26/11/2025
๐ช๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ฌ: ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ, ๐ ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐, ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ป
My experience at my community wasn't the best. I regretted every of my actions. I thought I could not live again. I'm just a young boy trying to survive. You may call me a man but that is not the issue here. I believe in my strength and words.
I am married to a beautiful young lady with two adorable kids. My amazing familyโI don't joke with. I can live my entire life making sure nothing happens to them.
Life was going well until we moved to a few community because of our family businessโfarming. Itโs built on hectares of land with many workers. My wife and I studied agricultural science in universityโthatโs where the love of farming began.
I would say my wife foresaw the unpleasant event coming, but I objected and shunned her thoughts. โI was just a boy that believed in my strength and words.โ Till date, I wonder what made me not believe her. Itโs not about trust, itโs about prideful decisionโmaking.
Before we parked to Ezekpo, she first had a dream where everything we worked for vanished. I told her it could never be possible and advised her to stay positive. Later she came to me, saying, โObim, something keeps disturbing me about our new plans.โ I replied, โNkem, why be bothered? Ezekpo is fertile; itโll bring wealth. Donโt you want a better life?โ
She kept asking to sell the land and move, but I ignored because of a mere dream. She eventually gave in. Things were flourishingโcrops, poultry, workers pushing hard. We made many sales that year.
Then, while I was on a trip, Nnamdi, a neighbor, called: โDonโt come home, there are attacks in Ezekpo.โ Minutes later, my wife called, โDonโt return, terrorists are here.โ I asked where she wasโshe was at the hospital with our daughter. She said Uche was left at home with a worker. My heart flew. It felt like a nightmare.
When we were allowed back, the community was silent, damaged. I found my son lying dead in the hands of my assistant. Workers were gone, farm ruined. My wife was rushed to hospital. Everything we builtโgone in minutes.
Itโs been seven years since we left Ezekpo. Iโm doing well with my wife and children, but I miss Uche. Iโm learning to forgive myself for not listening. I was a boy who ignored dreams, now Iโm a man seeking solutions.
๐โ๐บ ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป, ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฟ๐๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ.
๐ง๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ: What word do you have for me, as a father?
๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ผ๐ป๐:
1. Husbands, listen to your wivesโsame for wives.
2. Donโt be complacent about crucial matters.
3. Wifeโs prayers saved us.
Sorry, my dear Nkem. Uche, Daddy misses and loves you.
๐๐น๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฏ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ โ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ธ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป
Healing stories for the brokenhearted.
