Remember the 36-year-old Mercy Nnadi, whose husband killed their only son and burnt her with hot pressing iron over allegation that she was having an affair with his father, eight months ago, in Okota area of Lagos? To many residents of the area, Mercy’s issue is a forgotten one, as they assumed she did not survive the third degree burns that she sustained from the attack by her spouse. But how wrong they are because as you read this piece, Mercy, who once looked a shadow of her old self is back to life. She is presently occupying a one-room apartment in Agege area of Lagos, courtesy of three Non-Governmental Organisations; Project Alert on Violence Against Women, Centa for Development, and Zaharawomen. Aside the apartment, the NGOs also gave her the sum of N150,000... Even in the light of all this, Mercy, in this exclusive interview with Crime Guard, said nothing could fill the vacuum created by the demise of her son, Ebuka, who was barely one-year-old then. Although she stated that she had forgiven her husband for making her go through untold anguish, she vowed never to reunite with him again. Recalling the incident of that fateful Saturday, April 7, 2012, which almost sent her to an unprepared grave, Mercy stated amidst tears: “ On that fateful Saturday evening, my husband told me to cook yam for supper before leaving the house. After a long wait for him to come back so that we could eat together, I ate mine and slept with my baby... When he came back, he ate , put on the power generating set before going to bed. Later, a neighbor knocked on the door to inform us that Power had been restored and he went to put off the power generating set. He came inside and started ironing customers clothes because he is a dry cleaner. By then, the room became hot and I left to take a shower and stayed outside waiting for when he would be through . When he was done, he told me to fetch water for him to bath and I did. While I was going to fetch the water, he started smoking before going to take his bath. We both retired inside and I slept off after breast feeding our baby, Ebuka. But a sharp pain woke me up from sleep. At first, I thought I was dreaming. But no! Right in front of me was my husband of two years placing the hot pressing iron on me. I screamed and begged him to stop. When I raised my hand to stop him, he placed the hot iron on the hand. I lifted my leg to prevent him from further attack, only for him to place it on my thighs, instructing me to keep quiet. As if that was not enough , as he placed the hot iron on me, he used a screw driver to pull off the skin, pressing the hot iron harder on the same spot. As he was doing it, he kept asking me how many times his father had slept with me. I begged him passionately but he would not listen. He warned me to keep quiet informing that other members of his gang were outside . I did not know what he meant by that. He concentrated more on my chest, by leaving the hot iron there for what seemed like eternity. Just then, our son Ebuka, woke up crying. I begged my husband to allow me breast feed him, so he could go back to sleep. Instead, he placed the pressing iron on my two breasts and at the same time used the screw driver to peel off the skin. I shouted for help . But it was far from me. At that point, he took my son away . Immediately he left the room , I rushed out to the kitchen where a neighbor offered me a wrapper to cover my nakedness. That was all I could remember until I found myself at New Evolution hospital”. While Mercy succeeded in escaping from the Biblical shadow of death , same could not be said of her helpless son, Ebuka. Eye witnesses said Henry dragged the crying baby who apparently was waiting to grab the nipple of his mother’s breast for milk, by his left arm. Rather than getting the expected milk, Henry as gathered, landed a metal right on Ebuka’s head, thereby prompting him to let out a shrill cry, which forced out some excreta. As if the pains were not excruciating enough for the fragile baby, his father whom many concluded was possessed by a demon, landed the metal again on his head. This time around, instead of crying, there was dead silence, which sent the hapless Ebuka to the land of no return, with his remains buried a few days later. News of my son’s death shattered me All through her stay in the hospital, Mercy was made to believe that her son was in good condition of health. Thus, when she was discharged, she yearned to see Ebuka . But no body could tell her the true position of things until she visited Ago Police division, where the case was earlier incidented, only to be consoled by one of the policemen who was oblivious of the development. “ Initially, I did not get what the policeman was trying to say. But after a while, I discovered it had to do with my son Ebuka. I broke down in tears, without knowing what to do. I kept asking why Henry would kill an innocent child over nothing? I was shattered by the news of my son’s death. “Oh! My son died without being allowed to have the last suck of my breast milk. The last memory I have of him was when he woke up crying. How callous! He was the reason for my hanging on in the marriage because I never wanted to have a broken home. Had he been alive, he would have been my only consolation”, she stated amidst tears.