“Did you really leave him for threatening to beat you?” I was once asked. I was in a relationship with a man for almost seven years, and throughout our relationship, he would threaten to beat me up whenever we had heated arguments. “I will f@# you up one day for addressing me like a child,” he would say.
Then one day, when he couldn’t reach me on my phone after trying for several times, he then decided to camp outside the building where I used to live. I was working as a cashier at a clothing store and we had stock-taking that day. I was always unreachable while at work and he knew this very well.
As to what had happened to piss him off that day, left me puzzled. I got off from my then manager’s car who was dropping all his female colleagues off due to obvious safety reasons. It was just after 9pm, if my memory serves me well. I did not even notice my then boyfriend, leaning by the entrance gate outside my flat. I just recall a huge bang on the windscreen and I immediately thought we were being hijacked.
I stayed in Sunnyside, Pretoria. So you can understand why a car hijacking came to mind. He then approached the driver and started punching him. I was so terrified, all I could do was just stand there.
Before I could even want to scream for help, he pulled me by my braids. I remember him calling me all sorts of names.
Meanwhile, passers-by and bystanders were living up to the two terminologies. Passing by and standing on the other side of the road, as I feared for the worst. The look in his eyes terrified me. He went from being a man I loved, ever so deeply, to a monster who was about to f@# me up, just as he had threatened before.
My manager pleaded with him to calm down and tried to explain the situation. I think at that point he knew who this person was, given how he was addressing me. He let me go and went for the windscreen. My manager lost his cool, the entrance way was transformed into a boxing ring at once.
I ran for my life. “I won the fight with your boyfriend,” a text came in from him. I responded: “We are done. I never want to see you again.”
I was embarrassed and ashamed by what had happened, more so because I had to go to work the following day to face my manager. To cut a long story short, I left him. He threatened to commit suicide, promised to marry me, pleaded with my sister to talk to me on his behalf, threatened to f@# me up again, bought flowers. The list is endless.
I left and never looked back. I could have died and an innocent man could have lost his life as well that day. Yet, I had friends and some family members who kept asking why I left a guy who was promising marriage and who “did not even beat you up badly,” they would say. I left and I have been happier since.
As the commemoration of 16 Days of Activism for No Violence Against Women and Children campaign is almost coming to an end, I urge you to leave. Leave a man who threatens to raise their hand on you, your children or any other person close to you.
Disown family member and friends who question your decision to leave. This is how we should move from awareness to accountability, as the theme for the 16 Days Activism suggests. Nosicelo Mtebeni was brutally murdered, her body cut into pieces and dumped like it meant nothing. It could have been me, but I left and live to see another day.
• Maseko is a communicator at the department of water and sanitation. She writes in her personal capacity.
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