Rampant Husband beater shown what it means to be a husband

Rampant Husband beater shown what it means to be a husband

            By Chrispory Juma

Downtown Homa Bay was treated to free market-day drama when a woman who enjoys beating her husband was properly disciplined by a male on-looker whom she provoked. The woman, a short and plump lady who sells soft-drinks at a joint in town is said to be so powerful over her husband that whenever he refuses to heed to her numerous orders, he is turned into her punching bag.

On that fateful evening of Wednesday last week, the woman had spotted her husband in town with an unknown woman, an act which has often landed him in thorough beating by her. She called her husband to go over to their kiosk for an errand.

When the man went to her, she pounced on him with blows and punches in full glare of the public. For those who know them, this was a common daily ritual for the husband. The couple, which had lived together for two years treated the drama loving town to a real spectacle. What was interesting was that the woman was the one who was yelling at the top of her voice as though she was the one who was on the receiving end.

One passerby gathered enough courage to ask her why she was embarrassing her husband in public like that to which she retorted, “We kelona. Koso in bende idwa ni amiyi magi? Kik imilri koda.(Don’t joke with me. Or you also want me beat you?)” The man wondered why the woman had thought that all me were like her husband: weak and vulnerable. He couldn’t withstand the humiliation coupled with the continued prodding of the husband by this woman.

Within a twinkle of an eye, he had picked a cane, went to the woman and grabbed her from the husband with the crowd cheering him. He caned her thoroughly while she fruitlessly tried to wrestle him. Finally, she lay on the ground, writhing in pain, crying like a baby and her top tattered. The husband, seeing a window of opportunity, added her more canings coupled with real kicks. She turned into a ridicule with many men telling her off to her face that men deserve respect. She was forced to repent to her husband that she would never ‘husband’ him again.

Revelations arose how she loved to hang out at a popular Ohangla joint in the town, locking her husband inside the house. Most men were overheard whispering how husband-battering was rampant in the town yet it was only domestic violence against women was the one which was being highlighted. One of them mellowed, “Where is our FIDA?”

Father mistakenly ‘disciplined’ instead of son

 Father mistakenly ‘disciplined’ instead of son

          By Chrispory Juma

A father in Shauri Yako Estate in Homa-Bay town felt the wrath of a local provincial administrator who mistook him for a son who was meant to be disciplined.

He had allegedly gone to the administrator two weeks before the incident to report about his wayward son. As a concerned parent eager to discipline his child at whatever cost, he sought the assistance of the administrator over a son who had proven quite a hard nut to crack for him.

His son, a student at a local high school, had not only become disrespectful of him but also involved himself in drinking sprees and wanton clubbing in various clubs within the town. He squandered school fees with disregard of his parents’ plight in their struggles to raise him up.

He was a true semblance of his father from head to toes. They had the same height, complexion and tone. To his father, he had become a danger worth of even taking his parents’ life. Therefore, seeking a third-party’s help was vital.

True to his duty of always keeping wayward youths in check through cruel lashings in his office, the administrator promised the father that the son would be effectively dealt with. But one obstacle remained: Getting the son to the administrator’s office would be so difficult. So the they agreed that the administrator comes for the ‘disciplinary operation’ at the fathers home.

A week before the operation  , he did a survey at the home to know the exact house of the son in the homestead because the son used to disappear the whole day only to reappear in the thick of the night. An agreement was reached that the administrator would strike at 11 p.m.

The fateful night arrived when as bad luck would dictate that night, the father was outside answering to a short call of nature when the administrator arrived with his squad of trusted ‘youths’ who essence are older than him.            

Within seconds, they mistakenly pounced on the father with kicks and blows. One of them was heard saying,    “In ema isebedo kithago wuonu kae? Iwe ni ipong’, donge? (You are the one who has been disturbing your father here? You think you are old enough.”

Helpless, the father was overheard yelling, “Yaye chief ok en an. En e ode kacha. An nawuok mana layo (Chief, it isn’t me. He is there in his house. I just came out to pee).” 

The son quickly noticed the commotion, ran out of the house to hide behind an edge just to witness the sweet drama unfold. By the time the administrator realized an error in his target, the father was writhing in pain, lamenting why he had to be a look-alike of a son who had taken the opposite of his character. The son has never been seen, three weeks since the incident occurred.