Ogochukwu Onuchukwu (Nee Onugu). 23/10/1976 - 27/2/2012
I got this piece from Lindas blog and all I can say is "Wow"..... I don't know how to introduce what you are about to read...it's very chilling, quite disturbing, and extremely heart wrenching. If this doesn't make you cry, nothing else will.
A dead woman, Ogochukwu Onuchukwu (she died last month) shares her story and writes a letter to her husband from the grave. I culled the letter from her WEBSITE and wanted to share it because it's something we all need to read and hopefully someone will learn from it. Read it below...
My mum is crying. I can see her from here. She has aged since the last time I saw her. Why does she look so old and why is she so thin? Can someone console her? Can someone make her stop crying?
I try to get up but I can’t. I try to reach for her, but I’m stuck where I am. It is very dark in here, and very cold, so very cold.
What am I doing here? Where is everybody? Where are my children? I begin to panic, to struggle; I want to get out of this dark room.
I can hear Uzo calling. She’s calling my name. Then, I see mum again. And I hear Uzo again. I don’t see my children. Where are my children? I can’t see beyond the walls of this dark and cold room.
This just messed with my head...I hope you fair better. Continue reading...
Uzo calls again.
She sounds desperate to rouse me from my sleep. I am struggling to wake but I can’t. I open my eyes and they shut of their own accord.
I am powerless to keep them from shutting. And I find as soon as I stop struggling, my sleep becomes sweet repose. Suddenly I don’t want to wake from it just yet. It is peaceful.
I see mum again, and I see Uzo. Uzo keeps calling. She won’t stop calling. She is crying too, just like mum.
Can someone bring Kamsi and Amanda to me? Can someone bring my babies to me? I need to hug them, Kamsi, especially. Is he crying too and calling out for me? Does he understand that I am gone? Kamsi will miss me.
He is a special child, you know; Kamsiyochukwu - my son and my first child.
I prayed and longed for his birth. He was the blessing from above that would seal Kevin’s love for me and give me some footing in his home and some acceptance from his family.
Before Kamsi, I was a nobody in Kevin’s home. I was born the last of nine children, the baby of the family. I was used to love and affection. I was everyone’s baby. I grew up knowing that everyone had my back, I grew up knowing the safety and security of being the baby of the home. You may then understand my shock when I stepped out of my home and into new territory with the man of my dreams only to find that I was really not as special as I had been made to believe. I look back to that day when Kevin took me home to introduce me to my new family. The cold and rude shock of the welcome his brother’s wife gave me set off an alarm in my head.
These people didn’t think I was special. In fact, her first words were, ”Kevin, ebe kwa ka isi dute nka?” (Kevin, “Where on earth did you bring this one from?) That would be the first time I would be addressed as “this one” and from then on, I grappled with the realization that I was not welcome in my new home.
I remember my first Christmas at Ihiala as a new bride. My brother-in-law’s wife would sneer and clap and refer to me as “Ndi ji ukwu azo akwu” (the people who process palm fruits with their bare feet). I knew she meant my impoverished home town of Nsukka. She would sing to me all day long telling me the only reason why their brother married me was because of my beauty and complexion.
Now, I lie here and I wonder if I was in my right mind to ignore the several other alarms over my 12- year union with Kevin.
I had to ignore them, I told myself. I had already taken my vows to be with Kevin until death did us part.
They never really wanted me, I can now see. But I was too blinded by love to realize that. I needed to do something to cement Kevin’s heart with mine. I needed to remain Kevin’s wife and to prove to the world that indeed Love would conquer all.
When after one year of marriage there were still no children, the painful journey that sent me to my grave started. I went from specialist to specialist, ingested every kind of pill that promised to boost my fertility. As my desperation grew, so did pressure from Kevin’s family. My horror-movie life story started playing out; the horror-movie life that has sent me to an early and cold grave from where I write this letter to my husband.
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My sweet Kevin,
We started to fight over little things. The fights were worse after you visited home or attended any of your numerous family meetings. You came home one evening and asked me to move out of the bedroom we both shared and into the guestroom downstairs. The next time you returned from the meeting, you tied me up with a rope and used your belt on me. No one heard my screams.
I remember when you told me that your family had asked you to remarry. You showed me documents of all your numerous landed property including the house we lived in. Your brother was listed as next of kin. When I asked you about it, your answer rocked the ground I was standing on. You said, “What have you to show that entitles you to any stake in this household?” You were referring to my barreness.
It is funny how to my family and friends, I was the beautiful and loving Ogo, whilst to you and your family I was a worthless piece of rag. You called me barren. I could have fled but your love and acceptance was of more worth to me than the love and admiration of the world outside our home. I desperately sought to be loved by you, Kevin.
In your family’s presence I felt unworthy, unloved and unwanted. Yet, I stayed on. I would make you love me one way or the other and I knew that one sure way would
be to produce a child, an heir for you. That was the most important thing to you.
I began the numerous procedures, painful procedures, including surgery. I gave myself daily shots. At some point the needles could no longer pierce my skin. My skin had toughened to the piercing pain of needles.
After seven years of marriage, our prayers were answered. God blessed us with our son Kamsiyochukwu, which means ‘’Just as I asked of the Lord’’. God had intervened and miracles were about to start happening because for the first time in seven years, my mother-in-law called me. Finally I was home. I had been accepted. I was now a woman, a wife and a mother. Finally there was peace. Kamsi will be four in November.
The miracles stayed with me because 18 months later through another procedure, Chimamanda was born. Her birth was bitter sweet for me. Sweet because you Kevin, my husband, and my in-laws would love me more for bearing a second child, but bitter because this particular birth almost cost me my life. The doctors had become very concerned. You see, I had developed too many complications from all the different procedures I had undergone in the journey to have children and these were beginning to get in the way of normal everyday living. I developed conditions that had almost become life threatening. So the doctors sent me off with my new bundle of joy and with a stern warning not to try for another child as I may not be so lucky.
I chuckled, almost gleefully. Why would I want to try for a third child? God had given me a boy and a girl, what more could I ask for. I was only ever so thankful to God.
Kevin, you and I gave numerous and very generous donations to different churches in thanksgiving to God. All was well. I was happy and fulfilled. Kevin, you loved me again. Your family accepted me. Life was good. And all was quiet again. …………………… For a while.
Then fate struck me a blow. As if to remind me that my stay in your house was temporary and was never really going to be peaceful, Kamsi – our son, our first fruit, my pride and joy and the child that gave me a place in my husband’s home, began to show signs of slowed development; the visits to the doctors resumed, this time on account of Kamsi.
We started seeing therapists. After we’d been from one doctor to another I decided I had to resort to prayer. I was frightened. I was terrified. I was threatened. I started to feel unwell. I had difficulty breathing. I needed to see my doctors, Kamsi too. He wasn’t doing too well either. He had difficulty with his speech. He was slow to comprehend things. I did not know for sure what was wrong with him but I knew all was not well. Not with him and not with me. We
were denied visas to the USA because we had overstayed on our last trip on account of Kamsi’s treatments. So whilst we waited for a lawyer to help us clear up the immigration issues with America, I applied for a UK visa and sought help in London. But by then, trouble had reared its head at home, again.
Kevin, you had again become very impatient with me. My fears were fully alive again. The battles it seemed I had won were again in full rage. My husband, in your irritable impatience and anger, you told me to my face that our son, my Kamsi, was worthless to you. You said he was abnormal. You said that our daughter, my Amanda, was a girl and that you had no need for a girl child because she would someday be married off. I remember, in pain, that you didn’t attend Amanda’s christening because you were upset with me. You told me your mother was more important to you than “THESE THINGS” I brought to your house. You were referring to our children, were you not? “THESE THINGS”.
My heart bled. I wept bitterly. Then I quickly calmed my fears by telling myself that you were under a lot of stress at work and that you were also probably reacting to all the money that you had spent on my treatments. Surely, all that was getting to you? Even when you threatened me with a knife, twice you did that, I still felt unworthy of you and very deserving of your hatred. Even when you would say: “I will kill you and nothing will happen because you have no one to fight for you”, I kept on struggling to get you to love me because, Kevin, your validation was important to me
You had refused to give me money for my medical trip to London. I knew then it was because you had your hands full with caring and catering for everybody who was dear to you. Your finances were stretched. I thought then that in time you would come around.
My health continued to get worse. Eventually, I made it to London. After extensive consultations and tests, I was given a definitive diagnosis. My condition was life threatening. It was from this time, when it was clear that I required surgery to save me life that I came face to face with a different kind of war from our home.
Kevin, you stopped speaking with me. I was in pain, in anguish and in tears. I didn’t understand what was happening. I had stayed three weeks in London and Kevin, you never called, sent a text or inquired how I was faring. You stopped taking my calls. Instead I got a call from my cousin in whose care I had left my children. She was frantic with worry because there was no food in the house for the children to eat; Kevin you had refused to provide food for our children. Kevin, you had also refused to pay for Kamsi’s home schooling.
Then Kevin, I received that e-mail from you. The only communication from you for the entire period I was in London.
Do you remember? It was an angry email. You berated me for putting your integrity at stake at your work place. Apparently your employers had called a hospital in London to inquire about me and were told that no one by my name was ever their patient. I later found out that you had given the wrong hospital name to your employers. Do you remember, Kevin?
For the first time in my 12 year marriage, the alarm bells in my head began to sound real. For the first time in 12 years, I felt real anger stir up in my heart. Kevin, I was angry because you paid no heed to the hospital where your wife was at in London. You had no clue and cared little about what I was going through. Yet you would berate me for putting your INTEGRITY at work at stake. Your integrity was your primary concern, not my health.
Then it hit me! All these years I was trying to be all I could be for you, Kevin, to make you happy, to please you, Kevin, ……… you actually hated me. You didn’t want me in your life. The signs were all there. Your family had showed me from day one that they didn’t want me. I was the object of a hatred that I could not explain. I
couldn’t understand why.
Then I saw the hand writing on the wall, all those many things that went on. You even sold my car whilst I was still lying on a hospital bed in London, with no word to me. I was not to learn of what you had done until I returned to Nigeria. The doctors had allowed me to return to prepare for surgery.
Kevin, do you remember that on my return I gave you a pair of shoes I had bought for you? Kevin, my husband, do you remember hurling those shoes at me? Kevin, do you remember me breaking down in tears? Kevin, do you remember me asking you that night, many times over, why you hated me so much, what I had done to make you hate me as much as you did?
“You are disturbing me, and if you continue, I`ll move out and inform the company that I no longer live in the house. Then they will come and drive you away”. Kevin, my husband, that was your response to me. Did you know then I only had days to live? Is that why you told me that would be the last time I would see you physically? Did you know it would only be a few more hours?
I still had a surgery to go through. Kevin, since you wanted no part in it, I had contacted the medical officer in your company directly for referrals. I left Eket for Lagos on Saturday. That same day I consulted with the specialist surgeon and surgery was scheduled for Monday morning.
In those final hours, as I prepared for my surgery, I was alone, my spirit was broken. I had lost all the fight in me. Kevin, I knew that nothing I did or said would turn you heart toward me, and I had nobody for whom you had any regards who would speak up for me.
In those final hours, Kevin, I called you. This was Sunday morning, less than 24 hours to my death. Do you remember, Kevin? I called you to share what the specialist surgeon had said. I was still shaking from your screams on the phone when I got in here. You did not want me to bother you, you screamed. I should go to my brothers and sisters, you screamed. I should pay you back all the money you gave me for my treatment in London, you screamed. Kevin, did you know that would be my last conversation with you? My last conversation with you, my husband, my love, my life, ended with you banging the phone on me.
Recalling the abusive words, the spitting, the beating, the bruising, the knifing, and the promise that I would not live long for daring to forget to buy garden eggs for your mother, an insult you vowed I would pay for with my life ……., I knew then it was over for me. There was no rationalizing needed any longer. Even the blind could see ………. You did not want me in your life.
I went in for surgery on Monday morning, February 27, 2012, and after battling for several hours, I yielded my spirit.
Kevin, my husband, I lived my promise to God. The promise I made on the day I wedded you.
For better ………………………… For worse
For richer …………………………. For poorer
In Sickness ………………………. And in health
To love ………………………….. And to cherish
Till DEATH US DO PART!
And it has.
NOW I AM DEAD!!!!!!!
Just as your mum predicted ….. Her cold words follow me to morgue. She swore to me that I would leave her son’s house dead or alive. I couldn’t leave whilst I still breathed. It had to be through death, and death it has become.
Kevin, you are FREE! And, so am I.
Your freedom is temporary. Mine is eternal.
Whilst you still have freedom, remember Kamsi and Chimamanda.
Lovingly yours until death,
Ogo.
I am gone. Gone forever. But if one woman, just one woman will learn from my story, then maybe I would not have gone in vain.
My heart weeps for my children, my mummy, my sisters and my brothers, my extended family. These ones, I was a gift to. These ones, they loved me. These ones, they wanted me. These ones, they needed me. These ones, they wish I had spoken out earlier.
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Written by someone who was part of her life and witnessed her struggles. RIP Ogo.
Tuesday 27 March 2012
Inspiring story by Onyinyechi Stefanie Orukwowu....
THE TRIANGLE 'THE VIEWS'
The husband, his mistress and his wife. A tale of love, hate, infidelity, low self esteem, God, prayers, perseverance and forgiveness.
I am Jeremy, successful in every right and married to an amazing woman who made me really happy and gave me the best gifts any man could ever ask for 'our children' Jeremy Jnr and Angel. Then i met Bukola who actually came on to me and did the whole chase, till she lured me home one night (i and Latoya's anniversary). I cancelled on the woman who had done me no wrong but completed me in every area of my life but still i got that urge to be selfish, that urge that kept telling me there was nothing wrong with what i was doing, that urge that kept on saying 'here's a beautiful woman don't let that get past you man Latoya has got two kids out not sexy any more', even though i knew my wife had not lost shape in any way but i still went on. Bukola offered me a drink on that night and while i was on that my thoughts went wild and i was about to leave then she offered me something to eat and i could not turn her down so i ate and my first taste of that food almost led me to my destruction. That night when i got home Latoya was ugly to me and i saw my kids as little goblins, they became unbearable to live with and i started keeping late nights spending more time with Bukola. One thing i noticed while all this was going on was the strength and faith my wife put up, like nothing was wrong. She still went to church and about her business like everything was fine but i could see the pain in her eyes but that ugliness i could not ignore. I stopped eating her food but she never complained she still put them on the table each day all the same. She never screamed at me, she never asked where i was coming from. One day i was at work and a voice said 'i would have killed you if not for your wife's prayers, get up now and go home she needs you and don't you even waste as much as five minutes here' like a zombie i did as i was told. I could not stop myself and as soon as i got home there she was my beautiful wife, i knelt down apologised and asked her to pray for me. I stopped seeing Bukola and i never explained my absence from her life because when this all started i never explained to my wife and guess what she never called me back neither did she look for me. All i wanted at this point was to get my happy family back and i did.
Bukola is my name and i really don't care what people think about me, i saw a fine brother and i went after him. Well yes i made my investigations he was married but so what. I never lose in this games you know, what i want i get. I have no conscience, never been married and actually can't feel what his wife is feeling now and never will. Growing up i was told i will never be anything good, i was brought down with hateful words. I grew up where no one cared about any one or made you feel like you did your best, even when you put in your all. To top it all my mum and dad were always at each others throat. But then it only made me stronger and hateful. Well i was going through a phase when i met Jeremy and its not your business to know what was going on with me. He caught my attention and i went in for the kill and may i say i had to cook a couple of fetish things to make him mine. I had his heart, i had won and that excited me. whether his wife found out or not wasn't really my business to tell you the truth i really didn't care. I began to love him everyday and he reciprocated till that voice, that threatening voice came and spoilt it all. Seating at home waiting for Jeremy to come i had made his dinner and just as i prepared to take the pot off the cooker i fell and i could not move my legs, i tried to shout but no words came out, all i could hear in my head was 'leave him alone you wicked woman'. I never got my legs and voice back, i never saw Jeremy again not even a good bye. Then i realized that i had wronged a person whom i never met nor knew. I knew then that the man i held onto was another woman's love and life. I felt sorry, i had actually murdered someone's heart and life, i wanted to pay but looking at my condition i knew a higher power had taken over and i was paying for my sins already.
My name is Latoya , i'm God fearing, intelligent, beautiful and articulate. To add to all of this i am a graduate and own one of the biggest malls in Africa. I am every man's dream, in fact i am success personified. I fell in love with the man of my dreams Jeremy and we got married, that was twelve years ago though. The first year of marriage was everything i wished for and then in the second year i gave birth to our son Jeremy Jrn. that made my husband so proud of me and he loved me even more then two years later our daughter arrived oh! my she was heaven sent i mean she was such an angel that's the best word i can use and we named her Angel. On our eleventh anniversary Jeremy called to say he had a meeting and won't make it for our weekend trip, i was mad and believe me i thought of going all the way to his office to cause a scene but then i figured i was bigger than that. Then he started keeping late nights, stopped eating my food and in a little while our beautiful marriage became unbearable. He was cheating obviously and i found out who she was but i never confronted her. I had only one weapon, my mother taught me to pray in situation like this. I hurt so much that i was lost to the world even when the children talked to me i had no voice to reply. In my room all i did was cry, when Jeremy was home i was still the good wife irrespective of all that was happening. I prayed and prayed nothing seemed to be happening at first, but one day while i was on my knees asking God to restore my home, still praying my husband touched me and when i turned i found the man i married looking at me with so much love with tears in his eyes he held me and knelt down asking me to pray for him. I did and i was happy to have my husband back from the clutches of the strange woman. I was happy to know that God never left me, He was always there and he was right on time.
Jeremy the husband entangled with two women, his wife and mistress. Subdued by voodoo but released by grace. Men watch and pray most of these people you get entangled with are pushed by certain spirits. All you need is one woman, your wife or who ever you have chosen to compliment you.
Bukola the one with the low self esteem represents young girls who go after what's really not their's when they should put more energy into being just like Latoya the successful one and the one with the husband. Judging from her view she needed love but there was no one to give her that or she was rather impatient to wait for hers so she latched onto the next 'unavailable man'. At the end she was left with no legs, voice or man....she lost. There are a lot of girls like Bukola my only advise to you is to stop making excuses to suit your mischief-making purposes. Dad left my mum ok, i have no one to take care of me big deal, there are a million people out there who struggle hard and rise up to fame without any backing but God. Work hard and stop chasing after gold that is not yours to keep.
Latoya the one who is at the base of the triangle. she was stepped on by both husband and mistress but she still held on to her values. Remember hell had no fury like a woman's scorn but her approach was different many might think she was too soft but causing a quarrel would have ended her marriage perhaps, killing her husband she would still lose him all the same. All she wanted back was her love, her husband and family. To every praying woman continue what you know how to do best , that is your only answer to victory at all times.
At the end of the day all that matters is God, love, prayers, perseverance, and the spirit of forgiveness. Put all these in you daily regimen it helps a lot, not just in your marriage but every aspect of your life.
Morning darlings, hope you enjoyed the triangle? Have a blessed and favoured day.
Ciao
Darlings
xoxo...........
I write......
After reading this I just tot to myself "Wow" the way a lot of men take prayer for granted is unbelievable, and this is an example of what can happen to you if God is not the starter and finisher of your day..Your wife or mother or sister or anyone can pray for u but that prayer is not enough, yours has to be the icing on the cake. Salvation really is personal and I cannot stress it enough. The power of a praying husband can kill and destroy lustful forces. I encourage all men today to start praying twice as much as they usually do. Prayer is the key..communication is the key to a successful relationship so if you want that relationship with God then communicate with Him often and the Holy Spirit will always direct your path and you can never go astray. Read your bible, pray, teach your children to do the same. Taking the time to meditate on Gods word is a good medicine for our souls. Prayer is us talking to God, reading the Bible is God talking to us.....Don't let a day go by where you don't hear Gods voice...God bless your eyes for reading xxx
The husband, his mistress and his wife. A tale of love, hate, infidelity, low self esteem, God, prayers, perseverance and forgiveness.
I am Jeremy, successful in every right and married to an amazing woman who made me really happy and gave me the best gifts any man could ever ask for 'our children' Jeremy Jnr and Angel. Then i met Bukola who actually came on to me and did the whole chase, till she lured me home one night (i and Latoya's anniversary). I cancelled on the woman who had done me no wrong but completed me in every area of my life but still i got that urge to be selfish, that urge that kept telling me there was nothing wrong with what i was doing, that urge that kept on saying 'here's a beautiful woman don't let that get past you man Latoya has got two kids out not sexy any more', even though i knew my wife had not lost shape in any way but i still went on. Bukola offered me a drink on that night and while i was on that my thoughts went wild and i was about to leave then she offered me something to eat and i could not turn her down so i ate and my first taste of that food almost led me to my destruction. That night when i got home Latoya was ugly to me and i saw my kids as little goblins, they became unbearable to live with and i started keeping late nights spending more time with Bukola. One thing i noticed while all this was going on was the strength and faith my wife put up, like nothing was wrong. She still went to church and about her business like everything was fine but i could see the pain in her eyes but that ugliness i could not ignore. I stopped eating her food but she never complained she still put them on the table each day all the same. She never screamed at me, she never asked where i was coming from. One day i was at work and a voice said 'i would have killed you if not for your wife's prayers, get up now and go home she needs you and don't you even waste as much as five minutes here' like a zombie i did as i was told. I could not stop myself and as soon as i got home there she was my beautiful wife, i knelt down apologised and asked her to pray for me. I stopped seeing Bukola and i never explained my absence from her life because when this all started i never explained to my wife and guess what she never called me back neither did she look for me. All i wanted at this point was to get my happy family back and i did.
Bukola is my name and i really don't care what people think about me, i saw a fine brother and i went after him. Well yes i made my investigations he was married but so what. I never lose in this games you know, what i want i get. I have no conscience, never been married and actually can't feel what his wife is feeling now and never will. Growing up i was told i will never be anything good, i was brought down with hateful words. I grew up where no one cared about any one or made you feel like you did your best, even when you put in your all. To top it all my mum and dad were always at each others throat. But then it only made me stronger and hateful. Well i was going through a phase when i met Jeremy and its not your business to know what was going on with me. He caught my attention and i went in for the kill and may i say i had to cook a couple of fetish things to make him mine. I had his heart, i had won and that excited me. whether his wife found out or not wasn't really my business to tell you the truth i really didn't care. I began to love him everyday and he reciprocated till that voice, that threatening voice came and spoilt it all. Seating at home waiting for Jeremy to come i had made his dinner and just as i prepared to take the pot off the cooker i fell and i could not move my legs, i tried to shout but no words came out, all i could hear in my head was 'leave him alone you wicked woman'. I never got my legs and voice back, i never saw Jeremy again not even a good bye. Then i realized that i had wronged a person whom i never met nor knew. I knew then that the man i held onto was another woman's love and life. I felt sorry, i had actually murdered someone's heart and life, i wanted to pay but looking at my condition i knew a higher power had taken over and i was paying for my sins already.
My name is Latoya , i'm God fearing, intelligent, beautiful and articulate. To add to all of this i am a graduate and own one of the biggest malls in Africa. I am every man's dream, in fact i am success personified. I fell in love with the man of my dreams Jeremy and we got married, that was twelve years ago though. The first year of marriage was everything i wished for and then in the second year i gave birth to our son Jeremy Jrn. that made my husband so proud of me and he loved me even more then two years later our daughter arrived oh! my she was heaven sent i mean she was such an angel that's the best word i can use and we named her Angel. On our eleventh anniversary Jeremy called to say he had a meeting and won't make it for our weekend trip, i was mad and believe me i thought of going all the way to his office to cause a scene but then i figured i was bigger than that. Then he started keeping late nights, stopped eating my food and in a little while our beautiful marriage became unbearable. He was cheating obviously and i found out who she was but i never confronted her. I had only one weapon, my mother taught me to pray in situation like this. I hurt so much that i was lost to the world even when the children talked to me i had no voice to reply. In my room all i did was cry, when Jeremy was home i was still the good wife irrespective of all that was happening. I prayed and prayed nothing seemed to be happening at first, but one day while i was on my knees asking God to restore my home, still praying my husband touched me and when i turned i found the man i married looking at me with so much love with tears in his eyes he held me and knelt down asking me to pray for him. I did and i was happy to have my husband back from the clutches of the strange woman. I was happy to know that God never left me, He was always there and he was right on time.
Jeremy the husband entangled with two women, his wife and mistress. Subdued by voodoo but released by grace. Men watch and pray most of these people you get entangled with are pushed by certain spirits. All you need is one woman, your wife or who ever you have chosen to compliment you.
Bukola the one with the low self esteem represents young girls who go after what's really not their's when they should put more energy into being just like Latoya the successful one and the one with the husband. Judging from her view she needed love but there was no one to give her that or she was rather impatient to wait for hers so she latched onto the next 'unavailable man'. At the end she was left with no legs, voice or man....she lost. There are a lot of girls like Bukola my only advise to you is to stop making excuses to suit your mischief-making purposes. Dad left my mum ok, i have no one to take care of me big deal, there are a million people out there who struggle hard and rise up to fame without any backing but God. Work hard and stop chasing after gold that is not yours to keep.
Latoya the one who is at the base of the triangle. she was stepped on by both husband and mistress but she still held on to her values. Remember hell had no fury like a woman's scorn but her approach was different many might think she was too soft but causing a quarrel would have ended her marriage perhaps, killing her husband she would still lose him all the same. All she wanted back was her love, her husband and family. To every praying woman continue what you know how to do best , that is your only answer to victory at all times.
At the end of the day all that matters is God, love, prayers, perseverance, and the spirit of forgiveness. Put all these in you daily regimen it helps a lot, not just in your marriage but every aspect of your life.
Morning darlings, hope you enjoyed the triangle? Have a blessed and favoured day.
Ciao
Darlings
xoxo...........
I write......
After reading this I just tot to myself "Wow" the way a lot of men take prayer for granted is unbelievable, and this is an example of what can happen to you if God is not the starter and finisher of your day..Your wife or mother or sister or anyone can pray for u but that prayer is not enough, yours has to be the icing on the cake. Salvation really is personal and I cannot stress it enough. The power of a praying husband can kill and destroy lustful forces. I encourage all men today to start praying twice as much as they usually do. Prayer is the key..communication is the key to a successful relationship so if you want that relationship with God then communicate with Him often and the Holy Spirit will always direct your path and you can never go astray. Read your bible, pray, teach your children to do the same. Taking the time to meditate on Gods word is a good medicine for our souls. Prayer is us talking to God, reading the Bible is God talking to us.....Don't let a day go by where you don't hear Gods voice...God bless your eyes for reading xxx
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