Mwanamke mmoja wa Nigeria ameshiriki tukio lililomfanya avunje ndoa yake.
Judith Yop Pam-Tok, mtaalamu wa maendeleo ya jamii, alivunja ndoa yake mwaka 2009 - miaka 17 iliyopita.
Katika chapisho la Facebook Jumanne, alisimulia jinsi mumewe alivyoitikia bila kujali alipokuwa na changamoto ya kutokwa na damu nyingi baada ya Kubeba Mimba hali iliyopelekea kuamua kuvunja kabsa ndoa yake.
Alieleza kwamba alikuwa na mtoto wa miezi 8 ambaye alikuwa akimnyonyesha na tayari alikuwa na mimba ya miezi 2. Alisema alipoanza kutokwa na damu nyingi, mumewe alimpuuza na ilikuwa binti yake mkubwa, mwenye umri wa miaka 8, ambaye ilibidi aingie katika nafasi ya utu uzima ili kumsaidia.
Aliandika:
“So this is how the events that finally broke the camel’s back unfolded.
People often say, “it ended suddenly.” But for many of us, it never does. It is a quiet accumulation of moments, each one chipping away at something sacred, until one day, clarity arrives.
"This was mine.
"It started with a new pregnancy, while I still had a baby barely six months old. My body had not even healed, yet life was already asking more of it.
"By about two months into the pregnancy, I began to bleed. Perhaps it was my rhesus negative status, perhaps something else.
"But one thing was certain, I needed medical attention.
"A doctor at the Catholic hospital in Kubwa, (Daughters of Charity) had already scheduled me for an evacuation. Necessary. Urgent. Non-negotiable.
"Yet, the man I was married to, the one who should have been concerned about my wellbeing, refused to take responsibility for the medical bills, not because he didn't have but because he just didn't care.
"I was meant to return to the hospital. I thought I could hold on till Monday.
But that night, at about 9:00pm, while feeding my 8-month-old baby, everything changed.
"A sudden, heavy “boom.” then Blood. I stood up immediately. What I saw on the floor… was beyond anything I had imagined. The blood.
"I was scared. Confused. I walked to the corridor and stood, bleeding… and bleeding… until I found myself standing in a pool of my own blood. It was terrifying.
"And yet, in that moment, instinct took over. I needed help. I asked my first daughter, to get me my phone. Even now, that detail stays with me, the role reversal, a child stepping into a moment no child should witness. But my 8yrs old child was more useful to me than a full grown adult.
"All the while, he sat there. Watching. Silent.
No urgency. No alarm. No movement. Just… watching.
"I called my brother, Dr. Ibrahim Ango, a gynaecologist. His response was immediate, “Judith, you need to get to the hospital now. If not, you could bleed to death.”
"It was only then that the man I married spoke, I don't know if he heard what was being said, He just muted a “If you want me to take you to the hospital, let’s go.” (If I want!!!?)
"I didn’t have the luxury of processing that statement. I went into the bathroom, had a wash, got dressed, and went to my neighbour to ask her niece to please watch my babies while we rushed out.
"But even leaving for the hospital came with another moment I would never forget.
We lived in an official compound with eight flats, each with designated parking. My car was parked behind his.
"So I moved my car, waiting for him to move his, But he refused. He did not want his car used. He did not want it stained with blood. So we used mine.
"And then, he did something I still struggle to fully comprehend. He walked to the passenger seat, and sat down. And I, the patient, bleeding, weak, and in distress, drove myself to the hospital.
"Yes I drove the car with this man sitting on the passenger's seat beside me. Sometimes when I remember that moment, I feel a surge of anger, because I was confronted with something deeply unsettling, the absence of basic humanity where I expected care. It was not just neglect. It was the coldness of it. The detachment. The willingness to remain untouched by someone else’s pain, someone you were meant to take care of."
She went on to narrate how she also got next to no support from her husband when they got to the hospital and how he left the hospital as soon as the doctor began attending to her.
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