Baby would never hurt me, He loves me. Sometimes he does things out of the ordinary, sometimes he lashes out, he yells, he says some mean stuff, and sometimes he beats me. But he never does it from a place of malice. He does that because he loves me. He loves me so much that he does not want me to go astray. He is like the biblical good shepherd who strikes with his rod and comforts with his staff. Yes, it hurts when he does that, but I understand. I can be silly like a child, and sometimes, I do not know better. He does what he needs to do to keep me on the straight and narrow. Because he loves me and wants what is best for me. I feel truly lucky that he deems me fit for his love, attention, correction, and care.
Yesterday, I fell asleep while watching a show on the TV, and I forgot to thaw the chicken in time to make Baby’s dinner. He loves to eat freshly cooked meals all the time and I love to cook for him, I do and I’m not complaining but sometimes, I get tired and I want to rest a little and today, when I came back home late from delivering his freshly cooked lunch to his office because I couldn’t get an uber, I should have started dinner immediately but instead, I chose to engage in nefarious activities such as watching TV. Of course, I would fall asleep doing that. My mind was idle, your mind should never be idle.
Needless to say, Baby is irate when he comes home, and his dinner is not ready. Understandably, so, he works so hard to provide for us. The least I can do is be useful to him. He calls for me from the dining at least three times, wondering why the food is not ready before storming to the kitchen. Seeing me still standing by the gas and stirring the stew must have really infuriated him further and caused him to aim a glass at my head. I weave a little, but it still cuts my eyebrow. I feel the blood drip down the side of my face, and before I can react, he is already beside me. He pulls me by my hair and slaps me across my face so hard that my vision goes black, and for the next 5-10 seconds, little stars dance across my eyes. I feel a sting on my lip by the next slap and taste metal.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. It hurts, but I understand, I deserve it. Baby should always come home to a freshly cooked meal. Baby should never have to ask for his food. At least he is kind enough to correct me when I have erred. Any other man would go outside to eat. But he comes home to me each night, despite my shortcomings.
He must have seen the cut on my forehead, because, he stops, cups my cheek, and wipes the blood with his thumb. He kisses my forehead and hugs me. I need you to understand that baby would never hurt me on purpose. I know it sounds bad, but I promise it’s not all bad. He got me a gift on his way back from work the next day to apologize. And of course, I had his food ready when he came home.
We do what we can for each other. I understand that he seems a little harsh in his ways, but he does everything from a place of love. He would never hurt me. He does not enjoy hitting me. It hurts him, too, but he does what he can to ensure that our union remains successful.
*****
Her name is Kalaria. I learned this a month ago when I came to drop off Baby’s lunch. She is the new accountant and happens to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Long and slender as gazelle with chocolate brown skin, glazed as a doughnut and two-toned lips, over-lined with a brown lip-liner and coated a gloss. I can’t tell if I want her or want to be her.
You see, here is the thing I don’t get to see her often. Because I don’t know where her office is, and even if I did, what would I tell baby is my reason for being there? He does not like me talking to strangers, and as mesmerized as I am, I don’t want to upset him.
So, I sit opposite Baby in the lunch room and watch him eat. He talks about his day, and I usually listen, but ever since the very first day I saw her, I’ve had difficulty paying attention to him. The thought of her somewhere in the vicinity disrupts my brain chemistry. I wonder where she is, what she’s doing, what she’s like, if she’s wondered about me as I have about her, and if the thoughts of me have haunted her as they have me.
Sometimes, she comes to the lunch room while I’m there with Baby. She often comes in with another co-worker, Clara. I know their names because Baby told me that he suspected that something was going on between them, but he can’t be so sure as the office has a no-fraternization policy. I’m curious about that bit of information, and the idea of her with Clara makes me want to throw up. I’m not exactly sure why the idea elicits such a visceral reaction.
Today is my lucky day though, just as Baby is about to finish his food, she walks in with Clara predictably in tow. I must have heaved an audible sigh of relief as Baby looks up from his plate of plantain porridge and follows my gaze, and I might have imagined it but…. His face lights up at the sight of her, or maybe it’s Clara that brightens up his day, I don’t know. Somehow, the idea of him with Clara doesn’t leave me feeling murderous.
But then, he does the unimaginable and calls them over and introduces me to both of them. For once, I wished she could notice that I was tongue-tied, but she would never have guessed because Baby monopolized the conversation. That has never bothered me before, as I never have anything to say to anyone around Baby, but today, my blood boils, and I want him to shut up for once.
I shouldn’t think these thoughts. He is Baby, the only love of my life and the only one who should hear me speak. The only one I should want to listen to. I hate that she elicits confusing thoughts and emotions. I should be happy he is extending our afternoons together by doing this. I should be grateful that he finally deems me worthy to be introduced to his colleagues. That means I’m finally doing everything right.
“So, Urenna, what do you do for a living?” I hear a voice ask and am pulled from my thoughts.
I look up and meet her piercing gaze. I feel like she can see me and read my thoughts. I can’t explain it, but I feel like she really sees me and knows that I want desperately to speak to her.
“Oh! Urenna? She’s in-between jobs,” comes an unsolicited response before I can respond, and I’m, again, irritated by Baby. I don’t understand why and don’t even know what my response would have been, as I’ve never had to answer any of these questions myself. Baby always answers because Baby always knows better. So, why am I upset?
“Oh? What were you doing before now?” she asks, still staring directly at me.
I want to say it feels good to be seen, but am I actually seen, or is it the extension of Baby that is seen?
“She used to work as an accountant,” Baby replies again. And I could have imagined it, but she gives Baby a look of disgust.
I sigh.
“Interesting!” She exclaims. “Where are you currently looking at?” she asks.
“She’s not looking for anything right now,” my spokesperson says.
“Is she mute or something?” Clara asks, and it occurs to me that it’s the first time I’ve heard her speak.
“Yes, why do you keep answering on her behalf?” Kalaria asks.
Baby seems taken aback by that question. When he recovers from his surprise, he mumbles something about needing to get back to work.
I take that as my cue and start packing the bag to leave, but Kalaria and Clara asked why I had to leave and couldn’t just stay back to talk to them.
I cast a worried glance at Baby. I want to stay, but I can tell that he’s upset. I don’t want to poke the bear. So, I do what I think is right and say I need to go home anyway.
*****
Tonight, I don’t understand why Baby beat me. He says I embarrassed him in front of his colleagues, and I don’t understand what I did wrong. I thought I did everything right. Could he hear my thoughts and tell that I wanted to talk to Kalaria and even found Clara interesting? Could he tell that I didn’t want to go home and start dinner but rather stay back and talk to them? Can he tell that I don’t feel appreciate his actions and despise him a little? Can he tell that for once, I don’t think this is normal and am afraid for my life?
Baby hurt me. Baby really hurt me and I need to leave before Baby kills me