My name is Evelyn and I am 46 of age. 15years ago, I met this decent, handsome, God fearing man in church. That day, He was sat next to me. All through the service, I kept wishing and praying that God would give me a man like this as a husband. By mere looking at him, you could tell that he had all any woman would ask for. He appeared so gentle, stern and kind. Our first communication was prompted when the pastor asked us to say something to our neighbor. But he jokingly said the direct opposite of what the pastor asked us to say. We both laughed about it then, he helped me pick up my bible. Also, at the end of the service, he commended my dressing and asked for my phone number. That was how we started to communicate constantly, though as ordinary friends.
My dream finally came true! 14months later, he proposed. I was so grateful to God because I had discovered during the course of our friendship that any woman whom this man marries would live a ”heaven on earth” kind of life. In short, he was just perfect. He could even cook and his hobbies were clothes washing and dish washing. Aside that he also loved sweeping.
I thought I had seen it all until we started courting. He was a great giver, a forgiver and a sincere lover of God. All the time we were friends till our friendship transitioned to courtship, I had never visited him neither did he ever visit me. We always had to meet somewhere. Most times in a restaurant.
Three months into our courtship, we decided to do our Introduction so that we could begin plans for the wedding. After about 6 weeks later, the introduction was done. By God’s grace it went perfectly well.
One day, I thought to myself, ”why has this man refused to show me where he lived? Is there something he is hiding? How can I marry a man whose residence I do not know?”
So, I began my research. I finally succeeded in tracing his house address and then made up my mind to pay him a surprise visit. Well, it didn’t matter to me how his reactions would be because I felt within me that I was doing the right thing. Come to think of it- ”what if he was married or already had a kid?” ”NO ONE CAN BE COMPLETELY TRUSTED”
That faithful Saturday afternoon, I was at David’s door post. As expected, he was very surprised to see me. He didn’t even want to let me in at first but after about 10 mins, he allowed me in under the condition that I wouldn’t stay long. To that, I agreed but, in pretense….
When I eventually stepped into his living room, I couldn’t believe what I saw! In fact I was dazed by… In short, I was dazed by the furnishings of the house. He lived in an expensively decked apartment. I just couldn’t figure out the reason behind his not letting him visit because there was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Then 10 minutes into my visit, things went wrong. He just started touching me. I screamed! I couldn’t believe he could do such a thing. He was way too matured and moral for that. We wrestled a little and then he finally raped me.
I left immediately, crying all the way home. About an hour after I reached my house, I got a text from him and it read….
This is the reason why I do not allow female visitors to my house. I have a very low self control when I am alone with a lady especially, in my house. I love you so much… Please forgive me
Well, I didn’t reply him until about 2 months later. I was really angry and had made up my mind to call the wedding off because there’s no way in life that he would never be alone with a woman. To me, a man with such a terrible weakness could rape my friends, sisters or even my mother then!
A month after the incident, I noticed that I didn’t have my monthly visitor. Again, the month after that, I noticed the same thing so, I went for a pregnancy test. That was when I had a sudden rethink about calling -off the wedding. I called him and told him I had forgiven him and broke the news about my pregnancy. After a long but sad discussion, we reached a decision that I would go live with him till I deliver so that he could support me through out the period of the pregnancy after all, we had done our introduction and would be getting married soon. We also decided to do the wedding after I had delivered the baby because I didn’t want a wedding picture with big belly. To, me it was too shameful.
Finally, the baby came. We were both very happy to have her. We had started to put things in place for the wedding again, when David came home in tears with very red eyes as though he had been crying for a good number of hours….. Then, after about some minutes of silence, he finally broke the news….. He had to leave for the UK because a few hours ago, he was duped of all the money he had and so he needed to join his elder brother over there to start afresh. In short, THERE WAS NO MONEY!
Well, I liked the idea of his traveling abroad because, he said he planned to come back after a year, do the wedding and take us with him. So, we dropped all the wedding preparations and began to sell some of our properties to raise money for his trip and his new business.
He traveled to the UK 6 months later and after that, I never heard from him again until about 4 months after when he called.
On the call, he told me that he had been in prison for forged papers but, he assured me that his brother was taking good care of the issue and that he would be out soon. And then he began to call more often but, after about 6 months I didn’t hear from him again. The silence lasted for about 3 years and then he suddenly called. That day, he called to beg me for my forgiveness. He said I should forgive him for the long silence and for not keeping to the initial plan. He also pleaded for my prayers so that he could be freed and that all the efforts to get him out of prison had not turned out well. He also lamented about how his absence may have been affecting our daughter and how he wished he was here to watch her grow, etc…
Because of the way he sounded genuine, I decided to forgive him. This time I became more prayerful, moving from one pastor to another. Sadly, I didn’t hear from David again after that call. Well, I felt he wasn’t calling because of the whole prison situation and that it was just an indication for me to pray more.
On the other hand, other men were coming to ask for my hand in marriage but, they all wanted me to do away with the child I had with David. And that, I was unwilling to do. I loved her so much that I didn’t even consider leaving her with my mom or any one else. I was so attached to her. In short, we went everywhere and did everything together. I just could not drop my only long time companion with someone, just like that because I wanted to marry a man. Besides I trusted David. I was sure he would return some day. I was determined to wait for him and not betray his trust at least for the child’s sake.
Then one faithful afternoon the very year my daughter turned 10, David called making a very unusual and frightening request. He…. He asked me to process all our daughter’s papers so she could come over. He emphasized that, their seeing his biological daughter and how big she had grown without a father, would also facilitate his release from prison. Well, one would think I’d jump at that and immediately do what he asked me to do without giving it a second thought. However, that was the first time I lost interest in waiting for him. I went to a pastor who had prayed for me sometime back to explain the situation to him. He laughed and warned me not to send the girl adding that I was going to regret it if I did.
On the other hand my daughter had been getting it real hot from bullies at her school. Students from her school call her ”wasted sperm”, ”bastard”, ”wedlock” and some other irritating names. They shun her every time saying she’s fatherless.
Well, it started when they had a Father’s day treat at school. The school made it very compulsory that every dad, no matter who you were or where you lived to attend or else the child would be asked to leave the school. When my daughter came home to tell me of the news and the threat, I told her to tell them that her dad is in prison and wouldn’t make it. I guess she gave it a thought and felt that they’d laugh at her if she said that her dad is in prison so she decided to tell them at school that she had no dad. She thought that would be the best but it earned her a lot of bullying. When she eventually told me that she wanted to leave the school, I refused. My reason was that, there was no other school as good as hers. In fact, it took me lots of trouble and so much efforts to get her into that school. Been one of the most popular and leading schools in Nigeria, I kept encouraging her to ignore the bullies and concentrate on the reason she was there: her books and that with time, she’ll overcome.
At last, I made up my mind to inform her of her dad’s request. And when I did, she jumped with joy at the idea. She didn’t even feel sad that she’d have to leave me. I guess at that time, having a father like all her friends was all that meant to her.
She was so joyful and on seeing how excited and willing she was to go, I decided to consent to her dad’s request. I consoled myself with the thought that once David is freed he’d definitely return home with my daughter.
So, I processed all her paper’s and sent her off.
After she left, you wouldn’t believe that I didn’t hear from neither David nor my daughter for 6 months. I almost ran mad. It was then I remembered the warning of that pastor who prayed for me. So, I gathered courage and went to him again. This time he advised me not to panic but pray more. He also rebuked me for not yielding to his warnings. After that, he prayed with me and I went home.
On the evening of that same day,I decided to go through my e-mail when I suddenly saw the most devastating mail in my entire life. The mail was from my daughter with pictures of her with swollen eyes and lips and below the pictures she explained all that had happened since she arrived. It read thus ……. ”Mummyyyyyyyy…. I have been trying to reach you. I want to come home. Please come and get me. I can’t stay here anylonger.
This woman beats me everyday. She’s daddy’s wife. and they have 2 kids. I don’t go to school and she makes me do all the house work. She keeps saying she’d kill me. Daddy is not like her.
He treats me well. He brought me here with the consent of this aunty so that I could enjoy but he didn’t know she’d change like this. I guess her real intention for allowing daddy bring me here is to have a maid. He doesn’t allow me handle phones because he doesn’t want you to find out that he’s been lying to you. He married as soon as he got here in other to become a citizen. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you because it’ll break your heart. Daddy told me he had plans to return but he later changed his mind. He said he’d settle you financially. Daddy is scared to tell you the truth.
Mummyyyy….This woman may actually kill me someday. Those were the photos of today when she beat me blue back just because I didn’t feed her dog ontime….
Mummy there’s a lot to tell you but I sneaked daddy’s old system to do this. For now, no one is aware that I have an email address. Please do not tell daddy about this mail whenever he calls you. I’d be in real soup”
Readers, she sent that mail a month before I read it and till now I have neither heard from her nor her dad. In fact, that was the first and only mail she has sent till this very moment and, I do not know what to. In short, I cry all day always flashing back to the day I pushed that child in the labor room. It really pains me today that she lives with that liar who cannot do anything about his daughter been maltreated. Currently, I have no knowledge of her well being.
OH MY BELOVED DAUGHTER!!!
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