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STORIES FROM THE HEART

‘NO REGRETS’ (Part 2)

‘Daddy’ I called out to my husband with the super print I bought in my hand. He was flipping through the pages of a newspaper.  He looked up at me  as I placed the cloth on his lap. I bought this wrapper at the

Market yesterday and I want to send it to the tailor nearby. He kept quiet for a short while and then asked where I got the money I used in purchasing the wrapper. I told him the whole truth, but he did not utter a word. I was so uncomfortable with his silence so I try to explain the reason for my action. You know I have added so much weight, all my clothes are no longer my size and each time I asked you for money, you will always tell me that you don’t have money. I have no other choice but to do what I did.  Please I need some money to advance the tailor so that she can commence the sowing. “Why do you come to ask me for money? He ask sharply trying hard to control his anger. You know how you manage to get the money to buy the cloth. Don’t you? .do likewise and get money to pay the tailor.

 He stood up dropped the newspaper in his hand and left the house. He did not come back until 10pm, went straight to bed and slept off. I cried my heart out that day.

Nothing was said about this issue until about a weeks’ time when I gave him a list of the things I need to buy for the house. You can never imagine what he did.  Without uttering a word, he took the list from me, took out a pen from his front pocket. He is always having a pen in his front pocket whether he is at home or going out. The next thing he did is to cancel out some of the things I wrote down. Some others he slashed down there prices. Did his calculation, went into the room and came out shortly with some money which he dropped on the table. I looked at the list and noticed that he had slashed the price up to half. I was shocked by what is starring at me.

“But Daddy this money won’t take me anywhere. You know you asked me to go to market once a week and there is no foodstuff left in this house”.

“So you want to finish my money eh”? He shouted at me. I was warned not to marry you because they said you will finish my money but I didn’t believe them. Now I know better” he concluded.        “Ooh! My God!. I broke down in tears. “Daddy how can you say this. Since you married me what have you bought for me” still in tears. “What do I have? The clothes I have are the once I came with from my parents’ house which most of them are no longer my size. Look at my face filled with pimples. You have refused to give me money for my cream. Was like this when you married me?” I asked demanding an answer from him. “Tell me. which newly married woman looked as terrible as I do now” By this time I was crying so loud such that our neighbors could hear me.”

 If anybody comes here to enquire why you are crying, I will so beat you up that you will regret the day you were born”. He warned sternly.

I cried so much that day till I could no longer cry. My head was banging and my voice became cracked. I could no longer think straight. “What have I gotten myself into”? I asked. I began to count in my mind the no of young suitors that sought my hand in marriage which I rejected for this wicked man who can pass for my father.

“Oh God please come and help me” I cried some more. “For how long will this continue? How long can I bear this inhuman attitude of my husband”? I looked up to heaven hoping I can somehow get a pacifying answer. but no answer seem to come from above.  I touched my stomach by now my pregnancy is getting to the four months and visible too. I thought of running away from my home. But where do I run to? I have no relation of mine here. I don’t even have a penny to my name. “God please come and intervene in this matter and fast too”. I prayed silently.

after I have calmed myself down, I went to him knelt down and pleaded with him to at least give me  #50 naira which was for my transport to and from  the market which he cancelled. This was the best option to implore so as to soften his heart. So I thought. “Daddy please for the sake of your baby am carrying please help me. “” The market is far and the sun is intense and scorching

.”  How sure am  I that this baby you are carrying is mine” he asked as he got up, shoved me aside and went out of the house.

I stood up, told myself “Nelly cry no more” you must have to find a way out of this mess you put yourself in. Crying won’t help in any way. I have to see what I can buy with the little money that I have. At any point it got finished within the week, that’s it. I won’t kill myself.

By Wednesday of the preceding week, the foodstuff finished and he refused to bring out money.

At his workplace where he is working as an accountant, they serve them breakfast and lunch. So he does not care if there is food at home or not.

By Thursday, not even a grain of rice could be found in my house. I was so hungry that I was forced to go to his uncle’s wife to beg for food. I narrated what transpired between my husband and I the previous week. “What? a pregnant woman, does he want you to die” she was so furious and decided to tongue lash him when he returns from work but I pleaded with her not to as he had warned me against telling outsiders things that had happened in our home. She gave me food to eat and latter some food stuff that will take me trough to Saturday.

Some of you by now will be asking if this story is real, could there be truth in this. Can a human being be so heartless? off course this is true life movie playing out right before you.

If you think this is too much to bear. What he did to me in the future will make you call out for him to be napped.

 Wow! Some men are so mean. I won’t even wish such a man for my enemy.

Please keep in touch and don’t miss the part 3 of this touchy stories, straight from the heart. cheerrrrrsssssss!

 

julietsc Administrator
Juliet Nnadozie is a peace advocate, a character moulder, and a home builder. She is also a script writer, a movie director, producer, editor and an actress. She is the CEO Passions Global Media; an outfit that is into talent hunt and childrens drama productions.
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julietsc Administrator
Juliet Nnadozie is a peace advocate, a character moulder, and a home builder. She is also a script writer, a movie director, producer, editor and an actress. She is the CEO Passions Global Media; an outfit that is into talent hunt and childrens drama productions.

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STORIES FROM THE HEART

‘NO REGRETS’ (Part 2)

‘Daddy’ I called out to my husband with the super print I bought in my hand. He was flipping through the pages of a newspaper.  He looked up at me  as I placed the cloth on his lap. I bought this wrapper at the

Market yesterday and I want to send it to the tailor nearby. He kept quiet for a short while and then asked where I got the money I used in purchasing the wrapper. I told him the whole truth, but he did not utter a word. I was so uncomfortable with his silence so I try to explain the reason for my action. You know I have added so much weight, all my clothes are no longer my size and each time I asked you for money, you will always tell me that you don’t have money. I have no other choice but to do what I did.  Please I need some money to advance the tailor so that she can commence the sowing. “Why do you come to ask me for money? He ask sharply trying hard to control his anger. You know how you manage to get the money to buy the cloth. Don’t you? .do likewise and get money to pay the tailor.

 He stood up dropped the newspaper in his hand and left the house. He did not come back until 10pm, went straight to bed and slept off. I cried my heart out that day.

Nothing was said about this issue until about a weeks’ time when I gave him a list of the things I need to buy for the house. You can never imagine what he did.  Without uttering a word, he took the list from me, took out a pen from his front pocket. He is always having a pen in his front pocket whether he is at home or going out. The next thing he did is to cancel out some of the things I wrote down. Some others he slashed down there prices. Did his calculation, went into the room and came out shortly with some money which he dropped on the table. I looked at the list and noticed that he had slashed the price up to half. I was shocked by what is starring at me.

“But Daddy this money won’t take me anywhere. You know you asked me to go to market once a week and there is no foodstuff left in this house”.

“So you want to finish my money eh”? He shouted at me. I was warned not to marry you because they said you will finish my money but I didn’t believe them. Now I know better” he concluded.        “Ooh! My God!. I broke down in tears. “Daddy how can you say this. Since you married me what have you bought for me” still in tears. “What do I have? The clothes I have are the once I came with from my parents’ house which most of them are no longer my size. Look at my face filled with pimples. You have refused to give me money for my cream. Was like this when you married me?” I asked demanding an answer from him. “Tell me. which newly married woman looked as terrible as I do now” By this time I was crying so loud such that our neighbors could hear me.”

 If anybody comes here to enquire why you are crying, I will so beat you up that you will regret the day you were born”. He warned sternly.

I cried so much that day till I could no longer cry. My head was banging and my voice became cracked. I could no longer think straight. “What have I gotten myself into”? I asked. I began to count in my mind the no of young suitors that sought my hand in marriage which I rejected for this wicked man who can pass for my father.

“Oh God please come and help me” I cried some more. “For how long will this continue? How long can I bear this inhuman attitude of my husband”? I looked up to heaven hoping I can somehow get a pacifying answer. but no answer seem to come from above.  I touched my stomach by now my pregnancy is getting to the four months and visible too. I thought of running away from my home. But where do I run to? I have no relation of mine here. I don’t even have a penny to my name. “God please come and intervene in this matter and fast too”. I prayed silently.

after I have calmed myself down, I went to him knelt down and pleaded with him to at least give me  #50 naira which was for my transport to and from  the market which he cancelled. This was the best option to implore so as to soften his heart. So I thought. “Daddy please for the sake of your baby am carrying please help me. “” The market is far and the sun is intense and scorching

.”  How sure am  I that this baby you are carrying is mine” he asked as he got up, shoved me aside and went out of the house.

I stood up, told myself “Nelly cry no more” you must have to find a way out of this mess you put yourself in. Crying won’t help in any way. I have to see what I can buy with the little money that I have. At any point it got finished within the week, that’s it. I won’t kill myself.

By Wednesday of the preceding week, the foodstuff finished and he refused to bring out money.

At his workplace where he is working as an accountant, they serve them breakfast and lunch. So he does not care if there is food at home or not.

By Thursday, not even a grain of rice could be found in my house. I was so hungry that I was forced to go to his uncle’s wife to beg for food. I narrated what transpired between my husband and I the previous week. “What? a pregnant woman, does he want you to die” she was so furious and decided to tongue lash him when he returns from work but I pleaded with her not to as he had warned me against telling outsiders things that had happened in our home. She gave me food to eat and latter some food stuff that will take me trough to Saturday.

Some of you by now will be asking if this story is real, could there be truth in this. Can a human being be so heartless? off course this is true life movie playing out right before you.

If you think this is too much to bear. What he did to me in the future will make you call out for him to be napped.

 Wow! Some men are so mean. I won’t even wish such a man for my enemy.

Please keep in touch and don’t miss the part 3 of this touchy stories, straight from the heart. cheerrrrrsssssss!

 

julietsc Administrator
Juliet Nnadozie is a peace advocate, a character moulder, and a home builder. She is also a script writer, a movie director, producer, editor and an actress. She is the CEO Passions Global Media; an outfit that is into talent hunt and childrens drama productions.
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Juliet Nnadozie is a peace advocate, a character moulder, and a home builder. She is also a script writer, a movie director, producer, editor and an actress. She is the CEO Passions Global Media; an outfit that is into talent hunt and childrens drama productions.

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