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I wish I never met my ex-wife

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By Abimbola Abatta

Never in a million years would I have ever imagined that I would be single at 50 years old. It has been 20 years since I divorced my ex-wife, Jessica. And it was the best decision of my life because marrying her was the greatest mistake of my life. I have spent the last 20 years regretting that single mistake. We were only married for five years.

I was 25 when I got married to Jessica, who was 23 at the time. We were both in love with each other, the envy of the youths in our area in Ibadan, Oyo State. It was love at first sight. I was on 100 level while she was a pre-degree student when our paths crossed that year. By the time I was in my final year (500 level), she was also in 400 level of her 4-year course. And our love had grown stronger like an Iroko tree.

Our family already accepted us. Our parents had started planning our wedding, considering how much we loved eachother. In the first semester of my final year, Jessica got pregnant. Of course, I was the one who impregnated her, I thought then. Before we knew it, we were married. It was as if our parents had been waiting for that moment because when we told them, rather than rebuke or condemn us, it was jubilation galore.

For a background information, Jessica is the only child of her parents while I am from a family of five, which includes two boys and a girl. I am the second boy. My ex-wife’s parents had been on her neck to give them a child because they had her late. And they were eager to see their grandkids.

Six months after the wedding, and as luck would have it, Jessica gave birth to twins, two boys. Our joy knew no bounds. Our family was the happiest on earth. Three years after that, we had a beautiful baby girl. And we decided to put a full stop to child bearing.

We were already in the fourth year of the marriage. I felt like the happiest man on earth. I was 29, with three kids and a beautiful wife. I had a successful business. We were literally living a dream. We lacked nothing. As a couple, my wife and I barely quarrelled. Even the few times we did within those first four years, we reconciled before the day went down.

However, misfortune struck a few days to our fifth wedding anniversary. I decided to check my wife’s phone. To be honest, I never intended to check it. I had never had any reason to doubt her faithfulness before then. But I heard one of my twins asked her to put in her password so he could watch a cartoon on her phone. Afterwards, the child sat in the living room beside me to watch the animation where I was working on a spreadsheet on my laptop.

First, the fact that the child asked for his mother’s password piqued my interest. I had never locked my phone with a password. And I had always assumed she never locked hers. She had picked up my calls so many times. While we were dating, there’s no reason for putting passwords on our phones, too.

So, I trusted my intuition, and I asked the child to give me the phone. At this point, my wife was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. As I collected the phone, a notification popped up on the screen. And somehow, my fingers opened it before I could stop them short.

What I saw was horrible. I thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t. It was as real as my hands. It was a message from my elder brother. How did I know? His profile picture gave him away. The new message was short: “when will my children know me?” At first, it didn’t make sense. But as I scrolled up to check their previous chats, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit in.

To confirm what I had read, I did a paternity test on the three kids. Of course, I was subtle with it. I had a doctor friend who helped me out. I found a way to get my brother’s hair. The results came in on our anniversary day. When my friend called, a part of me really hoped it would be a figment of my imagination. But I was in for a shock. The children I thought I had fathered were not mine. They were my brother’s children.

I collected the results, made photocopies, and wrapped them up neatly. I called my lawyer, and he helped me prepare the divorce papers. When I got home, many of the guests who had come to celebrate our anniversary with us had arrived. I apologised for coming late. Of course, my brother, the traitor, was there.

Right in front of the guests, I gave the wrapped paternity tests to her. She unwrapped it, and of course, she was speechless. Tears trickled down her face. The guests thought they were tears of joy. But I had come in prepared. I had screenshots of the damning chats between the two monsters. I projected the images for all to see. I displayed the paternity results too on the projector. For those who might not understand, I told them my brother was the father of the three children. I dropped the divorce papers and told her my lawyer would communicate with her. She had just a week to vacate my house with the three bastards.

I did not wait for any explanation because nothing could ever justify such monstrosity. Apparently, they had been cheating on me, and I never knew. I was foolish to love someone so much only to have them pay me back with trauma. I have been in Australia since that incident. And I have not been able to trust another woman again. To me, once bitten, a million times shy. Never again will I be a slave to love. Never!

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From Okada rider to first-class graduate: Hezekiah’s inspiring journey

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Toyinbo Hezekiah’s story is one of determination and resilience. Toyinbo is 30 years old, he hails from Igude village in Ogun State, Nigeria.

Despite the weight of financial burden and the grind of unconventional work, Toyinbo clings steadfastly to a singular dream: the pursuit of higher education. With each brick laid and every mile traversed on his motorcycle, Toyinbo’s determination burns brighter, illuminating the path towards his ultimate goal – to grasp the coveted title of graduate.

When he started his degree in Animal Breeding and Genetics at the Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta, he didn’t aim for top grades. His main goal was to earn his degree.

However, his journey took an unexpected turn when he achieved a GPA of 5.0 in his third year. This success opened his eyes to the possibility of graduating with first-class honors.

Throughout his academic journey, Toyinbo’s passion for learning never wavered. From excelling in primary school to navigating challenges in secondary school, he remained focused on his goals. Despite growing up in a farming-focused village where education wasn’t emphasised, Toyinbo’s determination to succeed propelled him forward.

During his university years, Toyinbo faced numerous challenges, including financial hardships and balancing work with studies. While his classmates relied on support from family and friends, Toyinbo had to borrow money to pay for his exams and immediately start working to repay his debts.

Despite these obstacles, Toyinbo’s dedication paid off. He graduated as the top student in his department with a first-class honours degree, achieving a remarkable GPA of 4.55.

However, the recognition he received during convocation was minimal, leaving him feeling unsatisfied.

Reflecting on his journey, Toyinbo remains optimistic about the future. He has already immersed himself in farm work, rearing various breeds of chickens and providing free consultation to aspiring farmers.

His ultimate goal is to further his education and become a professor specializing in animal science and research.

When asked about his advice for underprivileged individuals aspiring to continue their studies, Toyinbo emphasised taking initiative and starting with what they have. He believes that with determination and trustworthiness, anyone can change their story, just as he did.

Toyinbo’s story is didactical, as it emphasises the need for perseverance and hard work, even the most unlikely dreams can become a reality.

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From Nigeria to Australia: A journey of resilience and reinvention

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Leaving Nigeria behind was a monumental decision, one that altered the course of my life forever. Even with a comfortable salary and years under my belt, I took the leap, knowing that the grass might just be greener elsewhere.

The initial months in Australia were anything but easy. Despite my efforts to secure an accounting job, rejection letters flooded my inbox, highlighting my lack of Australian experience and certifications. It was a tough pill to swallow, especially for someone accustomed to professional success.

Yet, amid the turmoil, my wife emerged as my unwavering rock, shouldering our financial burdens single-handedly. As an Igbo man, the notion of relying on my wife for sustenance struck at the core of my identity, nearly plunging me into despair.

Determined not to succumb to defeat, I pivoted my approach. Embracing versatility, I enrolled in a forklift training program, swiftly obtaining my license. But I didn’t stop there. Armed with a newfound resolve, I pursued certifications in disability support work, expanding my skill set exponentially.

Transitioning to warehouse employment was a pragmatic move, albeit temporary. While it didn’t fulfill my ultimate career aspirations, it provided stability in uncertain times. In Australia, opportunities abound for individuals of all ages, fostering a culture of inclusivity and productivity.

However, amidst the allure of order and security, nostalgia for Nigeria lingered. The opulent displays of authority, once commonplace, were replaced by a more egalitarian ethos. Here, respect for the law reigned supreme, contrasting sharply with the pervasive corruption back home.

Health and well-being underwent a remarkable transformation as well. Escaping the clutches of recurrent malaria, I marveled at the absence of illness in my new environment. Even my children thrived academically, flourishing in a system that prioritised excellence.

In hindsight, the decision to migrate was unequivocally the right one. Despite the trials and tribulations, the dividends reaped in terms of quality of life and financial stability outweighed any hardships endured.

As I reflect on my journey, I’m acutely aware of the toll migration can exact on familial bonds. The specter of divorce looms ominously, a testament to the complex interplay of cultural adaptation and interpersonal dynamics.

My story serves as a testament to the transformative power of resilience and reinvention. For those contemplating a similar path, heed this advice: seize the opportunity for a better life, but tread carefully, for the road ahead is fraught with challenges and unforeseen consequences.

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Finding hope in despair: Nancy’s story of perseverance and redemption

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In the wake of her father’s untimely demise when she was just nine years old, Nancy’s life took a challenging turn.

Her mother, facing financial hardships, struggled to pay for Nancy’s education, eventually leading her to enroll in a public school in Alimosho Local Government.

Despite the adversity, Nancy remained diligent, excelling in her studies throughout her academic journey.

Her determination and hard work paid off as she secured admission to the prestigious University of Ilorin to pursue a degree in Medicine & Surgery.

However, the financial burden remained a constant obstacle, with her single mother barely able to make ends meet. Undeterred, Nancy took matters into her own hands, juggling multiple jobs and even resorting to borrowing loans to fund her education.

Tragedy struck again during Nancy’s final year at medical school with the passing of her beloved mother, leaving her devastated.

Despite the emotional turmoil, Nancy persevered, determined to complete her education. It was during this challenging time that she crossed paths with Daniel, who offered to support her financially.

Initially grateful for Daniel’s assistance, Nancy soon found herself trapped in a toxic relationship. Daniel’s controlling behavior escalated, and Nancy found herself coerced into unwanted physical intimacy.

Despite the turmoil, Nancy completed her studies and returned to Lagos to start afresh.

Her resilience and determination caught the attention of Mr. Nnamdi, who saw beyond her past hardships and recognised her potential.

Initially hesitant to trust again, Nancy eventually opened her heart to Mr. Nnamdi, and their relationship blossomed into marriage.

Today, Nancy’s story serves as a testament to the power of perseverance and resilience in the face of adversity.

From humble beginnings to owning her businesses and three cars, Nancy’s journey is a true inspiration, proving that with grit and determination, one can overcome even the greatest of challenges.

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