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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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Love, lies and heartbreaks: The ups and downs of unidentified relationships

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By Suliah Lawal

Roheemah, a self-proclaimed play girl, never thought she would find someone she thought would be her forever. It took her years to finally find someone she loved, but her first experience with love didn’t end well.

She had never had a guy show her love and affection, and when she finally tried love for the first time, it didn’t work out. She was getting attached to Lolu’s love, but she didn’t know how to love him right, and he eventually got tired of her and ended things.

Life moved on quickly, and Roheemah gained admission to the university of her choice.

She forgot about Lolu too soon, but still had flashbacks of their wonderful moments together. She thought he was her first and last love, and her plan was to have fun and not get attached to anyone.

However, when she met Oluwadamilare (Dami) while helping a friend campaign for a post, she didn’t know that karma would catch up with her.

They started talking, met each other, and she was drawn to his innocent and calm nature. He helped change her perspective on love, and her friends supported their relationship, wanting her to settle down with someone.

At first, Roheemah didn’t love Dami, but she was hoping to love him someday. She left her old life behind and started a new one with him. He took her on her first date, loved her, and showed her he was into her.

He introduced her to his family and friends, and she thought he was different. However, she soon discovered that he lied about little things, and their relationship was built on a foundation of lies.

She was hurt and wanted to end things, but he wasn’t ready to give up on her. After much begging, they went back to each other and promised not to lie to each other again.

Their relationship continued, and Roheemah tried her best to love Dami and not make mistakes. She sought advice from people on how to get him to love her and was willing to do things for him because he was different.

Far and near, their love was still intact, and she only told her close friends about her relationship when she knew he was actually into her.

Finally, she started loving him after months of being together, and that’s when guys started chasing her even more. She stuck to Dami and used others as a cruise, but their relationship wasn’t perfect because she wasn’t used to many things he thought were normal.

She didn’t notice that her soulmate was gradually detaching from her, and when she found out, she was already deeply in love with him.

They fought constantly, which she thought helped her love for him grow, but he lost his love for her. When she found out he was annoyed, she became restless, and she thought they were going places together.

Suddenly, she started noticing weird chats on his phone, and he would apologise and move on. She felt like their relationship was about fighting, settling, and getting back together.

She didn’t give up on him, but he did, and she was left heartbroken once again.

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My unsettling encounter with a Yahoo+ guy

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In November 2020, I had a chilling experience at a bar in Alimosho, Lagos. I had stopped by for a drink and snack after meditating at home.

When I tried to pay, the waitress informed me that someone had already covered my bill. Assuming it was a prank or a kind stranger, I called my friends to join me.

When they arrived, I asked the waitress again if I needed to pay, and she confirmed that my bill was taken care of.

Curious, I asked to meet the person who had paid for me. The waitress pointed to a slim guy sitting with four girls in the corner.

As I approached him, he stood up and greeted me with a bow. To my surprise, it was Ahmed, a former junior student of mine from secondary school.

I was happy to see him doing well, but our conversation took a dark turn. He revealed that his wealth came from questionable sources and warned me not to pray for anyone’s kind of money if the source wasn’t clear.

He shared his story, telling me that he had made a ritual sacrifice to help his parents but was now bound by strict rules. He couldn’t help his family or stay in one place for too long, and his life was marked by a series of twisted sacrifices.

I was trembling with fear as he spoke, and his words left me unsettled. He offered me money, but I declined, sensing something was off.

He refused to give me his contact information, citing his need to constantly move and find new victims for his rituals.

Before parting ways, he made me promise not to reveal his secrets to his parents, fearing it would harm their mental health.

Our encounter left me shaken, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. I realised that the allure of quick wealth and power can lead people down dangerous paths, and I was grateful to have escaped the situation unscathed.

Ahmed’s story served as a warning, reminding me to be cautious and mindful of the company I keep.

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A Pastor’s story of redemption: How infidelity unveiled hidden truths and restored harmony

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In a community in Ogun State, a Pastor named Adeyemi and his banker wife embarked on a journey fraught with challenges, yet fueled by love and redemption.

As the dawn broke each day, Adeyemi’s wife, dedicated to her banking career, would immerse herself in work, leaving behind a trail of neglect in her household duties and marital intimacy.

Despite the Pastor’s pleas for affection, his wife remained steadfast in her distance, citing the demands of her profession.

In their midst stood a young house help, a silent witness to their domestic turmoil.

In a moment of vulnerability, Adeyemi confided in her, revealing the void in his marriage. Moved by empathy, the house help offered solace, igniting a clandestine affair.

One fateful day, fate intervened as Adeyemi’s wife returned home unexpectedly, stumbling upon the clandestine rendezvous.

Shocked and aggrieved, she swiftly dismissed the house help, confronting her husband with betrayal writ large.

In the aftermath of this revelation, a reckoning ensued. Stripped bare of pretense, husband and wife confronted their demons, laying bare the fractures in their union.

In an exchange, forgiveness blossomed, as each acknowledged their role in the unraveling of their marriage.

From the ashes of deceit arose a newfound commitment, as husband and wife embarked on a journey of reconciliation.

With humility and grace, they nurtured their bond, fostering a home filled with love, understanding, and mutual respect.

Their story, shrouded in secrecy, emphasised the resilience of the human spirit and the transformative power of forgiveness.

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