We can't stop. We wouldn't stop. We need to beam that light on Domestic Violence until it has no place to hide any more!
We need to stop making victims feel like culprits; like somehow it was their fault.
We need to stop sending them to 'pray'; a dead person cannot pray.
My pencil has been playing hide and seek with my journal so I thought, 'Hmm, let me 'distract' myself and do something else, perhaps, inspiration will come. So I went to iRoko TV to see what was on offer.
I love Nollywood by the way, warts and all.
On my sister's recommendation, I chose Knocking on Heavens Door by Emem Isong and Royal Arts Academy. I thoroughly enjoyed it and it resonated with me in so many ways. I know first hand about domestic violence. I know how hard, nay almost impossible it is to break free...that belief that there's a mistake somewhere, that this person cannot possibly a monster; that somewhere, somehow, the switch will flip back and s/he will return to what they were when you first met them and all will be well again.