Domestic Violence -Read Bettie Okeyo's Shocking Story With Hubby Waititu Njuguna And How He Almost Turned Her To Minced Meat. -Photos Included

Bettie's STORY

Blog Visitor Bettie Okeyo lives in the US and she has decided to open up on her HORRIBLE Domestic Violence story,She is no longer ashamed to tell the story and perhaps was inspired after reading of the Death of Ronke who was allegedly murdered by her husband Lekan Shonde.

The photos of Violence are so horrible they will leave you shocked and angry and on edge.Please take a seat whilst you read this shocking story!

WANTED WIFE ABUSER WAITITU NJUGUNA

Hey Stella,

I would like to share my domestic violence story with the hope that it will help other women out there who are suffering in silence.

Domestic violence continues to plague our community. Waititu Njuguna is wanted in Dallas county for criminal domestic violence .  He fled to Kenya 12/03/2012! This man is an animal in human skin, do not let that smile fool you. (I have decided to make him famous)! I will see to it that he never hurts another woman again, and justice will be served.

I tell my story not for sympathy but to point out that you never know what that one thing in your life is going to be that changes you and everything you believe in. This changed for me on Dec

1st  last year.

I ignored all the warning signs of an abusive personality, and soon found myself involved with a man with a history of violence. I thought I knew him because I dated him in high school. I was wrong, he had mutated into something else. 

Emotional abuse was there from the beginning, but I never imagined this would one day turn into attempted murder. The physical abuse did not start until later in the relationship. In fact, there was probably about 1 incident of physical abuse ( this was in the presence of his kids, who were terrified and ran out of the house) throughout the 11 months we were married, another reason that I did not believe that I was being abused. I didn't have black eyes or bruises on my neck, but he was incredibly verbally and emotionally abusive.

His condescending remarks began a couple of months after I moved to Texas. I was called “stupid”,” an idiot”, “a bitch”! He would curse me out in front of his kids. Very quickly, I was walking on eggshells, censoring everything I said, making sure that nothing was going to make him angry. His temper was frightening, but confined to yelling and insulting in the beginning. His behavior became controlling. I couldn't go out without him claiming that I would cheat on him like his ex (that is what he claimed). After the abuse he would shed tears and promise not to do it again. (Ladies, that’s a classic example of an abuser)

My journey started one year ago when I was attacked by him, We had come from our immigration interview that day LOL!!!….Yes, I had filed for him, guess I am what they call a “green card” wife. ( His ex once told me that he did not love me and had married me for “makaratasi” She called me a cow and said I was too fat and ugly for him, Between them, they knew what plans they had, but hey opinions are like A-holes everybody has one). 

The interview seemed like it had gone well and we decided to go out and celebrate. He blacked out in his usual fashion and was thrown out of the club (NAI). When we got to my cousin’s place I tried to wake him up and he claimed that I was hitting him. He punched me and sat on top of me choking me and squeezing the life out of me while looking right into my eyes. He punched me repeatedly in the face and head. I had never been punched before, let alone punched consecutively in the face and head with such frenzied repetition.

 It's a surreal feeling as his clenched fist hit my cheek with such a force that I could feel my face fly in another direction.( It was like a scene from a karate movie starring Jet Lee, Doonie Yen and Jackie Chan combined). I remember I was too shocked to defend myself or comprehend what was happening. My face felt foreign, like it didn't belong to me anymore, yet I was still conscious and my brain was still working.

  It was so sudden and so powerful. As we all know the skin swells immediately. I turned my other cheek and he did not hesitate to punch me in my mouth till my teeth moved back, my cheeks felt like balloons filled with water… I couldn't close my mouth, I could taste blood. Once I saw blood and felt my teeth move I knew it was time to get out. 

I called a friend who took me to the ER and after a CT Scan it was discovered that I had head trauma (bleeding in my brain) and had a fractured cheek bone. I had to be admitted into ICU immediately. One thing the doctors told me is that it was a good thing that I did not go to sleep otherwise I would never have lived to tell this story.

Many women suffer in silence with verbal and physical torment. If someone had told me I would let myself be hurt in this manner I would have laughed. I have found out that I am stronger than I thought. The biggest thing is that even someone who is smart could get into a situation like this. 


I just want anyone who is going through this to know you can get out and be safe, that is why I tell my story I am no longer ashamed and if one person can find a way out because they have heard my story then it is worth all the pain to relive it. So, if you or someone you love is going through this just know you are not alone and you are stronger than you think. Today could be your changing day.

With the love and support of my friends and family I am slowly coming to terms with what happened to me. I lost everything in the process, but at the end of the day that’s material stuff that I can always get back. Some days are better than others. I have been through every emotion possible, I have good strong days but very dark ones too. I know I will get through this and pray that justice is done. I hope that by telling my story something positive can come out of all of this. For me, I am still not certain of what that is, but in my darkest hours, when I am plagued by fear and despair, I recite the words of C. JoyBell C.

“The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.”

I have made it through the storm, I am wiser, stronger and better…..so much better!

If you or someone you know is going through abuse you can call the National Domestic Violence Hotline (1-800-799-7233).

This is Bettie today,she is alive and has gotten her groove back,Justice is yet to be served because the culprit is still at large in Kenya and unfortunately he cannot be extradited to the US to pay for his crime.

Thank you for talking with me on the phone and for sharing your story with us Bettie!