Recently, there has
been a spate of ugly family violence incidents reported in the Kenyan media.
Contrary to the common opinion, domestic violence is not a preserve of the poor
and lowly; even the high and mighty often get entangled in its intricate web of
coercion, deceit, shame and murder.
But just what turns a
doting mother into a killer of her own children? What could really make a man
take up a machete and furiously hack his senile mother to death? Sociologists
seem to have run out of answers as their theories can no longer satiate the
hunger in our questions. And even the counselors, too conservative for comfort,
can no longer help. They are just as helpless and baffled at this emerging trait
of animism like the rest of us.
Statistically, the
World Health Organization argues that 38% of all the women murdered in the
world are killed by their intimate partners. This is incomprehensible. But then
again, you and I know that this is so true. The evidence is out there for all
and sundry to see. Inasmuch as I would wish to ignore this painful reality, my
conscience betrays me and I just have to ask this one question: does love truly
exist?
There is a pervert in
all of us and nobody can convince me otherwise. What makes all the difference
is that some people are bold enough to let theirs’ show in public. Behind
closed doors of countless palatial city homes resides horrendous tales of men
and women drenched in secret tears of domestic violence. The façade is only
exposed when the police are called in to collect a body as shocked neighbours
converse in hushed tones in small gatherings at how everything had seemed so
perfect.
The greatest impediment
to arresting this worrying trend is a penchant for perfection. And this cuts
across all the divides of the economic class but is especially common with the
middle and upper classes. Many people would rather die than let the world know that
their admirable spouse hits them and touches the children inappropriately. Almost
every couple wants their union to be the envy of the world. It is this silly
love for laudatory epithets that eventually gets us maimed or killed in cold
blood. Fear and shame have never been known to resurrect anyone. They are
totally useless emotions in this context.
The dynamics of
domestic violence are so complicated. What can begin as a simple unkind word
can metamorphose into unprecedented violence that will make headlines for all
the wrong reasons. And this is why it is extremely important to nip the
situation in the bud as soon as it rears its ugly head. Seek help immediately
you experience what qualifies as domestic abuse. It could be physical, verbal,
sexual, emotional or economic in nature. Taking matters for granted has put many
in early graves. Entertaining a slap as a slip of the hand is all you need to
court death—next time, it might be a machete splitting your head open!
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