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I had seen a lot of cases where guys come from abroad, get married to a lady, and then only come home to get them pregnant and leave them frustrated with multiple kids. I just wasn’t ready to take any chances
My story is a long one, but I intend to clear my name and explain everything in detail. I hope you will be patient enough to read it all.
It all started when I just finished school. A friend of my mom’s asked that I come to her place. When I got there, she told me how she had watched me grow and was impressed by my attitude. She pleaded that she would love for me to marry her son. My mom, my parents, and the whole family were in support of it, and they all pleaded that I consider her decision. I decided to give it a try.
We connected on social media, exchanged contacts, and did voice and video calls. He seemed to be a nice person, and we both liked each other. A date for the wedding was set on December 22nd, and he came and finalized everything. After the wedding, it’s true that I refused to get pregnant for him because I insisted on us being on birth control. I had seen a lot of cases where guys come from abroad, get married to a lady, and then only come home to get them pregnant and leave them frustrated with multiple kids. I just wasn’t ready to take any chances.
My husband was forced to get more serious and speed up the process of my papers so I could join him abroad. Luckily, my papers were ready in a few months, and I finally joined him in the States. This is where the problems all started.
While abroad for just four weeks, I noticed that my husband didn’t like me going out. All he wanted was for me to stay at home and wait for him. He didn’t even like me talking to neighbors. He asked me to make a list of food items I might need for a week or two, and he would take the list to the market himself, buy, and stock the kitchen with enough groceries to last at least a week or two. I stayed in America for over a year, stuck in my husband’s house. The only time I left the house was when he took me out during the weekend to have a few drinks and catch some fun.
For over a year, I kept pleading with my husband to grant me permission to start working and earning something, no matter how little, to at least help my poor parents and siblings back home and not run to him for everything. Please note that I am the first child. My siblings are all school dropouts, and my parents had to put all their resources and savings into me to see me through school. I really felt bad when my parents or siblings needed help, and I was unable to do anything about it because I fully depended on my husband for everything. Most times, I would run to him about my family problems, but he didn’t react in time or at all, using the excuse that he forgot.
On a very faithful day, luckily for me, after so much pressure and pleading, my husband finally accepted that I could go out for sport every morning and run around the neighborhood. In the course of that, I was lucky to have met some good friends who introduced me to their other friends. That’s when I started asking questions. Sometimes they would come around the house when my husband was at work, and we would chat. That’s how I was enlightened on so many things I had no clue of here abroad.
These same friends even helped me secure a job in a hospital to work as a nurse. I was so excited and told my husband, but he forbade me from taking the job, saying he didn’t bring me to America to work but brought me to be his wife, take care of his home, make babies, and certainly take care of them and make his meals. He insisted that it’s what a good wife does and that I must respect his decision as the chief commander of the house. I was shocked and disappointed to hear these words come out of my husband’s mouth.
However, I ignored him and insisted on working, hoping that he would come around. The week I started work, he started refusing to eat my food or talk to me. I still ignored it and acted like everything was okay. This went on for about two weeks, and he suddenly came around.
This man patiently waited until Christmas holiday and cajoled me into believing that we were going home to spend the holidays and celebrate with family and old friends. When we arrived in the country, he took me back to my parents. When the holidays were over, he abandoned me in the village and took a flight back to the States. I guess he wanted to teach me a lesson and probably break me. I spent almost two months in the village. Thank God I still had my phone, and I communicated with some friends who sympathized, helped me, and I was able to book a flight back to America.
For six months, my husband had no clue I was back in the States. He probably thought I was still in the village. I guess someone told him I was back, and he came to where I work to see for himself. I could see the shock, anger, and disappointment on his face when he saw me. A few weeks later, he asked me for a divorce, saying that I’m stubborn and disobedient to him and that my family is in support of my bad behavior. He has been insisting that my family refunds every dime he spent on me as “dowry.”
Can you believe that this man has been sending me threats of late, asking me to leave America? He says he picked me from the gutters and doesn’t want to see me in America. According to him, he was the one who brought me here in the first place, and if not for him, I would never have dreamed of coming to America. To be honest, I was shocked that my husband came public with this issue. I guess he wants to expose and embarrass me.
Derick, you’ve tormented me enough. Can you imagine that this man also blames me for our childlessness, accusing me of messing up my womb? God knows I’ve never indulged in such. Several tests carried out on me prove that I’m okay, but he refuses to do his own tests, insisting that he is okay because he once impregnated a girl in his school days. Because he once got a girl pregnant, he keeps insisting the fault is mine.
Well, Derick, I’m so happy to break this news to you. Your divorce papers have been signed. Yes, I’ve found someone so sweet and a million times better than you. I’m a month pregnant by him, and we’re getting married in two months. Guess what? You’re invited. We’ll be so delighted to see you at our wedding. You asked that your “dowry” be refunded. Well, I’ve talked to my family, and everything will be refunded in full payment anytime you’re ready. You also insist that I leave the States because you do not want to see me here. I promise you, if you continue like this, I’ll be forced to dial 911, and you sure do know what will happen. Please do not push me any further.
In recent weeks, Prophet Jeremiah Omotosho, a notable figure in the Nigerian religious community, has become the center of a heated controversy. This drama unfolds as “Very Dark Man” challenges the authenticity of Prophet Omotosho’s spiritual products, leading to a legal dispute that has caught the attention of many.
Prophet Omotosho is renowned for offering spiritual guidance and selling items claimed to possess miraculous properties, including soap, water, and LED bulbs. These products are marketed as having the power to heal and bring wealth, with prices sometimes exceeding $1500.
The controversy began when “Very Dark Man” questioned the legitimacy of these claims. He demanded proof of the NAFDAC (National Agency for Food and Drug Administration and Control) number associated with the soap and called for transparency about the spiritual materials used. In response, Prophet Omotosho has filed a lawsuit against “Very Dark Man,” alleging defamation and demanding an investigation.
The case has ignited a broader debate about the ethics of monetizing spiritual services. Here are some key concerns of the public:
- Exploitation of Faith: Critics argue that selling spiritual items at such high prices exploits individuals’ faith and desperation. The hefty price tags on these items raise ethical questions about the intentions behind their sale.
- Lack of Transparency: The absence of clear information regarding the ingredients and spiritual efficacy of these products has fueled skepticism. People are demanding more transparency about what exactly is being sold and whether these products genuinely deliver on their promises.
- Reputation of the Church: The scandal surrounding Prophet Omotosho has broader implications for the Christian community. When high-profile religious leaders become embroiled in controversies, it can erode public trust in the church and its leaders.
The ongoing lawsuit highlights the contentious nature of this issue. The outcome of this legal battle could set a precedent for how similar cases are handled in the future and might influence the practices of other religious leaders.
The situation with Prophet Jeremiah Omotosho serves as a crucial reminder of the complex dynamics at play when faith and commerce intersect. As legal proceedings continue, it is essential for both religious leaders and followers to consider the ethical implications of selling spiritual services and to advocate for greater transparency and integrity within the faith community, else the Christian community would be jeopardized by fake prophets and extortion of the general public.
source: https://www.churchpost.name.ng/2024/08/the-controversy-surrounding-prophet.html
Viral Gist
My mom was everything to me. Unfortunately, after we lost my dad, my mom fell into deep depression, and her mental illness has since taken her to another level
My Journey with My Mentally Ill Mother
My mom was everything to me. Unfortunately, after we lost my dad, my mom fell into deep depression, and her mental illness has since taken her to another level. But despite everything, I have never forgotten my mom or the sacrifices she made for me. It’s because of her, and by God’s grace, that I am here today. Every day, I bring her food, clean up her bed, and take care of her, even though it breaks my heart to see her this way.
It hurts deeply when people refer to me as “that daughter of a mad woman.” But I will never deny my mom. Most people who come close to me often distance themselves once they realize that I’m the daughter of a well-known mentally ill woman in the market. They mock me because of my mom’s condition, but I stand firm in my love and respect for her.
Mommy, I love you. You remain my mom, and nothing will ever change that. You gave birth to me, and I’m here to stay by your side. I will always love you, and I promise that I’ll never abandon you, Mama.
Sometimes, I can’t help but envy my friends whose moms are all okay, and I wish everything were fine with you, Mommy. But despite everything, you are still my mother, and my love for you will never fade.
Viral Gist
Look at me now—a child abandoned by her own mother when she was just 7 months old. My story is one of pain, survival, and ultimately, triumph
I was raised by my grandmother, but at age 7, I lost her too. My father took me in, and I was overjoyed at the thought of finally living with him. Little did I know, it was the beginning of a long, dark chapter in my life. My stepmother was cruel, subjecting me to all kinds of maltreatment. There were times I went hungry for days, starved to the point where I would see darkness in broad daylight. Once, in desperation, I ate our dog’s leftover food, only to be caught by the neighbor’s son. His mother later called me over and asked if it was true. Terrified, I begged her not to tell my stepmother, knowing she would punish me severely for not throwing the food away.
That kind woman wept for me and promised to give me food every day in secret. She kept that promise until we moved away. But as if starving me wasn’t enough, my stepmother also resorted to brutal beatings. She would flog me mercilessly until I fainted at times. She would apply pepper to my private parts, eyes, armpits, and neck, tie me up, and abandon me in one of the toilets for hours without food. When I begged for water, she would cruelly tell me to drink my own excrement and urine. I shed tears whenever I remember these things—I was living in hell on earth.
Despite all these horrors, I was bright academically and loved by God and many kind people. I knew that the only way to escape this suffering was through education, so I never joked with my studies. I was determined to succeed, and I did.
So you see, I have every right to be hateful, bitter, jealous, arrogant, sad, negative, and toxic—but I chose not to be. For years, my stepmother has been trying to reach me. But if I’m honest, I don’t know if I’m ready for her. And as for my mother, who chose to leave me—her own daughter, her firstborn—just because she had issues with my father, wherever you are, Momma, I want you to know this: The daughter you abandoned 29 years ago has finally achieved her dreams, even without the love of a father or mother. She is now a great woman in society.
This version emphasizes your strength and resilience while maintaining the emotional depth of your story. It highlights your achievements and the choices you’ve made despite the challenges you faced.
