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  • I Married My Husband With Another Man Pregnancy

    I Married My Husband With Another Man Pregnancy

    I Married My Husband With Another Man Pregnancy

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    🧍🤰🧡 I Married My Husband With Another Man Pregnancy:

    I met my husband when I was a few weeks pregnant. I seduced him and we did it raw. I pinned the pregnancy on him and he believed me. He believes our daughter was born prematurely. She’s now 5 and very smart.

    My husband can move mountains for her. His love for her is out of this world. She goes to expensive schools and has everything she wants. Her biological father died when she was just one year old.

    My problem is that the biological fathers sister has been blackmailing me for the past three years. Her brother told her everything before he died. I pay her monthly to buy her silence, My problem now is that she’s becoming greedy. She says the price of food and transport has gone up and she wants an increase. I just can’t afford to pay her more.

    I’m stressed like nobody’s business because if my husband finds out, I don’t know what he’ll do to me and my daughter.

    The solution I have is scary, and I don’t want to go through that route again.

    Please help me, family. I need less risky idea. Your Advice 🙏

  • I Married My Husband When I Was 27 Years After My Youth Service

    I Married My Husband When I Was 27 Years After My Youth Service

    I Married My Husband When I Was 27 Years After My Youth Service

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    🤷 I Married My Husband When I Was 27 Years After My Youth Service:

    I married my husband when I was 27 years after my youth service. We wedded after my service. My husband is 45 years and i am 36 years old. The only person who never liked me was my mother inlaw because she said I am on the small size. That she doesn’t want a short woman. She later apologized anyways.

    4 Years into the marriage, my father inlaw called us for a meeting on 26th of December and told me that the 10 years old boy living with them is my husband’s son. That I will have to accept the boy and take him along to the city as we are travelling back. I was shocked because the whole thing was strange. My mother inlaw first told me that the boy belongs to her sister’s daughter.

    I told them immediately that I can’t take anyone along, that all these are strange. That I am pregnant and don’t need stress. That before I take him along, that my husband will have to explain to me why he lied to me in the first place. My mother inlaw bodly told me that I won’t come to her son’s house and dictate who lives and who stays.

    That if the boy won’t follow me, that I should go back to my father’s house from the village. My husband didn’t even say anything. We got into the room and he started apologising, kneeling down and saying sorry. My husband lives outside the country. I told him that I can’t take the boy, that he just have to continue living with his parents till I make up my mind.

    After a year, we brought the boy and his behaviour was off. So off that he beat my children so badly and my husband will tell me to caution him and not beat him. I tried to live with this boy and it was too much that I can’t handle his meaness towards me and the children and. So my husband’s mum visited us and took him along while she was going back.

    To cut my long story short. My mother inlaw took this boy to my husband’s elder sister’s house at Abuja. He started staying with her. I didn’t get to have any clue that my husband is making arrangements to take this boy with him. Nobody told me anything about this. My husband came back and stayed with us and I was the one that dropped him, off at the Airport not knowing that his eldest sister made all the arrangements, both the boy’s international passport etc.

    I heard from an outsider about this, so the lady told me everything and I confronted my husband, he said if he can’t stay with us, let him stay with him. I am feeling that I am in this marriage all by myself. I cry everyday and I am not concentrating at work again.

    I called my mother inlaw and she told me to not ask her any question, that father and son are now together so why am I disturbing everyone with calls up and down. That my husband takes care of me and the children, that do I need anything else from her son?.

    I have been a shadow of myself and everyone keeps telling me that it’s all my fault. My husband who has plans of bringing us over isn’t talking about it again. We hardly even discuss like husband’s and wife. He is coming back September ending and I don’t have any feelings or being enthusiastic about his coming back. What should I do? 9 Years of marriage with 2 children.

  • The Man I Married (Episode 3)

    The Man I Married (Episode 3)

    The Man I Married Episode 3

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    🧑‍💼 The Man I Married Episode Three: 💞

    I arrived Mando park at about 7pm but my phone was already off. I kept my things with an Hausa man who sells little provisions in a kiosk. I sat down to take a bottle of coke in his kiosk. ‘Please can I find a place in your kiosk to charge my phone as I take my coke?’ I asked the man. ‘E mana, you peet flug your pone hia!’ he responded in his Hausa intonation. I quickly brought out my charger out of my bag and plugged my phone.

    After five minutes I tried to put on my phone just to call Jude that I have arrived when I heard a beep, it was a text message from Jude. “I have tried your number severally but it was switched off, call me when you arrive”. Immediately I called him and it rang until it ended without a response.

    I dialed again and this time a man picked the call but it wasn’t Jude’s voice. ” Kai, kari ki kira wonon nonban kuma, karuwa” then the man ended the call. I managed to rehearse what the man said to my Aboki friend where I kept my things but I couldn’t pronounce most of the Hausa words well, so interpreting it for me was difficult. Until we got a third party who understands Hausa and English well who interpreted what the man said “stop calling this number again, you prostitute.” After 30 minutes, it dawned on me that thieves had stolen Jude’s phone.

    Immediately I called Abdul to inform him of the development. He tried to make some calls to help me out but all his efforts did not yield anything good. It was getting late already, I asked the kiosk man of the nearest hotel that is affordable and he called a cyclist to take me to a hotel in Kawo where a room is #4500 per night. I checked in at about 9pm.

    The following morning I took my bath and picked a taxi drop to Zammani College. Zammani college was not difficult to locate as it is one of the most popular schools in Kaduna.

    ‘Good morning sir,’ I greeted the security man on duty. ‘Good morning my daughter, how may I help you?’ He asked. ‘I am a Corper from Calabar, I am here in search of my boyfriend who is serving in this school.’ ‘We have four male Corpers in this school but I don’t know their names and no staff is around today being Saturday.’

    I quickly described Preye and he remembered him. ‘That’s Uncle maths, he said. They call him uncle maths because he teaches mathematics in the school. I can give you the vice principal’s number so you can call to enquire from her because I haven’t seen uncle maths in the school for almost three weeks now.’
    ‘Hello ma’am, my name is Sobiefaa Oghenetega, I came from Calabar in search of a Corper serving in your school, by name Preye David Oghenetega.’ ‘Okay, I guess he’s your brother right?’ ‘Yes madam,’ She thought we are siblings because of our surname. ‘He took permission to be away for two months to attend to some important life issues. He will be back next month.’ she said.

    My phone dropped from my hand with uncontrollable tears rolling through my cheeks. The old security man understood the whole drama as he shook his head in pity.
    When I got to my hotel room, more than one hundred thoughts ran through my mind in a jiffy. My aim of coming to Kaduna had been defeated, what’s the essence of spending another night in this hotel? I took my things and checked out, took a cab and headed straight to Mando park. The journey was rough because I couldn’t get a direct vehicle to Calabar but I eventually arrived Calabar on Monday morning. Life since then has not been the same for me without Preye.

    It’s now a month since I returned from Kaduna. The vice principal said Preye will be back in a month’s time. I picked my phone and scrolled to her number. ‘Good day ma’am, this is Sobiefaa Oghenetega, the lady that spoke to you about Corper Preye David Oghenetega last month.’ Okay, Preye’s sister, how are you?’ She asked. ‘
    I am fine ma, I’m calling to know if he is back.’ No, we haven’t seen him yet and we’ve been worried as well. We have reported to the state coordinator of NYSC. This is really worrisome, where could he be?’ She asked.

    ‘Thank you ma,’ And I hung up,my worries increase as …..

    TO Be Continued