Paper and Ink: Femme Aimee 2
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda:
He said he was going to spend the holidays with his family. I blew a gasket. Wasn't I his family? What was I, some convenient bimbo? See, there were two kinds of fights we had; those that were his fault and those he wouldn't admit were his fault. This was one of the latter. What does a man expect his hot blooded woman to do if he left her to her own devices over the holidays? Was she supposed to stay indoors and lock the house and wait for him to get home?
Every time I complained about something, he patronized me. Maybe he thought if I felt stupid enough I would shut up.
'You don't care about me. You're always too busy for me during the week and now when it's a holiday you jump at the chance to spend it elsewhere. Lately I feel like a hanging wall.'
'No. I won't relax. You say that I always complain and shout at you but it's because you don't respect me. You don't have time for me. Am like a set of your furniture.'
'What, do I sit on you?'
'Aaarrggghh. You are so exasperating.'
'Stay put, I will be back.'
Obedience wasn't one of my fortes so each time he said stay, I translated that as go but don't say anything. So I quietly plotted my revenge. I called up my friends and decided to go out and party. It would be so easy to go dance the night away. We arranged to go to Casablanca and I was excited. It had been ages since we went out. I dolled myself up in a little blue dress, slinky heels and completed the look with smoky grey mascara and red lipstick.
I knew I looked hot and I was determined to forget him that night. We arrived at the venue and within 30 minutes guys were swarming to our corner to dance and buy us drinks. I was pressed close against an attractive stranger when I noticed him. He hadn't seen me yet. How dare he! He said he was going to be with his family. Instead here he was at the bar!
I moved closer and ground my hips against the stranger's. I wanted to draw attention and saw him give an appreciative smile before he realized it was me. Then his face creased in a frown. He strode over and grabbed me by the hand. I threw my head back and dared him to confront me. He was the one caught in a lie!
'What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay put?'
'You don't own me! Jerk face.'
'I'm taking you home now.'
'I don't want to go anywhere with you. You can pick up whatever girl you came to see here. Consider my interest in you revoked.'
'I hate it when you say such things.'
'I hate you.'
And in that moment I did. He was such an arrogant man and I had been under his thumb for way too long. I wanted to rebel and taste the air from outside his clutches. Why had I believed until now that he was the one for me? He hurt me like an orchestra plucking the same strings over and over and now they were taut and threatening to break. Gosh I needed some space. I slipped out of his grasp and turned smoothly, walking out. I ignored his frantic calls on my cellphone and switched it off. I needed to be on my own.