When Love Turns Violent. But Wait, Is It Really Love?

I was parking in front of the house gates when out of the corner of my eye I saw a man run up to a woman and grab something off her. I thought to myself “Am I witnessing a robbery at 9pm?” “Give me my phone” she started yelling. I got out of my car and started screaming, “Stop it! What are you doing? Shame!” He was holding her by the shoulders and shaking her like a rag doll…she crumbled to the floor and started sobbing. Big, huge, racking sobs…no one was doing anything. The security staff of the house next door were still standing guard over the house they’re meant to protect. I called my Mum on my mobile and said “Mum, I’m across the road, there is a fight going on, send Kwakye” and hung up.

She was still sobbing and sitting in a crumbled heap on the side of the road and he was now trying to lift her up by the shoulders. “Why are you hitting her”? “I am not hitting her” he retorted. “I saw you hit her. You don’t hit women” I responded. I tried to pull her up “Stand up, where you are is dangerous. A car could come and hit you”. “Let it hit me” she said. I started rubbing her shoulder “Its okay, stand up”. “Who are you to her” I asked him. “I am her fiancé”. “Give me my purse and mobile,” she screamed, “I bought it with my own money”, “Ehhhh, today you bought it with your own money”.

There were words flying back and forth. “What were you doing here with G… and his friends”, he said. “The two of you should leave me alone” she responded. “Ehhhh, so you admit that there are two of us,” he said. “Okay I am coming” he said, and walked away.

“Where do you live” I asked her. He was standing some distance from us at this time and was on the phone. “Community 9” she responded. “Let me take you home”, “I need my mobile and purse. He can keep my mobile but I need my purse”. He is at this moment standing in the dark and I really do not fancy walking into the darkness to confront Mister on his phone. At least where we are standing is relatively well lit. “Okay lets wait here for a bit. If he doesn’t come back soon I will go and get your phone and purse for you”. Eventually he walks back to us. “Sir, please give her purse and mobile to her so she can go home”. “I will take her home myself”. “I won’t go anywhere with you” she screams.

I proceed to try and reason with him and before I know it she has hailed a taxi, jumped in and “Drive, drive, drive” she says to the taxi driver. Phew its over I think but oh no, now he wants to tell me his side of the story. So I listen…

P.S: This is not fiction.