11/09/2016
MY WEDDING NIGHT
(Read this Interesting
and Touching story)
I write with Tears.....
I woke up after my
wedding night to see a
knife buried in
my husband’s chest,
our bed sheet soaked
with blood.
I couldn’t believe my
eyes, i couldn’t believe
it was all real.
I held my dead husband
and looked around.
“no this can’t be
happening” i breathed,
trying hard to
control myself. But control myself. But it
was all real, Damian
was cold and
still. He was dead for
real. “nooo” i sobbed
quietly, wondering
what to do, wondering
the next step to take.
There was any doubt, i
was about experiencing
a very
terrible twist in my life.
Damian was definitely
murdered by
someone who was so
desperate to destroy
my happiness. I
sat down on the floor
while my mind flashed
back to how i
met my husband.
After Nysc, early the
previous year. I came to
Abuja to live
with my elder brother
who was a doctor in
one of the city
hospitals. He had no
problem getting me a
good job in a
very popular
construction company
inside the city.
Seriously i counted
myself as a very lucky
girl because i
was the first to get a
job among all my
classmates and
friends. I started work
in Damian’s office as a
secretary and
that was when my life
took a dramatic turn.
Damian who was my
boss, a white and an
American citizen
quickly took interest in
me. He was so sweet
and caring but
equally a womanizer.
Everyone warned me to
be careful.
My colleagues advised
me to be professional
when dealing
with him and never give
in to his demands,
which i obeyed.
But surprisingly he
continued disturbing
me, even after
turning him down so
many times. The more i
turned him
away, the more bolder
he got.
This continued until i
finally gave in to him.
We had a very sweet
relationship that soon
became the talk
of the town. As our
relationship progressed,
i starting
getting threats from
his old girlfriends both in
Nigeria and
abroad, but it never
stopped me from giving
up on him.
Three months into the
relationship, he
proposed to me and
met my people,
drawing another shock
from everyone,
especially the white
community.
Our marriage was
quickly fixed and i
insisted for it to be
done in Nigeria becaudone in Nigeria
because
of my family and
friends which he
accepted without
hesitation.
Damian’s mother,
family members and
friends arrived the
country two days to
our wedding. I had a
very long talk with
his mum and cousins
who all tried to be nice
to me even
though the resentment
on their faces were
noticeable.
The church weddiThe church wedding
and reception went
very well. Damian
really spared no cost in
organising the whole
show. We
planned travelling to
Dubai the next day for
our honeymoon,
which made us spend
our first night as
husband and wife in
his big house where
almost all his family
members and
friends slept.
Anyone of them could
have crept into the
room as we slept
and struck him, but
there wasn’t any doubt
i would be the
major suspect….
“Oh no” i wailed with a
loud voice, drawing the
attention of
everyone in the house.
Within minutes, almost
every
member of the white
community was in
Damian’s house.
It was as if they were
all waiting for such
news….
I couldn’t believe i was
married only for one
night….
MY WEDDING NIGHT
(Episode 2)
I really can’t write how
hurt and empty i was
that fateful morning. I
can’t describe how
devastated i was nor
how my heart bled. I
was totally broken and
dead. I couldn’t even call
my brother to tell him
the bad situation i
found myself. In fact
my soul and my spirit
ran away from me. I
was just a shadow of
myself.
The devil just took time
to urinate on my
destiny. Damian’s
mother never bothered
nor cared about my
feelings, instead pulled
out the knife from her
son’s body when my
cries brought her to the
room and almost
stabbed me with fury,
screaming some
incoherent words, until
other members of the
family came in and held
her. “i said it; nothing
good ever comes out of
Africa. She stabbed
him, she probably did it
in her sleep, or maybe
it’s witchcraft. God
save my soul” the old
woman screamed and
cried.
I simply sat beside the
bed and cried out my
heart. I was just like a
cornered rat. I was
simply in the midst of
foreigners. In the midst
of people who saw me
as a second class
animal or probably a
gold digger. None of
them spoke to me nor
asked how it all
happened. I barely had
changed my night wear
when an ambulance
arrived with men from
the force headquarters.
Before i knew what
was happening, i found
myself at the back of a
police SUV while th
