Tag: Peter

  • The Billionaire Bride (Prologue)

    The Billionaire Bride (Prologue)

    The Billionaire Bride Prologue

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    👰 The Billionaire Bride PROLOGUE: ❣️

    🔸👩‍❤️‍👨 {Claiming His Woman} ❣️🔸

    GENRE; Romance.

    THEME; Savage Adoration.

    🔥 PROLOGUE: 🔥

    The story begin when June Peter boyfriend (Wayne Nelson) is taken as hostage by a notorious loan shark.

    Desperate to save him, June promise to do whatever they want as long as they let Wayne go.

    But what she didn’t expect is that they will ask her to pretend to be the wife of a man suffering from memory loss.

    ” All you have to do while acting as his wife is to get him to sign this document, a document which will get me to own all of his wealth ”

    June thought it easy since she only have to get him to sign a document but things went in a different direction when her husband began showing a great deal of interest in her.

    “Why do I feel that we aren’t really a couple?” Damian Brooks ask, starring at the petite little thing who claim to be his wife.

    “But we are a couple! We really are! What do you want me to do to prove it, uh?” June ask.

    “Kiss me” he said, his arms snaking around her waist to pull her into his arms.

    What will June do when her sudden husband finds her attractive and interesting?

    And don’t forget about June boyfriend, who’s still in the scene.

    How will things be for June?

    Wanna find out right? Then don’t miss out on this story, cos It’s gonna be lit as always ✌️

  • Fear Women!

    Fear Women!

    Fear Women

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    🤷 Fear Women:

    Two friends Peter and Emmanuel were walking home and a lady happened to be bløwing a kīss to one of them from the window of a three story building.
    Their conversation went as follows:

    PETER: Man, look at that chick, she is a bl0wing k!ss at me…

    EMMANUEL: Guy, leave that one, don’t mind her.
    (Then the lady signaled to him to come)

    PETER: Man that babe is cālling me!

    EMMANUEL: My friend, don’t go.

    PETER: Why would you ask me not to go when a fine babe like this cālls me?

    EMMANUEL: Peter, I beg you, don’t go, please don’t go there(feeling pity)

    (Peter ignøred him and went over to the lady, she went down to meet him and they both went upstairs. Suddenly as they were about to have fun, they heard a car honking) 🔊🔊

    Lady: (checking through the window) Yoh! That’s my hussy !!

    PETER: Shucks! I’m in trøuble, right?!!

    Lady: Don’t worry, just pretēnd like you’re the laundry man and iron these clothes (pointing at a heap of clothes)
    (Peter spent over five hours ironing clothes because the husband Nevēr left home again that day.)

    (The next day he went over to his Emmanuel’s place)

    PETER: Bro, can you believe that I ironed clothes for 5 hours yesterday???

    EMMANUEL: But I told you not to go. All those clothes you ironed, I WASHED THEM!!😂

    When an experienced person speaks… listen!😏🚶

  • In Love With A Church Girl (Episode 1)

    In Love With A Church Girl (Episode 1)

    In Love With A Church Girl Episode 1

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    👫 In Love With A Church Girl Episode One:

    My name is Peter but my friends call me Pet or LADIES bag
    The name LADIES BAG came as a result of my rough life in the college, back then in college I was the devil’s child, I was into hard drugs and womanizing. I Changed women like rapper.

    I hated God like kilode, going to church service was like going to funeral service, I disliked those people that claim church girls
    In my mind I see them as pretenders
    Meanwhile I am from a Christian home, my dad is an elder in his church and mum is the woman leader but I normally thought that God’s work was for old people not for fresh blood like me.

    And so I lived my life as if I owned it, I love night club and club babes because they’re fun to be with
    I had already decided to marry from the club I don’t have time for all those pretenders that wear long gown but more wicked than the devil I said

    No matter how rough my life was I always came out best during exams infact I graduated with First class despite my reckless life in the Uni
    I got a good paid job and life continues I spent most of my night in the club after all I’m financially stable and I’m not living under anyone.

    I was living comfortably I had just bought my second car and mom had been on my neck to get married but I told her marriage was no where near my calendar as far as I’m concern there was no better life than life in the club with so many ladies by your side

    I had this friend who is a church goer but we normally go to club at night together, he was about to get married and he asked me to be his Best Man I didn’t want to but had to because he’s My G.

    The day for the wedding came and we were all in church, yes my body was in church but my mind wasn’t there all that was running through my mind was how I will rock in the club at night I tried to be careful in the wedding so I won’t be tired in the night, if you ask me what did the pastor preach you won’t get any answer.

    I can’t even remember the topic let alone the message I couldn’t

    TO Be Continued

  • Billionaire Crush (Chapter 9)

    Billionaire Crush (Chapter 9)

    Billionaire Crush Chapter 9

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    🧏 Billionaire Crush Chapter Nine: 💞
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    (Attracted To Him No Matter What)

    🧡 NIKKY 🧡

    ….ON SATURDAY….

    ….. In The Restaurant…..

    I washed the plates in haste, I couldn’t wait to be done. I kept my phone close to me to make sure I don’t miss Peter’s calls.

    Since the day I said yes to him. I am beginning to fall in love with him, he was helping me forget all about Danny Farrow so fast. I haven’t even been hearing him on TV anymore, I wonder what’s wrong, a day wouldn’t pass without them talking about him, but this has changed. Well it’s for the good.

    A relationship isn’t as bad as I thought it is. Peter has been so so sweet to me, he carries me like an egg, he never wants to see me get hurt.

    What else do I want from a man? Peter has it all. Sticking to him is the best option.

    I was done with the dishes when my phone began to vibrate. In joy, i picked it up to see it was Peter calling.

    📲 Hi Peter Happily

    📲 Hey NIKKY, How are you?

    📲 Am great.

    📲 Are you done already?

    📲 Almost, you can start coming if you want.

    📲 I am outside already.

    📲 Really? Peeping outside through the window

    I saw him and I waved at him smiling widely.

    📲 I can’t wait for you to be done.

    📲 I will be there in 5.

    I hung up in haste and when I looked back i saw Bonna behind me, smiling so wide.

    “What?” I asked shyly.

    “Look at who is in love?” She asked making me smile.

    “Are you mocking me now?” I asked packing my bag.

    “Am not, I am happy for you. Finally you are done with his Danny Farrow issue of a thing.” She said making me laugh.

    “That was long time ago. This time is Peter’s, and nothing or no one will take him from me.” I said proudly.

    “That’s the spirit baby girl. I wish you best of luck on your dinner tonight.” She said kissing my cheeks.

    “Thank you. Bye.” I said running out of the kitchen heading to the door where Peter stood. I opened the door and jumped on him happily. He caught me in his hand rolling me, and making me laugh.

    “You missed me right?” I asked pecking his lips.

    “Of course I did miss you.” He replied smiling.

    “Hmm, put me down already.” I said but he shook his head.

    “That won’t be happening.” He said making me laugh.

    “Come on Peter, we can’t move like this.” I said looking into his handsome face.

    “I didn’t say it will be like this.” He said putting me down and squatting in front of me.

    “What are you doing?” I asked smiling.

    “Waiting for my girl to climb on my back.” He said making me giggle.

    “Are you sure you can carry me?” I asked and he nodded.

    “Of course I can. So come on, we can’t be late.” He said and I climbed on his back carefully, holding my bag firmly.

    He stood up and backed me well making me laugh out loud.
    “What?” He asked walking down the street.

    “I never knew you could carry me.” I said and I saw him smile.
    “Why won’t I be able to.” He replied giggling.

    I went silent for some minutes staring at him as he walked.
    “I love you Peter.” I said kissing the side of his head.

    “I love you too Nikky.” He replied.

    “You are sounding tired. Put me down.” I said and he shook his head.

    “I am not tired. I am a man.” He said boastfully but I knew deep down he was weak already.

    “Peter put me down.” I said in a more serious tone making him stop walking.

    “Are you angry?” He asked.

    “If you don’t put me down i would be.” I said and he smiled dropping me.

    “Thank you.” He said smiling.

    “Thank you. I know you are weak already. Come lets move.” I said holding his hand down the street.

    🧡 DANNY 🧡

    ….IN LOS ANGELES 💒

    I dropped the only bag that came with me at the door step of the very old apartment I got myself with the little money with me.

    I stepped into the house carrying my bag in my hand. The apartment looked tattered but perfect for a poor man like me.

    The walked deeper into the house removing the cobwebs that stood on my way with my hand. This isn’t going to be easy, but it is worth doing.

    I dropped the bag on the only chair that was Available in the living room and walked into the other parts in the house.

    The kitchen looked rusty, and the toilet was nothing to write home about.

    “Danny calm down, be cool. You can do this, it’s just for the mean time. You would get used to it.” I said to myself breathing out loud.

    I rolled up my long sleeve ready to do some cleaning. I saw a bucket and I moved it under the tap that was in the kitchen.

    Luckily for me there was water, but it looked dirty. After running for some seconds, it became clearer and then clean.

    I sighed and picked up the sponge I saw close to window. I threw it into the water and squeezed it out.

    I began to clean the kitchen cabinets with it, the dirts were sticked to it.

    After cleaning the same spot for like five minutes, it finally became a little fair. I guess after 34 hours of cleaning the whole place I should be done.

    I moved to the other sides and kept cleaning, I felt so sweaty already.

    I was done cleaning and I moved to the living room checking out what I have done. It looked a little fair.

    I felt fufiled and I slammed into the single chair in the living room breathed hard.

    Living like this won’t be that easy at all. I just have to endure.
    I stood up from the couch and removed my clothes, I needed a shower badly, I was all sweaty and stinky.

    I moved to the shower naked and stood under it. I turned the tap and the water began to flow. At first it came slowly, but after some seconds it began to rush out.

    I quickly scrubbed my body with my hand before moving out of the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and brought our my other shirt and trouser.

    The shirt looked old, and so was the trousers. I wore them and looked at myself.

    “Time to look for a job.” I said to myself walking out of the house, holding absolutely nothing.

    TO Be Continued

  • His Golden Secret (Episode 14)

    His Golden Secret (Episode 14)

    His Golden Secret Episode 14

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    👲 His Golden Secret Episode Fourteen:
    .
    ✨ Being Perfect ✨
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    🧡 SAMANTHA’S POV 🧡

    I said to goodbye to Esther and hurriedly went to meet James. He said his goodbye to me for that day as I got in my limo. And Evans drove me home.
    I took a shower and went downstairs to eat dinner. Just as I was eating dinner I heard the living room door open and I guessed my parents must be home and I was right cause the were home, I suddenly chugged my glass of water and walked out of the dining room to see them and our suddenly recent guests.

    Mrs Joyce, her husband Steven and their little bit annoying son Peter who came last time and my parents are kind of forcing me to look at Peter, and it seems like they didn’t bring their little daughter Erica.
    “hey mom, dad, good evening” I smiled.

    “How you sweetie?” my mom asked and I replied Her with a smile and turned to our guests.
    “good evening , Mr Steven, Mrs Joyce” I said politely to impress my parents and my mom smiled so much that her lips almost fell.

    “Aww, I don’t if it’s me or your daughter is getting prettier and nicer everyday” Mrs Joyce said and my parents laughed. “she got that side from me” my mom said and they all laughed again and seriously I don’t get what’s funny.
    “hey” Peter smiled at me his deep dimple making a well on his cheeks.
    “hi” I smiled back, a faux smile to be clear.

    He tried to say a word but I ignored him and walked over to my mom, “mom should I help you with your bag?” I asked.
    “oh Samantha, it’s okay, have you eaten dinner?” my mom asked.
    “yeah” I nod.
    “too bad I wanted us all to have dinner together” my mom pouted.
    Thank god I already ate dinner. It’s so awkward when I eat dinner with guests.

    “Beatrice!!” my mom yelled and Beatrice came running to her
    “take these bags upstairs” my mom ordered and Beatrice took the bag from her. And walked upstairs. Followed by my dad.
    “okay Sam, we’ll be upstairs why not spend some time with Peter” my mom smiled and I smiled back.
    “sure thing mom”.

    My mom trailed behind my dad, followed by Mrs Joyce and Mr Steven and I finally let go of my stupid smile. I walked passed Peter and plopped down on the couch grabbing my dad laptop that was beside the chair.
    “hey Samantha..” Peter said smiling at me.
    “what?” I arched my brows at him.
    “nothing, how you doing?” he asked trying to start a conversation.
    “fine. As you can see” I said not looking at him but the laptop in front of me.
    “okay that’s good” he said and sat down on the couch I was sitting.

    I was streaming the internet looking for new movies to keep myself busy for the day with. But Peter’s loud voice was distracting me with him saying things that I don’t want to know or wasn’t even listening to, and it was ear burning. That I just couldn’t take it anymore that I yelled.

    “Shut up!!” Peter flinched and he blinked rapidly as me.
    “look, I’m sorry but I’m busy with this.. I said and glance at the laptop and then at him.. “and I’m not listening to anything you’re saying and it’s kind of annoying cause it seems like you’re just talking to yourself” I said and he shyly looked away.
    “I’m sorry” I apologise again and turn to the laptop.

    “I just want us to be friends that all” he said after a minute of silence and I sighed and turned to him after spotting a very interesting movie.
    “we already are” I said.
    “really?” he asked with a short smile.
    “yeah” I quickly replied and turned back to the Laptop.
    “b-but you don’t act like one” he said and I turned to him. “excuse me” .
    “Huh?” he raised his thick brows at me.
    “how do you expect me to act like, as a friend?” I asked closing the laptop.

    “Like…uh… He scratched his head. He doesn’t want to be “just” a friend to me.
    “hug you and kiss you?” I asked standing up.
    “what?” his head snapped at me. And he grinned a bit.
    “sorry Pete, I already got a boyfriend” I tell him and walked away.

    I got to my room and got down on my bed, I continued with whatever movie I was searching for and I ended up watching Romeo and Juliet before falling asleep and I had a dream, a really good dream that James and I were in it was too bad that I didn’t remember the dream details.

    After my morning jog that morning, I took my bathe, brushed, ate breakfast and went to school.
    The sound of the morning bell for first period made me start to walk fast through the hallway to get to class on time, I saw a group of girls standing at the side of the corridor talking and when I passed them one of them set out their feet for me and I tripped over it and almost fell. I huffed and turned swiftly.

    “Who did that?!!” I yelled at them and my voice echoed through the hallway. They all ignored me and kept talking to theirselves and then they all laughed hysterically and start to walk away, I caught each and every one of them faces I don’t know them but they’re gonna get a taste of me..

    I walked in the class and our spanish teacher had already walked in and she’s not a nice person.
    She prevented me from entering the class and told me to stand up at the door and I sighed and stood at the door watching her teach. I answered almost each every question she asked the class and she had to choice but to let me sit on my seat.
    We had aggressive English. Literature and art before we went for lunch break.

    I walked over to victoria and was about to let her know we’re having lunch without Tracey cause I’m still mad at her. when Tracey suddenly walked up to us and pulled Victoria up from her seat making her pen draw a huge line on whatever she was writing and Victoria whined.. “Tracey…”

    “I’m sorry…” Tracey apologized with the same tone which made victoria laughed a bit but she still wore that angry look. “C’mon let’s go eat lunch” Tracey said and linked Her hand with Victoria’s.
    “what about saman–
    “C’mon” Tracey said and pulled Victoria and they both walked out without me..

    Did Tracey just ignored me?!
    I let that slide out of my chest cause I know, recently she’s been trying to break James and I up but she not succeeding so now she’s giving me the silent treatment.
    Well played Tracey.
    I walked out of the class alone cause I couldn’t find James or else I could have gone out with him. I walked out of the class alone and head to the cafeteria, I ordered my food and glance at ‘our’ table to see molly Victoria and Tracey, eating, talking and laughing without me.

    I ignored that and walked up to an empty table beside the cafeteria entrance. I plopped down on the chair and dropped my tray on the table. I started to eat slowly, and each time I just glance at Tracey molly and Victoria and that sight hurts a bit.
    “Huh.. What are you doing alone?” I heard the most sweetest voice and quickly looked up.
    “James..” I called softly and my voice shook.
    “W..w..why are you crying?” James asked and I touched my cheeks to find out that I am crying..

    “I..i.. I sighed and looked down.
    James walked away and later car back with a can of coke and dropped it in front of me.
    “if you’re feeling down try drinking coke it helps” he said and I held his hand that was on my thigh
    “okay what’s wrong?” he asked.
    “them.” I replied and looked up at Tracey and the others.
    “what’s wrong with them, and why are you not eating with them” James asked and I dried my wet lashes with my hands, I can’t believe I was crying over them. So stupid of them.
    “what did Tracey actually tell you yesterday when she went to drama class with you?” I asked looking down at our hands..

    “n..n..nothing..” James said nervously and I looked up at him before sliding my hand out of his grip. “you’re lying to me” I said and he sighed and held my hand back.. “she just asked me if I really liked you and I said yes, and that’s all” Jame’s said and I looked up at Tracey’s table.

    “I don’t understand why she’s behaving this way, and yesterday she said I’d thank her later when I find out the real truth. And today she dragged Victoria and ignored me when I was going out for lunch today, isn’t that too much” I explained and turned to James to see him gulping down the can of coke. “I thought you brought that for me”
    “sorry I couldn’t help it seems like your stress and sadness is passing on to me, I’ll go have a word with Tracey” James said but I stopped him.

    “You shouldn’t. Just let her be” I said and he nods but still I didn’t think he wants to listen to me.
    We both ate lunch together and went back to class and jams really did clear my stress. We both went back to class and I swapped seats and with Lucas so I’d seat at beside James. Lucas agreed and went to sit on my seat while I took his as mine being close with him. I’ll be lost in his charms and totally forget about Tracey and her craziness.

    School was over and we all went to drama class, we started to rehearse and the drama teacher didn’t like as I was the lead role and Esther didn’t even show up in drama class today cause she’s busy with school president stuff, so if he’s angry he should pay hell a visit.

    It was time for James and I to rehearse as the frog prince and princess and I smiled as the drama teacher called us out, he handed each of us the script and after reading it for a minute he told us to start. James got on his knees to get the height of a frog while I stood up and looked down at him. James peeped his script and then turned to me. And I did the same thing.

    “Gracious goodness! How can a frog talk” I started to act and I glance at our drama teacher and every other student and they were looking at me attentively.
    “I am not just a frog your highness!” James said and somehow he’s trying to hide his smile and that made me almost smile.
    “but you are a frog you’re covered in slime and you have gills what could you be if n–
    “pause!!” our drama teacher yelled and James and I turned to him.
    “what’s your name again?” he asked.
    “Samantha!” I tell him
    “Samantha I’ll tell you this, your first line was great but your second line wasn’t that great. You’re supposed to show more concern about a talking frog, you’re acting like you’re making a mockery out of the talking frog, act like you are surprised seeing the talking frog and you James act like you need help don’t feel too comfortable down there” our drama teacher instructed. And James and I nod and turned back to each other.

    “But you are a frog you’re covered in slime and you have gills what could you be if not a frog” I started this time I acted it without smiling.
    “I am under a curse your highness I am actually a prince” James said very seriously, he is a prince, there’s no doubt in that.
    “what are you doing say the next line” James whispered to me and I flinch, I was so lost staring at him I forgot my next line.
    “a..a..a.. Prince..ce” I stutter glancing at the script. James laughed a bit and immediately changed his face when he noticed our drama teacher’s stare.
    “a prince!! You’re under a curse? But how?” I said with my hand on my chest and James smiled before saying his next line.

    “Both of you stop!!” the drama teacher yelled and James and I paused. “you’re both great actors but you’re lacking something, and you’re wasting my time and others time, you two will only rehearse tomorrow you guys should stop for now and let the others rehearse” the drama teacher said and James smiled at me as we both walked down the stage.

    Others start to rehearse while we just watched together and after drama class we all went home.
    I got down from my limo and walked into my house. I saw my mom on the couch immediately I walked in the living room and I greeted her politely, but she huffed and stood up.
    “Samantha.” she called and I looked at her “yeah?”.
    “you’re sorry you’ve got a boyfriend” my mom said and I moved back a bit.

    “Huh?”
    “you have a boyfriend, after everything we’ve told you” my mom said and placed her hand on her hips.
    “h-how d-d-did y-you know.” I stutter
    “it doesn’t matter how I know” my mom half yelled.
    Peter.. It must have been Peter who told her.

    TO Be Continued

  • Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 6

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    🧛 Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode Six: 💚
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    ✨ Final Episode ✨

    I was half conscious and half unconscious. I knew all the time he came on me but I couldn’t resist him or say anything. Was this what iya ibeji went through before having her twins? For the two weeks Prophet David took advantage of me. He gave me no breathing space day nor night. He will always sprinkle water on my private part before using me. My phone was taken away all through and switched off. I was to leave on Thursday, by Wednesday evening I was in full control of myself.

    ‘Where is my phone? I asked
    lady Stella. ‘Your phone will be given to you later tonight.’ When she brought my phone I quickly switched it on and I got more than ten SMS. Most of the messages were from my husband. While I was trying to go through the messages my phone rang, ‘Lo and behold, it
    was my husband, I didn’t pick as I had to think of a lie to tell him.

    He called again and I picked,
    ‘what happened my sweet heart?’ He asked anxiously. ‘My phone fell inside the three-seater
    sofa and I didn’t know it was switched off. I just discovered it today. It didn’t take him time to
    believe me. We talked at length and he narrated all his experience in Lagos. I will be back in a
    week’s time, he said and ended the call.

    Many things happened thereafter but after six months I was not pregnant. Iya ibeji kept encouraging me to be patient. She assured me I will be pregnant. My life became a mess – I started perceiving an offensive odour around my private part ever since I returned from Prophet David’s place. It came with itching and pain. I hid what I was going through from my husband but he noticed the odour and I guessed he
    couldn’t tell me.

    One year after, I was not pregnant. Sally was already pregnant with her second baby without stress. I told myself that if I didn’t get pregnant before she gave birth to her second baby I will denounce my faith in God. As far as i was concerned, it wasn’t worth it, serving God without anything to show for it. I had stopped observing my ovulation period because previous efforts had been fruitless. N600,000 had gone down the drain yet I couldn’t make trouble.

    Prophet David had abused me yet I had to remain mute. I had been battling with STDs I contacted from Prophet David but I couldn’t speak out. My salvation was already at stake, I couldn’t return back to God because I was angry with him for allowing me go through all these shameful and
    painful experiences. If God were human, I won’t forgive him.

    ‘Madam why did you wait for so long before coming to the hospital? The doctor asked me. This is one of the dreaded STDs medical science has been battling with in recent times. I may have to refer you to a gynecologist for better attention.
    He wrote a short note on his complementary card and gave it to me to give to Dr Robert. He
    promised to call Dr Robert before I got there.

    “Madam, where is your husband? I can’t treat you until I see your husband or any representative of your family, Dr Robert told me. I was afraid my secret was about to be leaked out.
    This was the end of the road for me, I began to contemplate suicide, because I couldn’t face the shame. I refused to tell my husband until my condition grew worse. The odour became
    unbearable, I practically stank like a dead fowl.
    At this time my husband became bold enough to ask me why I was smelling. And without waiting
    for an answer, he said, ‘We will see the doctor tomorrow.

    Your wife is suffering from a chronic STD and it has affected her kidneys and her womb. If we
    don’t carry out a surgery on her in four days she may not be able to conceive again. My
    husband was shocked. ‘Doctor can we do the operation today?’ My husband asked, yes of course, if you are ready, the doctor told my
    husband. In less than thirty minutes I was wheeled to the theater for surgery. When I
    opened my eyes I saw my mom, our pastor and some brethren surrounded my bed. The way they
    all looked at me made me suspicious that something bad had happened. I was discharged
    but I kept seeing the doctor every week for check up. My journey of barrenness lasted for 14
    years. All my friends and family connived not to tell me that my womb was removed during the
    operation in order to save my life. I knew this when I went for a check up in another hospital
    while my husband was away to Ghana. I have been without a womb for over ten years without knowing.

    After God did not answer my prayers I totally backslided. Sally had three wonderful kids already and had since stopped giving birth. To help me overcome my frustration I started taking alcohol secretly. Alcohol could not suppress my depression
    anymore and I tried hærd drugs. I became a professional adulteress not minding if my husband knew or
    not. In all these my husband was still faithful to God. He was
    always praying for me. Whenever I messed up myself, he will clean
    me up and get me to sleep. If you are looking for a Christian,
    Omeiza is one. I wanted God to judge me so that I can tell the
    whole world how unfair he is but his judgement tarried except that
    I had no womb and I could not conceive.

    For a long time I didn’t hear from Sally. That didn’t bother me
    anyway because anytime I hear from her it was one good news
    or the other. She seemed to be moving from glory to glory while
    I moved from shame to shame. I saw a post from one of our
    coursemates on Facebook of a friend who wedded at 42 and Sally
    was in the selfie, but Sally was really lean in the picture. I
    started making contacts on how to reach Sally, I needed to know
    what happened to her that she became this lean.

    In no time I got across to her. ‘Sally, what happened to you? I
    saw your picture on facebook and I was shocked that you had grown so lean.’ For almost forty seconds she didn’t say anything.
    ‘Sally are you there?’ ‘Yes Maryam, I have been sick but I
    am better now’, she replied. ‘I will need to come and see you.’ I promised to see her in
    two weeks.

    When I got to Sally’s place, she was leaner than what I saw on
    Facebook and I was afraid. My friend’s beautiful skin had shrunk badly with black s₱0ts all over her. As I was about scre-ming I
    saw a pack of retroviral drugs on her dinning table. ‘Sally you are
    positive?’ I asked in surprise. She bowed her face without saying a word. I knew she was HIV positive already. I became more
    scared but I had to encourage my friend. I hugged her and
    whispered to her ears “God will see you through”. I still had to pretend I was still a Christian but I had a sharp pain on my chest
    with a voice telling me “it would soon be your
    turn”.

    I tried to rebuke that voice but there wasn’t any inner impetus to do so. I wept bitterly as if I was weeping for my friend, but no, I was weeping for myself. I couldn’t stand what I saw so I left the
    following day.

    On my way back to Lokoja, ‘I kept having thoughts of accident.
    “If you die now where are you going to?” I asked myself. The
    Sally you have been using as yardstick to judge God is already
    paying for her sins, the voice kept talking to me. I was restless
    all through the journey. Maybe I am also HIV positive, I thought
    within me. Suddenly I noticed I have been foolish, I told God I
    was sorry. If you can give me another chance oh Lord I will serve you all the days of my life with or without a child.

    I got relieved as soon as I made that prayer. I arrived Lokoja
    safely. I knelt down before my husband and confessed all my sins before him, I wept and asked him for his forgiveness. He wept
    along with me but he felt very bad for the story he heard about
    me for the first time. I could read the handwriting in each drop of his tears. “I
    have forgiven you sweet heart, he lifted me up and hugged me tight for what seemed like hours. I wept the more while on his
    arm, my tears were tears of genuine repentance and regret. I
    became indebted to my husband for his patience and endurance.

    Since it was obvious I couldn’t get pregnant after my womb was
    removed, we adopted a boy of six months from the orphanage
    and named him Joseph. The day Joseph clocked one year I was
    confirmed to be seven weeks pregnant. How can a woman who
    has no womb be pregnant? Until my stomach started protruding I
    didn’t believe I was pregnant.
    This is the hand work of Jehovah
    overdo.

    On the 3rd of December I gave birth to a set of quadruplet, two boys and two girls. God wiped away my tears of many years.
    The chief medical director of the hospital was perplexed with the
    stark possibility of a woman who had no womb but was yet able to give birth not to one but four children at a time.

    He invited African Independent Television (AIT) to cover my
    story. This drew the attention of the First Lady of the state
    who paid us a visit at the hospital. She placed the four kids on scholarsh¡p up to university level. Many other families who
    watched the program on AIT paid us a visit and each of them came with
    huge gifts. In less than one week we became millionaires from the
    gifts we received from the general public. Who says God is
    not alive?

    Peter, Paul, Elizabeth and Esther will be two years in June. Praise God who turned my captivity around.
    For waiting mothers who are reading this story, don’t give up on God, don’t try alternative means, don’t be too desperate, don’t use anybody’s life as a standard for yours. God is not dull, he makes all things beautiful in his own time.
    This story is dedicated to all those who are waiting on the Lord
    for the fruit of the womb.

    ….The End….