The phone kept ringing all night none stop. Well! At some point, I had to switch off the phone. But before I could say jack, my private line started ringing. I picked the call on the next ring. I could tell whoever it was, needed my urgent attention. Please come as quick as possible, he will kill me. He is trying to break down the door. He wants to kill me ...she sobbed. I am dead! I will be dead If you don’t come here on time... he will break the door and kill me, she repeated amidst her faint cry. I could hear someone hitting the door so hard like the biblical thief in the night. I guess the person was trying to gain forceful entrance into where she was hiding. It was 2 am that cold Saturday morning. I felt the first plan was to immediately phone a police friend. Whilst the line was ringing, I was praying, within me, that he picks his call. He picked on the second ring. I had disturbed his sleep and wasn't happy about it. I tried my best to summarize the incident of domestic violence whilst he listened patiently with a few questions in between. He, thereafter, instructed some policemen to go with me to her address since it was a case of domestic violence. Whilst my RRS friends proceeded to restrain the husband, I was able to get her to pack her bag. She and her beautiful daughters will follow us and check into a hotel pending our next line of action at dawn. He was dead drunk from the way he acted. I haven't seen a man so filled with rage. I recalled seeing his face before, but I could not tell where. Her face was swollen like a corolla that had a head-on collision with a Dangote cement truck. She had some cut in-between. One might think she had a facelift in a panel beating workshop. This man be wan kill person pikin. Nor use person pikin learn boxing ooooo Goan meet Anthony Joshua, na your mate be that. Please let's say no to domestic violence. I am don't Uboma will panel beat somebori's daughter like this, will you?