The zebra lines that hides behind my garb goes beyond what mouth can tell. My daily tear is the pool in which i swim. 
It seems to me that my very being has become used to any form of abuse. The pretense and show of love before public glare by my husband cum abuser is beyond human comprehension.
The sort of love my husband showers on strangers and members of his fold is what I crave daily, yet constantly denied. My husband is one I can describe as a ravenous meek pastor- beastly at home, meek outside. He looks as harmless as dove, but within, he is a ravenous beast.
Beyond the advertisement smile and ‘anko’ we wear together on special occasions, there lies a bleeding skin and an anguished soul. The concealer has perfectly concealed the scars on my face, but its ineffective in concealing the scar in my heart.
The holy scriptures teach that husbands are to love their wives as Christ loved the church, but the man I married hates me with the deep hatred the devil has for the church. Christ gave himself for me, but my husband goes about like a roaring lion seeking me to devour.
To my people out there, please do not be carried away by our public display of affection, behind it lies pretence, pain, and problems. I only seek a convenient time to spill the beans, and his wicked antics be made known to the public.
This may not be common to all, but even in the church, things like this happen. Mine is a perfect example.
N.B: This is pure fiction, it only tries to show what happens. It is not the writers experience.
please do drop your comments and opinions. Thanks.
Neither, I hope, is it the experience of any Being who might read it and cry.
I hope you did not give us a real life experience of someone you know and/or one who knows you.
The work is not bad though. It was well crafted to keep the reader reading till the end.
its not the experience of anyone i know. Thanks for dropping your comment.
.. domestic violence is indeed a menace to many marriages. If the game of LOVE is well played with Jesus at the center, such relationships are unstoppable. If otherwise, the result is gruesome detestation. That’s the sensitivity of that four-lettered word.
He/She who claims to be a victim of violence of any sort especially in religious circles need understand the real enemy in the fight. The enemy who wants them to be broken-hearted and lose faith in God. The enemy who never wants them to see the good that God has planted in the “violator” so called.
Such persons (depending on the gravity of the situation) might need to get counsel from trusted people and ACT wisely to save the relationship. When all hope seems lost and we’ve run out of options, there’s a tool that is always there in the box, grab it. It’s the tool of INTERCESSION. The Alex Kendrick movie titled WAR ROOM is typical of how PRAYER changes things and kicks the devil (the real enemy) out so that the peace of God can prevail.
Thanks a bunch. This is an awesome addition. God bless.