Woman Reveals What Happened to her boyfriend who did this to her as

I have gone to him with the police several times. He would get a warning, but just minutes after the police leave, I would receive voice notes or texts full of insults and threats. The day after the police visited his house, he saw me kwaKoo at my friend’s place. (Yes, I decided udyola e-eriyeni, so the chances of seeing him are high.) He started harassing me, threatening me, while pointing an empty beer bottle at me. It got so bad that the small children at the shop started crying. I had to run to a nearby house and call the police again.

The point I’m trying to make is that I still don’t feel safe, even after involving the law. When I went with the police to serve him with a protection order, wazimela, and people were laughing as if it was a joke. I don’t blame them though, because everything kuguy is a joke. I guess I’m also a joke to people. I forgive them because they don’t know the animal I deal with behind closed doors.

Mna ndibethelwa uphefumla.

This person would come to my place drunk and demand food bought with my own hard-earned money because eyakhe imali yeyotywala. There was nothing he ever helped me with. If I refused to give him food or money, I would get slapped, choked, and called ibhe**se kanyoko.

He would come to my place intoxicated to take a bath, and if I refused to open the door, he would bang on it violently while shouting insults. He would force himself to sleep at my place even when I told him not to because he was drunk. The following morning, I would be the one suffering the consequences. He would wake up, get dressed to leave, and when I asked him to clean the mess he left on my bed, he’d insult me and say, “Uthetha ikaka. Ndiyoqabula mna. I’ll do it later.”

I would end up cleaning the mattress myself, carrying it outside, washing the bedding alone, even though I wasn’t the one who had messed it up.

I’ve been strangled to the point where I lost consciousness. I woke up disoriented, not knowing how long I had been unconscious, and I had urinated on myself. I still remember the day he beat me, shoved me around, and held a knife to my throat while threatening to kill me.

I know posting this might make things worse because he has threatened to leak my intimate videos and photos on social media and tag everyone who is important to me. My social media accounts don’t even feel like they’re mine anymore. He cloned my accounts, and he’s able to see everything I say on Messenger. Sometimes he even insults the men I chat with. Whenever I block him, he somehow unblocks himself because he has access to my social media on his phone.

Now, every time I post on Facebook, he leaves nasty comments, and I have to hide them. I could go on and on, but I think this is enough for people to understand the situation I’m living in.

Bantu bam, khanicebise. Ndiyilungise njani le nto so that I can finally be safe again? Ndingancedwa phi, njani bethuna?

Ndiyoyika because it’s like he’s out for my blood. He’s acting like someone with absolutely nothing to lose.

I’m also writing this because I want people to know where to look if something happens to me. I do not take his threats lightly because I’ve seen what he’s is capable of.

I’ve seen the animal he can be.