I Lost My Husband And Baby Same Year – Wife Of Security Guard Beaten To Death By Naval Ratings Cries Out

Mary Peter is grappling with the bitter part of life – more than her fragile posture could bear.

She cried her heart out in February this year when she lost her second child five months after birth.

No one was around to soothe her except Bitrus who she described as a loving husband.

But just as the wound began to heal, Bitrus, ‘the healer,’ went on a journey of no return.

The 29-year-old security guard on Gabriel Okoyi Street, Ikate-Lekki, Spring Bay Estate, Lagos State, was tortured to death by two naval ratings and his colleagues for allegedly stealing a piece of jewellery belonging to one Seun, a tenant at a house he (Bitrus) manned.

Seun had invited the naval men and two other security guards to probe and beat the Bauchi State indigene, who eventually led his tormentors to a man he sold the necklace to and N100,000 was recovered from the buyer.

Afterwards, they descended heavily on him and the buyer during which the former passed out and was rushed to the Lagos Island General Hospital where he died some hours after.

In one of the photographs capturing the torture, Bitrus rolled on the floor as one of the officers raised his leg to kick him. In another picture, the buyer was forced into a mud inside drainage.

But as dehumanising as the punishment meted out to them was, Mary had wished her husband lived to bear pains like the the buyer.

“I was in the market that morning when he was being tortured,” said Mary, sharing the experience with City Round earlier in the week.

“I came back and met my husband on the ground. He could not talk or do anything. I left my child in the shop and people helped in taking him to hospital. The following day, July 21, around 2 am, he gave up.”

Mary suddenly assumed widowhood. Loneliness, thoughts of her dead baby boy and how to take care of her ailing daughter, Precious, have crowded her mind.

She recalled, “My husband and I did not talk before he died. He and his daughter did not talk. He was unable to tell us what actually happened. He just left us. One of our two children died early this year when he was five months old. As a widow, I can’t take care of our only surviving child. Nobody to help me pay her school fees and she always falls sick. She is a sickle cell sufferer.

“In a year, we could spend up to N100,000. Her dad is dead now; who will help me to care of her? Losing a husband and child the same year is not easy.”

Indeed, the pain is better imagined especially for a woman like Mary whose six years in marriage revolved round love and care. Despite living in poverty, the family’s status was never a source of concern. Against all odds, joy and love kept them going.

“On Friday (July 19), we talked about love,” she contnued. “I took food home from the market that Friday and we ate it together. He didn’t want to eat it. I told him that whatever we have, if we eat together, God will bless our family. And God has always been there for us. We ate it, laughed and slept.

“I really miss my husband. He used to help me. If I was in the market and he was at home, he would help me fetch water and tidy up our room. At times, he was the one that took the responsibility of washing our clothes. Whenever he was free, he would come to my shop to help me sell.