We met, I got pregnant, he came and paid my bride price and I went home with him. I was just 19.

We went to his parent's house. The level of education in their family was not to be compared to mine. They didn't maltreat me but it was rough. I did all the chores in the family house from cleaning the duplex to cooking and serving everyone including his siblings who were grown-up boys but just wouldn't help. It was so tough that I lost the child. Yet they said I was too lazy.

The first evacuation was done by his sister, a doctor, and I had cramps for two days. They kept telling me that I couldn't bear the pain. After I screamed, they took me to the hospital and the scan revealed that it wasn't done well. Immediately after that, my husband changed.

He would go out and if I asked where he went, he would beat me up. He was a really lovely person but I think he was beating me because I was far younger. I remember that once his younger brother stood up for me and he accused me of trying to come between them.

I can't even speak of the things I saw. I started having high blood pressure at that age. I was torn because sometimes he would act as if he loved me, and boast to his friends about how I was way better than his ex; at other times, he would beat me, so I wasn't free around him. He would tell me to kneel and flog me with his belt. He would even count the number of strokes and I'd have to raise my hands and close my eyes.