I am Ojonugwa Felix, a civil engineer. I hailed from a small hamlet in Kogi state. I lived all my life in

the city with my parents. I have never been to the village before, until that year when my uncle insisted I

handle his building project in the village. My dad was pleased with the idea because he saw it as an

opportunity for me to go to the village for the first time in my life. My dad and my mum changed all my

plans toward the project just to be incorporated into my plans.I was to start my site survey on the 17th of

August but my dad pleaded with my uncle to put all plans on hold until December when all of us will

travel for Christmas and use one stone to kill two birds.

The preparation for our trip to the village was well planned, it was like we were relocating to the village.

You could see excitement in both dad and mum as we planned for the journey. My original intention was

to spend few days in the village and come back to schedule my site plans but the story was soon twisted

and became complicated.

We arrived home on the 20th of December like one big celebrity family. Myself, dad, mum and Becky

made the journey. Ele could not come with us because of his final year project in the school. Everything

in the village looked strange; their lifestyle, the people, the environment and everything. My major

challenge was electricity. We could go on for days without seeing power blink. Another major problem

was getting water for the family. Only two houses own a well in their compounds. Others depend on

stream water for survival.

A week after our stay, myself and Becky didn’t find village life easy at all and that pushed dad to engage

the service of a temporary maid. She does all the house chores including fetching of water. Initially, I

didn’t like Linda because she was so dirty and unkempt. Her body odour alone was unbearable and

really offensive. Whenever I eat any food she prepares I feel like throwing up. Her Igala intonation is

something else, so local and primitive. After a few days, I had no other option so I began to accept her

the way she is.



My mum started buying some clothes for Linda to make her more presentable. Becky gave her almost all

her clothes she came with and some pairs of shoe. Since she spent most of the time in our place, she was

made to take her bath twice before going back. Everything about Linda changed in a short time with the

help of my family. My attention was on my primary aim of being to the village, that is, my uncle’s

building project. I spent several hours on site everyday because the workers in the village were not

conversant with the mode of work I was used to. That really slowed me down a big deal. Mum and dad

took advantage of that to extend our stay in the village.

My mum became so attached to Linda because of her hard working nature. Three weeks after our stay,

mum will rain praises on Linda like she were one super woman. Linda is this, Linda is that. I became

irritated by mum’s exaggerated praise of Linda. My irritation grew worse when mum began to tell me

Linda is the type of woman she desires for her son as a wife. What a humiliation, how could mum think

Linda could make a good wife for me? Ordinarily, I won’t even take her into my house as a maid. Old age

must have affected mum’s reasoning, I thought within myself and I waved it off. My attitude changed and

I became hostile to avoid mum’s words to get into me. I love my mum but the part she was threading

could make me lose my respect for her. so I avoided her as much as I could.



The more I avoided mum, the more she poked me. Everyday she painted a picture of a super woman in

Linda just to get me interested in her. But how could mum think I will ever have anything to do with

Linda? A girl her nakedness cannot make me have erection. I don’t want to sound like I hated Linda but

we are not close to compatibility. Our gap is like that of heaven from earth. I can’t even present her to

any of my friends. Mum must be joking, I assured myself.

When it became obvious mum was serious with her plan to tactically and maybe forcefully make me

succumb to her pressure, I left the village without telling them. I gave three days assignment to my

workers on site and instructed the site supervisor to shut down the site after the three days’ work is

completed. I switched off all my devices to avoid any call from mum or dad. Two days later, my family

joined me in the city. Dad was really angry with me, why did you leave us in the village without a word?

My dad queried me angrily. Even though dad seemed to be part of the plan to join me and Linda

together, he pretended he was unaware. I didn’t reply his verbal query. I simply apologised and I thought

that was all.

I was shocked to my marrow when I came back from work and find out Linda had joined us in the city. When

she saw me, her smile sent a lot of messages to my head. I barely answered her greetings because I was angry

seeing her. I knew mum was behind all this. I went into my room straight without saying a word to anybody. I

locked up myself all through the night. Becky tried to get me open the door but I knew she will prevail on

me so I ignored all her pleas to open the door. I woke up at the middle of the night and realised I haven’t

eaten dinner. I was really hungry but I didn’t want to come out of my room. Right there I made up my

mind the time is ripe to get my own place. The company I was doing a part-time job with had earlier

offered me a self-contained apartment close to their current site but I declined because I knew it was a

means to get me work overtime. The offer became my best option now.

But I can’t just move into an empty apartment. I need many things to put the place in order and

habitable. I could start with just a mattress and a chair, I thought within myself. I sent text to Taofeek,

one of my site boys living close to the site. “Please help me get a medium size mattress and a plastic

chair first thing tomorrow morning. I will make a transfer into your account as soon as I become aware

of the amount required”. Then I sent another text to the project manager, “sir I’m ready to take the

accommodation”. He replied immediately with; “wow, that’s ok”.

As soon as it was dawn, I picked my bag and put up everything that was important to me because I was

not going to come back that day. I woke up so early before the family devotion just to avoid everyone. I

also didn’t want to set my eyes on that witch of a thing called Linda. She must have bewitched mum. She

can’t bewitched me, I told myself. I left home without anyone knowing my plans. Even Becky was kept in

the dark over my plans.

The irony of my story is about to begin…



I moved out of the house and got myself fixed up in my new apartment. The environment was quiet

because the area was under development. Not too many people were living there yet. Taofeek had

arranged for boys to clean the house and set it in order before I got there. Besides the loneliness I faced

in the house, there were many basic things not in the house. No curtain, no spoon, no plate, no fan and

many more. Dad called me at about 9pm; Ojonugwa, where are you? Aren’t you coming home tonight?

He asked. I lied, yes sir, we are still in site and may work through into the night. Okay, ensure you take

care of yourself, he advised. Thank you sir, and we hung up the call.

That night, I couldn’t sleep because of mosquito and my decision to leave the house. I was restless all through

the night. Something told me I was not doing the right thing but I was stubborn in my mind. How long will I

run away from my dear mum because of one village girl? Towards the early hour of the morning, an idea

dropped in my mind. I have been dating Ronke for sometime now, but I was yet to formally propose to her.

She has expected this proposal for quite a long time but I wanted to settle down first before proposing to her.

I will just go ahead and propose to her and if she says yes, I will just take her straight to my parents for

formal introduction. With this, mum will bury her plans about Linda. That was a perfect idea, I told myself.

But assuming she did not accept my proposal? I was worried, but I made up my mind I will propose to

her today.

Hello Ronky, how are you today and how is your schedule today? I asked her on phone. I’m fine and I

hope to be free after work. She closes by 4pm. Okay, can we hangout this evening after work? That will

be a nice idea, she replied. I got a nice engagement ring and some money ready for the date. I was a bit

agitated about the date for fear of Ronke’s rejecting my proposal. I got to work very early just to ensure I

finish up my assignment for the day because of my date with Ronke. We agreed to meet at our usual

meeting point by 5pm. I was there thirty minutes earlier unlike before that she has to wait for me.

Ronke arrived by 5:03pm dressed in a gold coloured dinner gown. Her perfume was nice. the smile on her

face assured me I will get a positive answer. Her high heel shoe made her a bit taller than me on this day. I

offered her a seat, holding her right hand in a very gentleman’s manner. Ronke, you look charming today,

I complimented her. She was happy and you can see it on her face. Thank you for the compliment, she

replied. What will you take? I asked her, using my right hand to beckon on the waitress. I didn’t allow her

make an order when I began to tell the waitress what she will bring for us. While I was still making our

order my phone rang, I looked at the screen it was dad. I knew why he was calling me. I haven’t been in

the house for two days. This time, he must have known my reason for not coming was more than site

work. I ignored his call until it went off.

Who was that?, Ronke asked. Never mind, I told her. Her facial expression changed immediately; her

smile dropped noticeably. Was that one of your girlfriends? She broke the silence. Girl what? I don’t have

a girlfriend except you, I assured her. Then why didn’t you pick your call? I brought out my phone to

show her my call record. It was your dad, why did you then ignored his call? She asked me surprisingly. I will explain to you later, let’s face why we are here. As I finished talking, our order was ready before us.

That distracted us and we both forgot the issue of the call.

Do you think Ronke will accept my proposal?

Will her presence in my life solve my problem with mum?



I proposed to Ronke and she agreed to marry me. I was so happy that mum’s trouble will soon end. We

talked, played and laughed and dined in a romantic mood. Will you mind seeing my parent tomorrow? I

asked Ronke. The look on her face didn’t give approval. You don’t want to meet them? I asked. Not that I

don’t want to meet them but you just proposed to me few minutes ago and you want me to meet your

parent tomorrow. Don’t you think that it is too sudden? I have not even reconsider my decision yet. You

have not given me time to think about us and pray about everything first. Moreover, you just ignored your

dad’s call just now and you want me to see him tomorrow. You equally promised to tell me why

you refused to pick his call but you haven’t done that yet. I will tell you in due time, and that’s why I

want you to follow me to see them tomorrow.

My phone rang again and I thought it was my dad or mum. I knew I couldn’t ignore the call this time

considering the look on Ronke’s face. I brought out my phone to answer my call, then I noticed it was my

uncle. Ojonugwa, why have you abandoned my work for this long? My uncle queried. I knew I was at

fault so I begged him to give me a week and I will resume his work again. As soon as he dropped his call,

another call entered. It was Becky. She must have missed me. Hello Becky! She didn’t return my greeting

before she asked rudely “brother, where are you”? I have not replied when she commanded me “wherever

you are now, start coming home”. That was all she said and hanged up. Becky is the last born and the

only girl in the house. She is so dear to us that her words are sometimes more powerful than dad’s own.

For Becky’s sake, I decided I will visit home after my meeting with Ronke but I needed to get Ronke to

agree to follow me home the next day.

My dad was very angry with me when I got home. You think you are now grown and you could just leave

home without a word? This is the second day you’ve been away and you never called until I called you

yesterday. I also called you today but you refused to pick my call and you never returned my call. I

demand an apology and an explanation now. Dad’s eyes were red and full of anger. Mum did not say a

word as she watched dad rant at me. I am sorry dad, everything that happened wasn’t intentional. But

please dad give me today again and by tomorrow I will give a detailed explanation why I left home

without a word.

My apology appeased him a little but my request did not go down well with him. But my dad trusted me

that I have sense of right judgment, so he gave me the benefit of the doubt. Becky offered me dinner but I

was already full from my date with Ronke. I have a surprise for you Becky, but just guess what it is. You

have been confirmed as full staff with Boldile Limited? No, guess again, I teased her. Just tell me and stop

stressing my brain, she begged me. You are meeting Ronke tomorrow. Becky knew about Ronke but they

have never met before. She was excited and full of expectation.

Guess my parent reaction when I brought Ronke home.



The thought of facing my mum with Ronke as my wife-to-be kept me awake all night. Ronke is beautiful

and elegant. She is a year older than me with high taste for modern fashion. If you judge her by her

dressing, you will never agree she is a sound Christian. Her make ups and jewelries are always flashy. I

have no gut to tell her to be modest in her dressing when coming to see my parents. But I knew that her

flashy appearance will be a big subject when she finally shows up at my house. Getting her convinced to

follow me to see my parents was a big deal, convincing her to dress to impress mum will be another issue

so I let it be.

True to my fear, Ronke’s dressing that day was hot. Her nails were so long and noticeable. Her lip gloss

was bloody. Her gown was above her kneels. Her makeup was excessively heavy. Everything about her

outlook was flamboyantly done. I guess she intends to impress my people. I wished I could tell her to go

back and change to something more local. Dresses that will make her look more like a girl with

inferiority complex will impress mum than all she wore. I lost my composure as we make it to the family

house. More so, Ronke is not that African like girl who will bend all her kneels to greet my people. She

lived the best part of her life in the UK and she behaves like Europeans.

As we alighted from the taxi in front of my family house, I began to miss my steps. But I encouraged

myself, “Ojo, you must be a man”. It was Becky who opened the door for us and without introduction,

her smile and gestures showed acceptance, I knew I had crossed the first hurdle. But Becky was not the

main hurdle, neither is dad a big deal but mum. I ordered her to take her seat while I go in to call on dad

and mum. When she sat down her gown jumped and you could practically see her light complexioned

thigh displayed. I was very uncomfortable but I have no idea what I could do.

I told Becky to ensure she keeps her busy and get her entertained because I don’t want that witch called

Linda to ever come near her.

As I went in to invite dad and mum to meet my fiancée, I summoned courage to be bold and firm about

my choice. I will never allow mum to intimidate me or make me feel bad about my choice. Dad, mum I

have a surprise for you at the sitting room, can you follow me as I unravel this surprise to you? Dad

jumped out of the bed and dragged mum to follow us. My eyes were fixed on mum, I wanted to see her

reaction before I say anything but her face was indifferent. Dad, mum meet Ronke, my fiancée. Ronke,

meet my parents. Ronke puts up a smile without saying anything. Is she expecting us to greet her first,

mum asked. Good day daddy, good day mummy, she greeted in her European intonation still seated. Dad

replied, how are you my daughter but mum gave her a look that could make one forget his name.

Mum never said a word as she angrily went back to the room. The atmosphere changed, there was

coldness everywhere. The embarrassment melted all of us including dad and Becky. Becky went after

mum but dad tried to make up for the embarrassment mum just caused the entire family. From the sitting

room you could hear mum’s voice, yelling at Becky. I looked at Ronke’s eye and I saw a painful tear

dropping down her cheeks. I wished I could stop the tears but mine was invincible within me. I have

never felt embarrassed this way all my life.

The battle just began…






So you brought me here to your people to humiliate me? I knew something wasn’t right when you

insisted I must follow you to go and see your parent a day after you proposed to me. I should have

followed my instincts, I shouldn’t have succumbed to your selfish pressure. But what have you achieved

now? I could imagine what Ronke was going through. Please forgive me, I will make it up to you, I knelt

down to beg her.

I traveled to the village three days after mum embarrassed me to continue my uncle’s work. It was a way

to avoid mum and overcome the pain of what she did to me. My love for mum began to grow sour. Two

days after I got to the village I saw Linda in the village. I never for once looked at her. Even if I’m drunk,

and they brought Linda naked before me, my drunkenness will clear off immediately. I didn’t leave any

stone unturned this time because I knew she was back to the village because I was there. She started

trailing me everywhere I went but she has no effrontery to come close to me. If not that I am a Christian, I

would have arranged for her elimination.

My phone rang, it was Ronke on the line. I will like us to go our separate ways. I am no longer interested

in this relationship. I tried to overlook what happened that day at your family house but I couldn’t. Your

mother does not like me even when she has not known me. How on earth will I be happy in a marriage

my supposed mother in-law hates me. With this level of hatred, I am sure I have no future with you and I

want to move on. As a lady, time is not on my side. As you know, I am already above thirty. Thanks for

the love you have shown me while we were together. I love Becky and daddy. Good night. She never

allowed me to respond before hanging up. I tried several times to call her back but she will not pick my


After three months I couldn’t get Ronke back. I tried all my best to make her come back to me but all to no

avail. I was really devastated by the happenings around me. This began to affect my job adversely. I tried not

to extend my emotional trauma to my job but I couldn’t achieve that. I needed to work hard to be confirmed

as a permanent staff but the events around me wouldn’t allow me achieve my target.

Ronke moved on with her life while I wallowed in the dilemma of my mum’s decision.

I eventually lost my job because of my inability to manage my personal crisis. I concentrated on uncle’s

work and that made me spend more time in the village than in the city. I lost my strength to pray and to

study the word of God. Nothing about God interests me anymore. No strong Christian body or individual

to encourage me to stand in the Lord in the village. I started visiting palm wine joint in the village just to

relax after work. I met Jimmy at the the village palm wine joint and we became close. He started visiting

and we became good friends.

The irony of my life started when Linda was discovered to be pregnant. Of course you must be

wondering what makes Linda’s pregnancy ironical about my life. Who was responsible for her pregnancy

is the riddle in my story that needed to be unravelled.

You want to know who is responsible for Linda’s pregnancy and how that has to do with me?



My dad summoned me to the city for an emergency meeting. What could have gone wrong? Why is dad

desperate about this meeting? I left site and went back to the city to honour dad’s invitation. After I lost

my job, I had no option than to move back to my family house in the city. I arrived the city so late

because our vehicle broke down on the way. When I arrived, the meeting could not hold because it was

really late.

The following morning before I could get up from bed, everyone was ready for the meeting. Becky was sent to

invite me to the meeting. When I got to the sitting room, my dad, mum, my uncle, Becky and Linda were

already seated. I sat on the couch right in front of my uncle. Good morning everyone, dad greeted. There was a

chorused answer from all of us seated. I looked at everyone’s eyes and I could deduce the meeting was about

me. Except for Becky who looked innocent and unaware of the subject of the meeting. Dad pointed at Linda.

My daughter, can you repeat all you told us yesterday? She stood up and was shivering and looking at our eyes

one after the other. Dad encouraged her, Linda speak up. I am pregnant, she said and bursted into tears. My

uncle raised his voice at her. Who is responsible for your pregnancy? She pointed at me and myself and Becky

screamed simultaneously in surprise. There was a moment of silence for some minutes when uncle asked me

to respond to the allegation. Of course, what would I say. A lady I detest with utmost passion. I have never

looked at her lustfully before, then how on earth will I even think of having an affair with her? Even though

mum had polished her a bit but she isn’t just appealing to me. I saw it ridiculous to start saying I know

nothing about her pregnancy yet I wouldn’t take responsibility for what I know nothing about.

I walked out of the meeting without saying a word. I had wished to say something but the words were scarce.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out of it. The following morning I took my bag and left for the village

without informing anyone. I tried not to let Linda’s drama bother me but I lost my peace. I tried severally to

tell myself not to worry about the allegation but I couldn’t control the emotions. The village palm wine joint

and Jimmy became my consolation. Everyday I drank myself to stupor just to erase the thought of Linda and

her alleged pregnancy. Uncle stopped sending money for the project so I became stranded in the village.

Because of my regular patronage, I built a relationship with madam Rita, the palm wine seller. She kept giving

me palm wine on credit while I was broke. Sometimes I had spent all day at the joint since nothing was

happening in the site again. This was how I became a village man.

My world became dark and empty. Jimmy had left me since I was broke. My parents thought I was

responsible for Linda’s pregnancy. Becky tried to reach me but I gave her no audience. To make my world

more mysterious, I lost my phone. When suffering rewrote my name, I decided to reach Becky, I thought

I knew her number off heart but I must have missed one of the digits. Anytime I called I hear the voice of

a man who will always tell me “this is a wrong number”.

But who is actually responsible for Linda’s pregnancy?



Dad and mum came to the village when Linda’s pregnancy was three months. Since you haven’t

denied Linda’s pregnancy, it means you are responsible, dad said. Our tradition here demands we

pay her bride price before she puts to bed. She must also put to bed in our house. It’s an

abomination to put to bed in her father’s house. We have concluded arrangements with her family

that we will be meeting them tomorrow to discuss the bride rites. I tried to say something but like

the other time a force held my mouth from saying anything.

But who have I offended? What have I done wrong? Why are all these happening to me? Where

is the God I served all these years? I lost the love of my life, I lost my job, I lost my salvation, I

am losing my mind and I’m about to become a husband of a woman I hate and a father of a child

I know nothing about. Who will save me from this unwritten drama script that is playing out in

my life, episode by episode?

A graduate of civil engineering with a masters degree in architecture is now a village palm wine

drunkard. My story will teach a lot of young men out there self-dependence after graduation and

why God told Abraham to leave his father’s house to start a home of his own. My major mistake

in life was my attachment to my parents even after school. I have no business living under my

father’s roof again after I graduated from school and was posted to Asaba. I had many

opportunities to get a job there but I insisted I must return home. When I got a contract job with

Boldile limited with accommodation, I should have moved out of my father’s house but I took

that for granted and, see where it has landed me.

My mum who used to be my best friend suddenly turned my enemy. We hardly talk with mum

again. All the Christian values she thought us made me think otherwise seeing the role she

played in my woes. Her body language and disposition during all these my troubles betrayed her

profession of a good Christian life. For the first time I prayed to God to show me mercy and give

me the strength to deny the allegation against me. I was able to tell my dad I wasn’t responsible

for Linda’s pregnancy. My dad hardly doubt me but he was not sure if I was saying the truth this

time. Especially now that I have turned drunk. I requested we wait and allow the baby to be born

so we can do a DNA test but no one ever took me serious. Who will take a drunkard serious?

This time I needed Becky desperately, she will understand me better. But I don’t even have a

phone. I planned to pick her number from dad’s phone anytime I have access to it. As for going

to see Linda’s family tomorrow, that was a no going back.

Who impregnated Linda and how it all happened will be revealed in the next episode….




*_EPISODE THREE(Penultimate)_*


Jimmy got close to me because he was paid to do so but I wasn’t suspicious. Linda had trailed

me all over the village to know I was always at the palm wine joint. So she paid Jimmy to be

patronising the same joint in order to make me his friend so she could carry out her evil plans.

Every time he came to the joint, he had a mission to get me for Linda. It’s true, my people says

“whatever a man loves to eat is what they will poison him with.” I was never a drunk until my

life became miserable. The palm wine was to make me forget my sorrow temporarily but

drinking became an addiction.

That night, I was so heavily drunk that I couldn’t walk back home. I was vomiting and stooling at

the same time. Jimmy and some good Samaritan led me back to the house. That night was the

night it happened. I was hypnotized so Linda could rape me. It was well planned by Jimmy and

Linda. A local sleeping medicine was added to my drink that night that made me totally out of

my body. I slept for over 50 hours before I could regain myself but it was already too late. The

deed had been done. My seed had been stolen. This was how I got Linda pregnant.

This revelation was made known to me by one of Jimmy and Linda’s accomplice. He was angry

because the agreement made with him was bridged. Part of the agreement was that Linda will

have a round of sex with each of them after she must have finished raping me. After she was

done with Jimmy the plan changed and he was offered money instead of sex. He insisted the

agreement must be honoured or else he will expose all their schemes. They never took him

serious. Now that it was obvious I impregnated Linda the plan for the traditional wedding could

not be stopped. As at this time, Jimmy was no more in the village. He had moved to another

place. I didn’t bother to take up the matter because of the stigma I will attract to myself. Imagine

the first time we came to the village like one royal family. And how things had turned to the

contrary for me.

Linda’s bride price was paid and she moved in with me in our family house in the village. Our

family house in the village is a large compound with no single soul living there but me. Another

page of my life just started. Living with a woman I never loved. The money dad dropped for us

finished in one week. I started going to farm with some of my friends to make ends meet. I have

to feed my pregnant wife and myself. I have never farmed before but I have to learn it this time.

An engineer turned farmer. I begged uncle to let us continue work on the site but he kept

complaining he had no money to continue. Then I became a definition and case study of

suffering. My dreams and aspirations were buried at the graveyard of unwanted marriage. Some

days, I could go from morning till night without eating. So, I started living together with Linda as

husband and wife. I didn’t touch her until she gave birth. She didn’t bother too after making

attempts twice to make me perform my conjugal duty towards her.

She gave birth to a baby boy and the story continue..



After Linda put to bed I began to discover many things about her. I made up my mind to accept

her as my wife knowing what God says in His word about marriage. We started living as

husband and wife but I was never happy for one day. Her understanding about life was grossly

shallow. I have to teach her everything. Linda also bed wet, she eats like a donkey. Her table

manner was disgusting. Making love to her was always a nightmare because two days after the

act, the odour can still be perceived everywhere in the house. She doesn’t pray nor go to church.

When she menstruates she could keep her menstrual pants for days. I have to beg her before she

will reluctantly wash them. Sometimes I do the washing myself to save us from choking with

offensive odour. Words will fail me to describe how local and unteachable Linda was.

I came back from farm one fateful day and realised everywhere was oozing out with an odour

like that of a decayed egg. What’s smelling? I asked in anger. She doesn’t seem to be perceiving

the odour. I began to search everywhere in the house to discover where the offensive odour was

coming from, then I found a black polythene bag wrapped with strange threads. The sight was

horrific hence I couldn’t touch it. What is this? I asked Linda. She came close to peep. When she

realised it was the content of the polythene bag I was asking for, she hissed and went back to

what she was doing. Unknown to me, my wife had been visiting native doctors. It was charm that

was in the bag.

Linda made my life hell on earth. She became a terror and a thorn in my flesh. When our son

started walking, Linda became wild as she began to keep late nights. I dare not challenge her

why she left our son to only God knows where? She could come outside the compound to shout

and call me names. She knows how much such attitudes embarrasses me but that became her tool

to cage me. Linda started following her old boyfriends from other villages. She was jumping

from one man to the other and when I reported her to her mother, she made light of it.

Twice I had treated gonorrhea because of my wife’s infidelity. I became an object of mockery in

the village because of my wife’s promiscuity. Linda was shameless despite the fact that she had

been disgraced several times for sleeping with other women’s husbands. Whenever I tried to talk

to my wife, she would go crazy. I realised I had become afraid of Linda so much that I couldn’t

correct her for any wrongdoing.

I knew I had been bewitched but I couldn’t do anything about it. I became the wife while Linda

became the husband. Whenever she was angry, she could harm you with any dangerous thing

around. She had thrown kitchen knife at me thrice in anger. The last one almost hit me on my left

eye but for my swiftness. Something happened to our son that led to many revelations.



Junior was sick and was almost dying. From our local health centre, we were referred to General

hospital at the state capital for further diagnosis and treatment. Series of tests were conducted on

him but the results were not different from the previous ones. The senior paediatric doctor only

visit on Thursdays to attend to critical cases. We had to wait for two more days to be able to see

him. When he came, he didn’t waste much time before he diagnosed junior to be a sickle cell

patient. I was shocked to my bone on hearing this because I am AA. We were asked to get his

father to donate two pints of blood to save his life. I was whisked to the laboratory and tests were

reconducted on me but they weren’t satisfied I could donate blood for him.

This latest discovery generated a lot of questions on my mind. How can junior be SS when I’m

AA? Why can’t I donate blood for my own son? What is going on? Due to Linda’s illiteracy, she

didn’t give all these any second thought. All she was interested in was how her son would get

well. I went into the ward, carried junior and starred at his eyes for a long time. As I looked at

him dying, something kept ringing in my mind, “he is not your son”. I tried to wave those

thoughts away but they sounded louder. How on earth would I be able to prove my thought?

DNA test comes at a huge cost. Where would a local farmer like me get such amount of money?

Even junior’s hospital bill, it took me some begging before I could pay 50%.

We spent another two days in the hospital and junior got better and we were discharged. But I

made up my mind I would go for a DNA test at all cost. I began to save money little by little but

I was never able to raise any amount close to doing a DNA test. I decided to travel to the city

with my little savings. I met dad and my uncle and insisted I wanted a DNA test. The way I

sounded made my dad and uncle to consider my request. In three weeks my uncle raised the

money for the DNA test and I returned back to the village.

It was easy to get Linda to agree for the test because I only told her junior needed more treatment

that will make him better. The following day we headed to Abuja for the test. I insisted we go

with one of her brothers who is a bit enlightened so he could see everything as it would unfold.

The crowd was much when we got to the facility where we were to conduct that test so we had to

travel back to the village without the result. We couldn’t stay further because of fear of incurring

more expenses. In two days we were called upon to pick up the test result. This time I went with

Linda’s brother alone to get the result.



We got the test result and I begged the doctor to explain the result and it’s implication for us. The

test is negative, meaning you are not the biological father of Ojonugwa Junior. I looked at

Linda’s brother, he looked at me too and our eyes communicated disappointment. We took the

result and left for the village. I had been able to get a small phone that could make and receive

calls. On the way, I sent a text to Becky “I am not the biological father of junior”. She called me

back immediately. When I picked, I couldn’t talk because of Linda’s brother beside me. Becky, I

will talk to you when I get home, so we hung up. As soon as I got home, I called dad and uncle to

inform them of the development. They both didn’t sound happy but I don’t want to know their

feelings now. All I was happy for was that I have been vindicated at last.

When we got home, the anger in Linda’s brother was fierce and hot. He took the whole thing

personally as he began to beat up his sister. “You have disgraced our family”, “my father in the

grave will never forgive you” he ranted at her while she looked confused. No one had explained

to her that the DNA test shows I am not the father of her son. He ordered her to remove all her

belongings in my house because she is going with him immediately. Some neighbours gathered

and begged him to involve the elders in their family before taking her back home. At this

juncture she understood it had been discovered I was not responsible for the pregnancy that

produced junior. Her countenance changed, her tears dropped uncontrollably. The love I had for

junior disappeared to thin air in a twinkle of an eye. I suddenly detest the child who was my

consolation. I had been betrayed, bewitched and cheated by an illiterate.

How come she played smart on me with all my education? I blamed myself for everything that

had happened to me. This is the time I need to return to God. I have left him like the prodigal

son, I will return back to him. The cockroach in the soup had been discovered. I need a new life.

I must be out of this bondage my stupidity had brought me into. The development made Linda

sick and she couldn’t eat for three days. A meeting was arranged between both families a week

later to address the latest development. In the meeting, it was agreed the bride price we paid on

her will be returned back to us. She will also leave my house with her son. When they asked her

to tell the meeting who was responsible for her pregnancy that produced junior she couldn’t talk.

She later made a confession that she never raped me that night. Jimmy had been having affair

with Linda before I came into the picture, even though they were not dating. Jimmy was the one

responsible for Linda’s pregnancy and not me. That was why he ran out of the village because he

knew one day the truth would be revealed. This incident ended my stay in the village. I followed

dad back to the city and there was a reunion again. My coming back from the village made

Becky so happy. It was difficult to forgive mum but I did it. I went in search of Ronke but she

was nowhere to be found. What happened between us broke her so much that she had to return

back to the UK. I still loved Ronke but she was nowhere to be found.

I began to attend church again. I bounced back as a Christian. My pastor encouraged me to get a

wife to fasten the healing of my heart but I was not interested in any woman now. I knew I

needed a break. This time I cannot afford to make another mistake.



We had a three day marriage seminar in our church for the singles and the married. A guest

speaker was brought to address marital challenges in Christian homes. By the time he was done I

had many unanswered questions on my mind. While he was teaching, he spoke about divorce

and remarriage and he proved I can’t remarry while Linda is still alive. I booked to see him for

personal counseling after the program and he still maintained his stand. I’d rather stay unmarried

than go back to Linda, I said to myself. This was really hard on me but I never wanted to disobey

God this time.




*_EPISODE FOUR(Final Episode)_*

I rather stay unmarried than return back to Linda. I made up my mind to serve God with or

without marriage. I wouldn’t want anything that would distract me this time. I began to follow

Engr. Thomas to his sites just to get some money for myself. Engr. Thomas was a big time

contractor with connection everywhere, both home and abroad. He didn’t employ me but he will

always invite me to join his engineers anytime they have any project. He began to love my job

because of my combined experience in civil engineering and architecture.

(My story should be able to encourage those whose lives are upside down now that God can turn

every situation around for good.)

Engr. Thomas got a six month contract with a Chinese company based in the UK and he selected

me as one of his team of engineers. In two weeks, my passport and visa were ready. When God

wants to favour a man, everything works together for him. At the embassy, the consular didn’t

check my documents. I saw God at work.

On the 16th of February as we were getting in for a conference organised by the Nigerian

Ministry of Information for Nigerians in diaspora, I saw Ronke walking in, on a blue jean and

white T-shirt. I couldn’t believe my eyes but it was true. Ronke was here right before me after

years of separation. I walked up to her and she was surprised to see me in the UK. We hugged

passionately right in the sight of other participants. I quickly checked her fingers and she smiled.

Ronke is yet to be married. I was overwhelmed with joy but I suddenly remembered I can’t

remarry while Linda is still alive.

I prayed to God never to allow me miss this opportunity again. I was in a state of dilemma when

my phone beeped. It was a text message from Becky, “brother, Linda is dead”. I had mixed

feelings but it sounded like a good news even though it is not right to rejoice over the death of

another person. I called Becky immediately to hear the full gist. Linda died of HIV/AIDS. The

good news suddenly turned bad news. I exchanged contacts and addresses with Ronke but I

never waited to finish the conference because of the news of the cause of Linda’s death. I rushed

into the nearest health centre to carry out a HIV test.

The result was negative, praise God! I reconciled with Ronke and life returned back to me again.

Thanks to Engr. Thomas whom God used to bring me to the UK to realign me back to my love. I

got wedded with Ronke and one month later, I joined her in the UK. We are now happily married

with two wonderful kids. God is faithful.

Are you trying to give up? Is your life messed up? Are you in a web of life? I challenge you to

wait on God today. If he did it for me, he will do it for you. I pray God who showed me mercy

and realigned me back to the track will visit you.

Thanks for reading!



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