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Chika Nduka, Lagos (2025)

24/12/2024

"Guys! I dey search for roommate ooo.

This loneliness don dey enter me wella"

That's the innocent post I made in a social media group which generated thousands of comments.

As typical of our Nigerian people, many mocked and insulted me under the comment section while some offered genuine advice on how I'll get a good person to share an apartment with even though I made it clear that I was only catching a cruise.

Amongst the comments was a particular guy whose remarks caught my attention and forced me to reply.

"Haaaa! My guy, no go do roommate thing ooo.

Na wetin kill me be that when I still dey alive." The guy commented.

Many people replied and send laughing emoji's under his comment while I tried to return the humor by making the conversation flow.

"My guy you dey funny ooo!

Shey you dey whine us ni?

So like this now dead body don dey follow us rock for this space.

Who open gate for you?"

"Na me open gate by myself ooo!

Dey there nau, na better advice I don dey give you now.

Forget roommate things for your own good ooo.

Anyways, you fit invite me come your house if you really dey lonely and dey find persin wey go follow you stay."

"Shey spirit dey live with person ke? Oya carry your bag come nau make I take my two korokoro eyes see you." I replied and many people sent a laughing emoji.

It was a Sunday evening and I logged out after surfing the internet to my satiation.

I retired to bed early in order to get up on time and beat the early Monday traffic.

By the time I woke up the following day, I've completely forgotten the post I made on social media and hurriedly began to prepare for work.

The day was busy as usual and I was able to take a break in the afternoon after clearing the mountains of paperwork waiting in my office desk.

I was in the canteen waiting for my order when a message popped up in my phone.

"Hello buddy! Na your ghost friend from social media.

Shey you still need a roommate?

Like this now I don pack enter your house.

Shey you no go too waste time before you come back?"

My heart missed a beat as I stared mutely at message.

I was intrigued by the message and tried to peep into the profile of the guy but realized that it was locked.

However, I deleted the message immediately, taking it as a joke stretched too far and gingerly returned to work.

By the time I rounded up in the office and gunned my car homeward, a million messages from the same guy trooped into my DM and I deleted them without bothering to read any of it.

My compound was the way I left it when I went to work in the morning and I hummed softly as I alighted from the car and began to bring out some stuffs which I got from the grocery store on my way home.

When I inserted the key and opened the door, a gust of wind forcibly blew inside, almost throwing me off balance and I managed to grasp the packages in my hands.

A creepy sensation overpowered me as I cautiously walked into the kitchen where I deposited my lots and by the time I got into my bedroom, my hairs stood at end as I felt that someone was closely observing me.

My fears somewhat crippled me and I lay on the bed, pressing my phone.

Fortunately, there was no more messages from the guy who claimed to be ghost.

After idling away in the internet, the wave of fear which previously assaulted me lifted and I dragged myself into the bathroom where I soaked myself in the warm tub.

My stomach was churning badly by the time I got out and I swore inwardly for this protracted bachelorhood is beginning to take a toll on me.

My food would have been waiting in the dining the moment I walked into the house if only I've a good woman by my side.

Nevertheless, there's no hurry in getting a life partner thus I swallowed my longings and moved to the kitchen to prepare a light dinner.

My heart sank into my stomach immediately I opened the kitchen door and realized that everything I dumped in the counter has been neatly arranged in their respective positions.

Meanwhile, a cup of coffee emitting an irresistible aroma was waiting on top of the counter while a pot of noodles sizzled on the stove.

I ran from the kitchen screaming while a peal of laughter trailed behind me.

It was already dark outside but I managed to grab my car key which I left on the couch and furiously drove out of the house.

My aimless wandering took me to a hotel where I spent the most restless night filled with horrible nightmares.

I did not return home at dawn but drove straight to the office in my wrinkled clothes which elicited nasty jokes from my colleagues.

I worked like an addict in order to distract myself from thinking about the events of the previous night until the day eventually came to an end.

I loitered around the neighborhood until my mind convinced me to return home for my experience might actually be the product of my imaginations.

I sat in my car for the longest time as I drove into the compound and somehow mustered the courage to steal into my social media account.

Thankfully there was no messages and when I tried my luck by checking the post I made which generated much comments, I realized that all the comments from the guy who called himself a ghost has completely vanished.

I've a mixed feelings about the development but decided to shut my mind on everything.

It was quiet when I got in and there was no sign of an intruder as I searched around.

This time, I did not bother to prepare a meal instead, I ate some junks I left in my mini fridge and mercifully fell asleep afterwards.

It was a long dreamless sleep in which I woke up hearing some noises from the sitting room.

I yanked off the duvet and rushed out to inspect only to see the vacuum cleaner dragging itself around.

It was the most bizarre scene I've ever witnessed thus my eyes simply rolled into my head.

I woke up later in the hospital and was surprised to see my mother sitting quietly beside me.

"Mama!" I cooed happily as she beamed at me.

"It's like you're overworking yourself Andrew.

I wonder what would have happened to you if that servant of yours did not place a call across?"

"A servant?" I gasped.

"Of course your houseboy, the one who opened the door for me when I arrived to take you to the hospital." My mother returned.

"He's a nice guy but there's something strange about him though.

The way he picked you up and deposited you inside the car as if you weighed less than a feather looks suspicious.

And he didn't bother to follow us in the car even when I begged him to sit by your side.

Where did you get that guy from?" She asked.

My mother wept and called the doctors to examine my head when I insisted that I was living alone.

She freaked out the more when I narrated my experience with the guy from social media who called himself a ghost.

We did not return to my house after I was discharged rather, my mother took me to a prophet who confirmed that my unruly post attracted a being from the underworld.

We drove to the house together and after series of prayers, the house was anointed and the man of God left.

I clinged to my mother like a leech even though I was assured that the presence who invaded my house has been exorcised.

As my mother was making some food in the kitchen that night, a message popped up in my phone and it was from that same profile I dreaded.

"Hey buddy! Sorry I gave you a start but I didn't mean any harm.

I thought you'd have appreciated my presence but that's a bygone now.

I hope you now believed in the existence of ghost after your experience?

Anyway, I've left for good and would not trouble you anymore.

Always remember to shun roommates, my life was cut short by one." He concluded.

I screamed and before I could get to the kitchen to show my mother the message, it has mysteriously disappeared.

It was a bad experience even though the presence I attracted was a merciful one.

Be careful of whom you interact with in this space.

Many are humans just like you while a legion are also on a mission from the underworld.

Do not cause your ruin by inviting malignant spirits into your life through the madness of social media.

Know your boundary and know peace.

Learn from my experience!

Chika Nduka ✍️

19/12/2024

Akpan stared unbelievably at the employment letter in his hand and the tears knocking fervidly at the back of his eyes spilled.

"This is too good to be true!" He yelled and threw himself on the ground.

Alas! A job he has applied almost decade ago has been given to him when he has completely lost hope and the entitlements which came with job is mind blowing.

As he lay prostrate on the ground, the miserable life he has lead prior to his breakthrough flashed in his memory and he wept harder.

He has descended from a very humble background but his parents has fought tooth and nail to make sure that he earned a university degree alongside his younger brother.

The harsh reality of life hit the brothers after their graduation when they searched for a job from one end of the country to another all to no avail.

In frustration, the brothers decided to start up a business for their parents were aging rapidly and needed to be well cared for.

The business was started in high hopes with the money borrowed from friends but just like every other enterprise they laid their hands on, it crumbled within a couple of months.

As if the blow is not enough, their father took ill and died before the family could put up funds to convey him to the hospital.

Akpan's younger brother Ididiong refused to come to terms with the loss and eventually began to lost himself.

He resorted to drugs and alcoholism and it wasn't long before he joined a band of arm robbers and was shot death in one of the bloody operation they carried out in a commercial bank.

Akpan was heartbroken and watched helplessly as his mother became frail day by day.

In desperation, he ran into the arms of friends who introduced him to sorcerer's and witch doctors who predicted curses and doom but could not provide any solution to his plight.

Akpan was in a dream one night when a voice exploded from nowhere, chastising him for abandoning the source of his life and running into the arms of darkness.

The stern voice advised him to withdraw his steps and seek for a solution at the right place where he could get it.

For several weeks, he turned the message over and over in his mind until he met a preacher who began to share the word of God with him.

The message from the brother pierced his mind and Akpan opened up to him about his entire life.

And so was he introduced to Christ and his journey with the Lord began.

It was a difficult journey which he would have opted out on the way had he not exhausted every option he has in the world.

Day and night, he meditated in the words of the Lord, trusting and believing in his promises even in the midst of his storms.

His growth with the Lord gradually took root and he became a fire brand who fished souls from the pond of carnality into the kingdom of heaven.

Overtime, his alliance with the Lord began to pay off and favors began to trickle in from different angles.

At the end of his trials when he has been painstakingly observed and found worthy, his promotion came suddenly from the throne of grace.

The Lord who's a great rewarder moved mightily in his life, reshaping his life and destiny which the enemies has dragged to the mud.

In his timing, the Lord replaced his fruitless labors of several years with favors and the blessings that followed cancelled all the years of excruciating pains.

HEAR ME!

The problems you're passing through today is not difficult for the Lord to solve.

You're undergoing a test and your resilience and commitment with the Lord will determine the outcome of the examination.

Bear it in mind that promotion to another level in life does not come without sitting for a spiritual examination.

That problem might have lingered because you keep failing the examinations set before you and trying to pray it away.

Stand with the Lord no matter the situation and abide by his words.

He's the only one who has the capacity to strip your dirty garments and replace it with honor and glory.

The key to every blessings lay in the hollow of his hands.

Made the Lord your friend today and see for yourself how he'll turn your life around for good.

He does not discriminate, just come the way you are and he'll change you to his glory.

May the name of the Lord be praised forever and ever!

Amen!!

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10/12/2024

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10/12/2024

"You'll die in this pregnancy and your useless children will become homeless wanderers." My husband spat before slamming the door on my face.

"Oh God! Why me again?" I wept and sank wearily on the floor.

My name is Nkechinyere and my marriage to my husband Chidi was blissful at the beginning until I began to bear children for him.

When our first daughter arrived one year after our wedding, Chidi did not hide his disappointment but somewhat consoled himself that a male child will follow afterwards.

The pressure he mounted on me made me to conceive again when our first child was barely three months old.

When the product of the pregnancy turned out to be another beautiful daughter, Chidi was mad with fury and instantly withdrew all his affections towards me.

"I cannot cohabitate peacefully with you Nkechinyere until you give me what I wanted.

I'm an only son and I need to sire male children who'll perpetuate my lineage.

What do you want me to do with these miserable girls you're breeding?

Inasmuch they'll vacate my compound someday to pitch their tent elsewhere with another man, they're as good as nothing to me." He declared.

When I took in again and went for an obstetric scan as my husband has instructed, I fainted in the hospital when the sonographer announced that another girl is on the way.

Chidi was waiting impatiently at the living room when I arrived home and I simply handed the result of the scan to his already outstretched hand.

I watched fearfully as his countenance changed to a gathering storm as he perused the paper.

"You'll die in this pregnancy Nkechinyere and your fate with me is already sealed." He cursed before slamming the door.

True to his words, Chidi left the next day abandoning me with the kids and I was left alone, pregnant and penniless.

I ran to his parents for help but they took side with their son and shooed me away.

Throughout the pregnancy, my tears flowed endlessly for I have neither parents nor siblings to assist me.

Our food came from the menial jobs I tasked myself to do, sweeping compounds and washing clothes for different families.

The poor little baby in my womb suffered from lack of attention and would be jumping around in my stomach, hunting for food which is never available.

I woke up one morning to receive divorce papers from my husband's attorney.

Because I was vulnerable, I did not put up any fight for my rights and Chidi has our marriage dissolved without giving a heck about the survival of his own children.

My world grew darker and wallowed in depression.

I went into labor few weeks later and delivered a beautiful baby girl whom I named Nwanyibuife (a girl child is an asset).

I was still lying in the hospital without any idea on how to clear my bills when my landlord sent a letter warning me not to step into his house again for my rent was six months late.

The shock altered my still fragile systems and I almost bled to death.

For the three months I was discharged from the hospital, I remained there with my children, sleeping on the floor and doing chores assigned to me due to my inability to pay my bills.

When a charity organization visited the hospital and the management mentioned my case to them, I was amongst the few people they took interest in their case.

The organization did not only clear my debts but rented a comfortable apartment where I retired with my children.

They went further to open a petty business for me amidst sending a monthly stipend for our upkeep.

It was a miracle which I never anticipated thus I threw all my weight on the business, working diligently day and night in order to succeed.

The Lord of the oppressed who saw all my pains and orchestrated my divine helpers stood up for me and my business began to thrive beyond expectation.

The years swiftly passed by and my daughters whom I painstakingly groomed educationally and otherwise began to prove to the world that a girl child is indeed an asset.

They occupied important post in the society and went ahead to bring home wonderful son-in-laws who took me as a mother and pampered me to faults.

I dined with kings and queens and was flown from one country to another.

My children wiped away the tears of yesteryears from my eyes and my life which was bitter and sour when I was toiling alone to raise them became sweeter than honey.

One evening, I was enjoying the cool breeze outside the patio of the mansion which my daughters erected for me when the maid announced that someone has called to see me.

When the visitor was ushered in, behold it was my ex husband Chidi looking unkempt and exhausted.

"I've been a fool Nkechinyere, please find a space in your heart to forgive me." He went on his knees immediately.

His actions transported me back to time and I recalled when I was in a similar situation, begging him to stay for the sake of our children.

The harsh curses he laid against me and the children ringed in my ears and I stared disgustingly at me.

"What do you want Chidi?

Have you come to enquire if I've died in pregnancy and my children has become homeless wanderers just as you predicted years ago?"

"Forgive me Nkechinyerem, everything that happened was the handiwork of the devil." He sobbed.

"I've forgiven you long ago Chidi but unfortunately we have nothing to do with each other.

You abandoned me for another and thankfully the woman was able to give you the male children you so much craved.

Aren't you satisfied with your achievements?" I asked.

Chidi was so ashamed of his deeds and yet he pestered me to assist in reconciling him with our daughters.

I forgave him anyway but left the issue of reconciliation for his daughters to decide.

My girls were extremely furious when I presented the case to them and when they carried out some investigations, it was discovered that their father was in a loveless marriage where he suffered different forms of abuse in the hand of his wife and sons.

I did not restrict the children when they decided to extend help to their father from afar.

They bettered his life to an extent but did not allow him anywhere close to our circle.

He tried severally to steal into our lives but we blocked and sent him back to the family he belongs for the head of the palmfruit which fell on the ground has already mixed with soil.

Dear couple,

Children are gifts from God and no gender is superior than the other.

A well trained child is an asset irrespective of the gender therefore do not sleep on your duties.

Be grateful for whichever God give to you and do not discriminate.

The quest to birth a particular gender has placed the lives of many women in danger while a legion has died in an effort to get it by all means.

Cherish whatever you have and do not put unnecessary pressure on your spouse.

A male child can be great and so is his female counterpart.

Do your best as a parent and leave the rest to God.

The seeds of our loins shall be great!

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07/12/2024

When my husband came home that evening bearing the news of the new flat he has rented, I have some misgiving for everything he said sounded too good to be true.

For the past five months, our landlord has served us with eviction notice for he has increased his rent due to the present economic crisis ravaging the country and we were unable to afford the new rent.

For several months, my husband has been hunting for a new house all to no avail.

The rent for the houses he saw were more expensive than our present rent and the accumulated fees extorted both by the Landlords and agents made it impossible for us to afford.

However, when Chris came in that evening with the news that he has found a decent house with a fair price, I could not believe it and begged him to slow down and ask questions before making a payment.

"Gosh Mary! Are you out of your mind?

Do you know how lucky I'm to secure that building which anyone could have given anything to rent.

Listen, the house is one in a million and there's no other tenants living there except us.

The rooms are ensuite and there will be no problem of water and light.

Infact, bumping into the agent that introduced to the house is a pure miracle and I'm not giving up on this opportunity." He declared.

Chris made all the necessary payments pertaining to the house within two days and we moved in immediately.

True to his words, the house was more than comfortable and I wondered why it was given out at such a ridiculous price.

The next day after our arrival, I went out to purchase some household items and noticed that people were staring at me in a strange manner.

"Are you the new occupant of that building?" A stout woman with a rather belligerent countenance asked while pointing to the house.

I nodded in response and she gazed weirdly at me before walking away.

I returnd home and related the incident to my husband but he waved it off as an idle talks of some gossips who's curious to know about us.

Few days after our arrival, our second Son Jason began to exhibit some bizarre attitude, ostracizing himself and murmuring all the time.

I tried to find out what may have gone wrong with him but he sank deeper into himself and wouldn't reveal anything.

The once vivacious boy whom we nicknamed Tiger due to his braveness began to wither before my very eyes.

I confided my fears to Chris but he brushed it off as usual, claiming that the move to a new environment may have taken it's toll on the boy.

Just when I was beginning to get desperate concerning sons attitude, my poor little boy woke up one morning hallucinating and pointing frightfully to a void space.

"Mommy she's there, the old woman in black cloak!

She's waiting for me Mommy, don't let me go." He shrieked and began to convulse.

Before I could answer back, my son fell into my arms and grew cold immediately.

My world crumbled in a matter of seconds and I collapsed on the ground.

Jason's death left a vacuum in our hearts and I couldn't stop blaming my husband who sat lost in the couch each day bemoaning our loss.

It was a devasting blow which sapped me of the will to live for the boy was a child I prayed for when nature threatened to leave me with an only child.

Nevertheless, we moved on with the loss and after some months, I noticed that my first child Kenny was beginning to withdraw to himself.

This time, I did not take any chances at all but sent him over to my parents who lives in another city even though my husband did not approve of the move.

The house became oddly cold following the departure of my children and I wallowed in depression, wondering what may have stolen a child from me.

It wasn't long before I began to feel some negative aura around the house.

The doors creaked open on their own while objects moves around without anyone touching them.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and sometimes the lights came on and off making me to doubt my sanity.

My heart palpitated in fears and I felt followed by an invisible eyes wherever I go.

The light bulbs in the rooms spoilt over a hundred times and could not be fixed despite for the caliber of electricians whom Chris brought home.

My fears somehow festered to my husband who acknowledged that he has woken up countless times in the middle of the night to see something which looked like a hooded figure staring down on us.

I began to dread the house and when I took my fears to some of the casual friends I've made in the neighborhood, they did not look surprised but rather advised me to run.

According to them, none of the tenants who lived in the house lasted for over six months.

Each according to them recorded a loss in one way or the other before finding their way out.

One evening, I returned home from the market only to realize that Chris is not yet back from work.

I wanted to loiter around till he comes back but thought otherwise when I remembered that some of the stuffs I bought might easily go bad if I did not store them immediately in the refrigerator.

The house was quiet as expected when I got in but the moment I began to climb the stairs, the entrance door slammed nosily while I heard a footstep walking beside me.

My head instantly swelled up and I unconsciously began to shiver as I struggled to walk alongside the invisible being.

"Hurry up Mary!

You wouldn't want them to know, would you?

It's going to be painless and you'll be totally free afterwards." A raspy voice whispered in my ears.

My hairs stood at end and I screamed horribly but could not produce any sound.

I walked like a somnambulist towards the kitchen where the door opened on its own and a breezy smoke wafted in before I could even get in.

"You've gotta do it Mary, you've gotta follow me to the other side..." The voice whispered once again.

This time, I was already disoriented and nodded solemnly as I deposited my parcels on top of the kitchen counter.

I stared around the kitchen and for the first time in my entire life, I saw an immaterial body of a shriveled old woman staring intently at me.

"Who're you?" I asked dreamily.

"Does it really matter Mary?

I've him with me.

Your boy Jason, he's such a sweet little soul." She laughed mirthlessly.

"He's waiting for you at the other side.

Wouldn't you like to join him?" She asked.

"Jason!" I mumbled and began to walk trance like towards the kitchen rack where I retrieved a long knife with a cold metal blade.

"Do it Mary! Just a stroke in the pit of your stomach and everything will be over." The woman urged.

I stared at the knife with great admiration, caressing the blade in my palms while my companion smiled encouragingly at me.

"Don't be a coward Mary, remember your poor little boy Jason."

I began to strip impatiently, relishing each moment until I was left with my panties.

"There's no time Mary, do it, do it NOW!" The ghost screeched this time.

I lifted the knife and was about to strike when the door burst open and Chris ran in with his friend.

"Nooooooooo Mary!" My husband screamed and dived for the hand.

We struggled and some forces lent me the strength to overpower and push him to the ground.

I was in the verge of using the knife on him, to slit his throat when his friend savagely hit me with a frying pan and the knife flew off my hands.

Instantly, my sanity returned and I stared around in wonder over the scene I created with my husband.

We ran from the house that evening, abandoning all our properties.

Even though we took our tale to a Man of God who prayed and assured us that we have been delivered from the demonic influences we contracted from the house, my husband stoutly refused that any of us would step into the house again to retrieve our properties.

Most times, the things which seemed to come to us in a platter of gold is a bait in disguise.

The decisions we take out of desperation often never ends well.

It is better to seek the approval of God in all our endeavors to avoid crying had I known.

You cannot walk in a ground where even Angels feared to thread and come out scot-free.

The world is mysterious and there are spirit beings cohabiting with us.

In all your dealings, NEVER make God a second option.

Hold on to him and take all your plans to him in prayers.

May we never dig our own grave.

Think about it!

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06/12/2024

POT OF MONEY

EPILOGUE

Only a fool thinks in his heart that there's no God.

My deliverance from the hand of Kantamosa proved indeed that there's a supreme God in heaven who reigns above every principalities and powers.

My bride price was returned to Chief Omeego's kinsmen who reluctantly accepted it and for several months, my case was a hot topic in the village and people pointed at me wherever I went.

The power of God which was made manifest in my life sent multitudes of people with various problems running to Fr. Kelvin who has been reinstated back to his parish.

I sought asylum in my maternal home where I lived peacefully with my grandmother for my own mother was still living in denial over everything that has happened.

She stayed mostly indoors, taking out her frustrations on my younger ones over the slightest provocation until my grandmother retrieved my siblings from her.

Over the months, the sad reality of losing her pot of money sank and she was forced to come out to seek for her daily bread.

The grocery store which Chief Omeego opened up for her was mysteriously razed down by fire while the car which he bought for my father was stolen by hoodlums who waylaid the driver whom it was rented out for a taxi business.

Apart from the roof we had over our head, everything else my family accumulated during my marriage with Chief Omeego was in one way or the other lost.

Mama was forced to return back to the market to hustle and she came to her mother's house each time complaining bitterly about the cutting remarks which some market women made about her.

Nevertheless, I found the father I lost once again in Fr. Kelvin who took me as his own biological daughter.

He led me deeper in Christ, directing me like a misguided yam tendril upon a stalk.

When I gained admission into a tertiary institution, Fr. Kelvin paid all my fees and also assisted in the education of my siblings even though my mother openly resents him.

Once in a while, we heard some disturbing news about the wealth which Chief Omeego left behind and most of the assets he accumulated especially the mansions were either burnt beyond recognition or overtaken by weeds.

The houses laid waste because all the tenants who ventured to park into the buildings were assailed by malevolent spirits.

I graduated from college and got a lucrative job in a telecommunication company through the influence of my adoptive and spiritual father.

My mother was not impressed with my achievements for the money was not pouring in the way it does during the era of Chief Omeego.

Even when I brought home my husband Robert, she reluctantly approved of the union despite his good name because he fell short of the standard she set for a son-in-law in terms of riches.

Notwithstanding her attitude, our wedding was a huge success which came with torrents of blessings afterwards.

My first child was born exactly one year after our wedding and my mother stoutly refused to come for omugwo (postnatal care of a nursing mother).

I believed that she never truly forgave me for ruining her chances with Chief Omeego but thank goodness for my grandmother who eagerly took her place.

Inasmuch I knew deep down that he who loves me is greater than my haters, I cared so less for Christ is with me.

I worked and earned legitimately and so does my husband.

We lived comfortably and did not lack any basic necessities of life even for a day.

We slept with our two eyes closed and did not have any worries about some vindictive gods who occasionally feed on human blood.

Indeed, the blessings of the lord maketh rich and added no sorrow.

My siblings rallied behind me and I worked assiduously alongside my husband in giving them a good life.

My mother was the only one who alienated herself from our circle and she languished in loneliness although I sent a monthly stipend over to her for upkeep.

At times, I'm overwhelmed by the blessings of God upon my life for he truly wiped away my shame as he promised.

His love is sufficient in my life and the story of my ex husband Chief Omeego is a case study to anyone who couldn't be patient enough to wait on God's time.

Everything in life happens in it's season and there's no need to rush.

Human beings are merely strangers in this sphere and whatever we accumulated in our lifetime will be left behind when we submit to the cold hands of death.

We came into the world naked and will also return without anything.

There's no peace for the wicked but those who put their trust in the Lord shall never be put to shame.

The Lord who helped me to overcome Kantamosa will also rise up in your defense when the enemy roared against you like a wounded lion.

Once again, my name is Nnenna Ogbonnaya Oliseh.

I'm that woman whom God showed mercy.

Thank you for making out time to read my story.

God bless you!

THE END

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