanguard newspaper reported, for 36 year-old Mrs Mercy
Nnamdi, the woman whose one-year-old son was allegedly killed by her
husband recently in Ago, Okota area of Lagos, over her husband’s
allegation that she was sleeping with his father, life could never have
been more cruel.
This is because never in her wildest imagination had she envisaged that a man she had known almost all her life could mete such inhuman treatment on her.
As you read this piece, Mercy is going through excruciating pains in a private hospital in Okota where doctors are battling to save her life.
In fact, the once bubbling woman looks a shadow of herself, as medical report showed that she sustained a third degree burns from the hot iron her husband of two years used on her on Saturday, April 7 2012, which was exclusively reported by Vanguard.
Presently, the badly burnt woman maintains a particular position, by sleeping on her back. She wears an adult pampers when she eases herself, with a tissue paper by her side, with which she cleans the fluid coming out from the burns.
Help, as gathered, was far from the Imo state-born woman, as none of her neighbours attempted to go and find out what was happening when she was desperately shouting for help.
It was learnt that their neighbours failed to respond to her cries for help because it has become a daily
occurrence.
This is because never in her wildest imagination had she envisaged that a man she had known almost all her life could mete such inhuman treatment on her.
As you read this piece, Mercy is going through excruciating pains in a private hospital in Okota where doctors are battling to save her life.
In fact, the once bubbling woman looks a shadow of herself, as medical report showed that she sustained a third degree burns from the hot iron her husband of two years used on her on Saturday, April 7 2012, which was exclusively reported by Vanguard.
Presently, the badly burnt woman maintains a particular position, by sleeping on her back. She wears an adult pampers when she eases herself, with a tissue paper by her side, with which she cleans the fluid coming out from the burns.
Help, as gathered, was far from the Imo state-born woman, as none of her neighbours attempted to go and find out what was happening when she was desperately shouting for help.
It was learnt that their neighbours failed to respond to her cries for help because it has become a daily
occurrence.
Crime Guard gathered also that on several occasions, some of the
neighbours invited policemen from Ago division who cautioned her husband
after which he was made to sign an undertaking never to raise his hands
on his wife.
Family sources hinted that signs of danger in the marriage reared its ugly face early after the two love birds fell in love 16 years ago, when Mary was barely 22 years old.
But she was apparently blinded by love, hoping that her heartthrob would outgrow his anger someday, which was never to be.
Narrating what led to her being a patient in the hospital, Mary stated, “It all happened on a Saturday. I had prepared boiled yam, awaiting the arrival of my husband. After a long wait, I decided to eat mine and left his on the table. He came back few minutes to 11pm and went straight to bed.
Then at about 1 a.m., power was restored and he went to put off the power generating set and switched over to electricity.
After that, he started ironing his customers’ clothes because he is a dry cleaner. I was later woken up by the cry of our one-year-old baby who apparently needed breast milk.
All the while, we were outside before power was restored. Before retiring inside, I took my bath and fetched water for him to have his.
I was fast asleep when I was woken up by a sharp pain on my back. I thought it was a night mare.
But when I opened my eyes, lo and behold, my husband was planting the hot iron he was using on the clothes on me.
Family sources hinted that signs of danger in the marriage reared its ugly face early after the two love birds fell in love 16 years ago, when Mary was barely 22 years old.
But she was apparently blinded by love, hoping that her heartthrob would outgrow his anger someday, which was never to be.
Narrating what led to her being a patient in the hospital, Mary stated, “It all happened on a Saturday. I had prepared boiled yam, awaiting the arrival of my husband. After a long wait, I decided to eat mine and left his on the table. He came back few minutes to 11pm and went straight to bed.
Then at about 1 a.m., power was restored and he went to put off the power generating set and switched over to electricity.
After that, he started ironing his customers’ clothes because he is a dry cleaner. I was later woken up by the cry of our one-year-old baby who apparently needed breast milk.
All the while, we were outside before power was restored. Before retiring inside, I took my bath and fetched water for him to have his.
I was fast asleep when I was woken up by a sharp pain on my back. I thought it was a night mare.
But when I opened my eyes, lo and behold, my husband was planting the hot iron he was using on the clothes on me.
Immediately I turned, he planted it on my chest. When I raised my hand to prevent it, he planted it on one of my hands .
By then I did not know what to do. I started screaming and calling on my neighbours for help. I raised my leg to prevent him, again, he landed the hot iron on me.
As he planted the hot iron hard on my flesh, he would use a screw driver to peel off the flesh. At a point, I became too weak to shout. I begged him to stop but he would not. Rather, he would ask me to tell him how many times his father slept with me.
Even in pains, I begged him to listen to himself and imagine what he was saying.
My response seemed to anger him the more because he would plant it harder, leaving it on my skin and at the same time, asked me to tell him the truth.”
At this point, Crime Guard asked if she was guilty of the claim. She grimaced and replied, “How can that be? The father already has a wife.”
Pausing for a while and staring at the ceiling, a position she has been maintaining for several hours, she continued, “ at that point, my baby woke up and started crying.
I begged him to allow me breast feed the baby. But before I could finish the statement, he placed the hot iron on my breasts, threatening to kill me if I shout.
As he lifted the iron, I saw that the flesh from my breast had stuck to the iron surface. Again he pressed it harder on my stomach, leaving it there.
By then I did not know what to do. I started screaming and calling on my neighbours for help. I raised my leg to prevent him, again, he landed the hot iron on me.
As he planted the hot iron hard on my flesh, he would use a screw driver to peel off the flesh. At a point, I became too weak to shout. I begged him to stop but he would not. Rather, he would ask me to tell him how many times his father slept with me.
Even in pains, I begged him to listen to himself and imagine what he was saying.
My response seemed to anger him the more because he would plant it harder, leaving it on my skin and at the same time, asked me to tell him the truth.”
At this point, Crime Guard asked if she was guilty of the claim. She grimaced and replied, “How can that be? The father already has a wife.”
Pausing for a while and staring at the ceiling, a position she has been maintaining for several hours, she continued, “ at that point, my baby woke up and started crying.
I begged him to allow me breast feed the baby. But before I could finish the statement, he placed the hot iron on my breasts, threatening to kill me if I shout.
As he lifted the iron, I saw that the flesh from my breast had stuck to the iron surface. Again he pressed it harder on my stomach, leaving it there.
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