“I chopped off my left hand pointer so my husband will have pity on me. I am sick and tired of his mistreatment,” she said when I interviewed her.
She had been beaten and torched with hot embers for some time. Her body was full of sores and scars from her husband’s abuse.
Her husband did not care – even when she fell unconscious. At times she was locked out of house and sought refuge elsewhere.
At seven o’clock last Thursday night as I was dining, I spotted a light glowing on the path to my house. I greeted her and invited her to sit in my hauswin (rest house).
Her left hand was covered with a green tee-shirt.
“Let me examine the wound,” I said.
“Wait, I will have to cover my face. I faint when I see my own blood,” she said. She covered her face and exposed where the left hand pointer had been.
“I am his second wife; we got married in Kimbe while he was with a road construction company. We left Kimbe and settled in Madang, his home province, not knowing he had a first wife.
“We lived happily for the first couple of years until I gave birth to our daughter. He is kind to his first wife but mistreats me,” she said, tears trickling down her face.
“I could have divorced him a long time ago, taken my child and run away. But if I do that then who will feed and clothe us. I am unemployed and depend on him.
“My friends have suggested that I seek help from police and family welfare, but I hesitate. I don’t want to add fuel on our current problem.
“I want him to change so that we can live a better life as before.
“I have no one to blame as it was my fault at the first place. I was blind in marrying him.”
I proceeded to do what I could to attend to the physical injury.