My Story: Ogochukwu Onuchukwu shares her story from the grave

This story was posted on www.ogorip.com and tells of a woman’s struggle to seek her husband and his family’s acceptance. This is a must read for everyone (male/female). Learn from this story, this could have been your sister, mother or friend

My mum is crying. I can see  her from here. She has aged since the last time I saw her. 
Why does she look so old and why is she so thin? Can someone console her? Can someone make her stop  crying?

I try to get up but I can’t. I try to reach for her, but I’m stuck where  I am. It is very dark in here, and very cold, so very cold.

What am I doing here?
   Where is everybody?   Where are my children?  I begin to panic, to struggle;  I want to get out of this dark room. 

I can hear Uzo calling. She’s calling my name. Then, I see mum again. And I hear Uzo again. I don’t see my children. Where are my children? I can’t see beyond the walls of this dark and cold room.

Uzo calls again. 

She sounds desperate to rouse me from my sleep. I am struggling  to wake but I can’t. I open my eyes and they shut of their own accord. 
I am powerless to keep them from shutting. And I find as soon as I stop struggling,  my sleep becomes sweet repose. Suddenly I don’t want to wake from it just yet. It is peaceful.

I see mum again, and I see Uzo. Uzo keeps calling. She won’t stop calling. She is crying too, just like mum. 

Can someone bring Kamsi and Amanda to me? Can someone bring my babies to me? I need to hug them, Kamsi, especially. Is he crying too and calling out for me? 
Does he understand that I  am gone? Kamsi will miss me. 

He is a special child, you know; Kamsiyochukwu – my son and my first child. 

I prayed and longed for his birth. He was the blessing  from above that would seal Kevin’s love for me and give me some footing in his  home and some acceptance from his family. 

Before Kamsi, I was a nobody in Kevin’s home. 
I was born the last of nine children, the baby of the family. I was used to love and affection. I was  everyone’s baby. I grew up knowing that everyone had my back, I grew up knowing  the safety and security of being the baby of the home. You may then understand  my shock when I stepped out of my home and into new territory with the man of my  dreams only to find that I was really not as special as I had been made to  believe. I look back to that day when Kevin took me home to introduce me to my new family. The cold and rude shock of the welcome his brother’s wife gave me  set off an alarm in my head.

These people didn’t think I was special. In fact,  her first words were, ”Kevin, ebe   kwa ka isi dute nka?” (Kevin, “Where on earth did you bring this one from?) That would be the first time I would be addressed as “this one” and from  then on, I grappled with the realization that I was not welcome in my new home.

I remember my first Christmas  at Ihiala as a new bride. My brother-in-law’s wife would sneer and clap and  refer to me as “Ndi ji ukwu azo akwu” (the people who process palm fruits with  their bare feet). I knew she meant my impoverished home town of Nsukka. She  would sing to me all day long telling me the only reason why their brother  married me was because of my beauty and complexion.

Now, I lie here and I wonder  if I was in my right mind to ignore the several other alarms over my 12- year  union with Kevin.

I had to ignore them, I told  myself. I had already taken my vows to be with Kevin until death did us  part.

They never really wanted me, I  can now see. But I was too blinded by love to realize that. I needed to do  something to cement Kevin’s heart with mine. I needed to remain Kevin’s wife and  to prove to the world that indeed Love would conquer  all.

When after one year of  marriage there were still no children, the painful journey that sent me to my  grave started. I went from specialist to specialist, ingested every kind of pill  that promised to boost my fertility. As my desperation grew, so did pressure  from Kevin’s family. My horror-movie life story started playing out; the  horror-movie life that has sent me to an early and cold grave from where I write  this letter to my husband.

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My sweet Kevin,

We started to fight over  little things. The fights were worse after you visited home or attended any of  your numerous family meetings. You came home one evening and asked me to move  out of the bedroom we both shared and into the guestroom downstairs. The next  time you returned from the meeting, you tied me up with a rope and used your  belt on me. No one heard my screams.

I remember when you told me  that your family had asked you to remarry. You showed me documents of all your  numerous landed property including the house we lived in. Your brother was  listed as next of kin. When I asked you about it, your answer rocked the ground  I was standing on. You said, “What have you to show that entitles you to any  stake in this household?” You were referring to my  barreness.

It is funny how to my family  and friends, I was the beautiful and loving Ogo, whilst to you and your family I  was a worthless piece of rag. You called me barren. I could have fled but your  love and acceptance was of more worth to me than the love and admiration of the  world outside our home. I desperately sought to be loved by you, Kevin.
In your  family’s presence I felt unworthy, unloved and unwanted. Yet, I stayed on. I  would make you love me one way or the other and I knew that one sure way would
be to produce a child, an heir for you. That was the most important thing to  you.

I began the numerous  procedures, painful procedures, including surgery. I gave myself daily shots. At  some point the needles could no longer pierce my skin. My skin had toughened to  the piercing pain of needles.

After seven years of marriage,  our prayers were answered. God blessed us with our son Kamsiyochukwu, which  means ‘’Just as I asked of the Lord’’. God had intervened and miracles were  about to start happening because for the first time in seven years, my  mother-in-law called me. Finally I was home. I had been accepted. I was now a woman, a wife and a mother. Finally there was peace. Kamsi will be four in  November.

The miracles stayed with me  because 18 months later through another procedure, Chimamanda was born. Her  birth was bitter sweet for me. Sweet because you Kevin, my husband, and my  in-laws would love me more for bearing a second child, but bitter because this  particular birth almost cost me my life. The doctors had become very concerned.  You see, I had developed too many complications from all the different  procedures I had undergone in the journey to have children and these were beginning to get in the way of normal everyday living. I developed conditions  that had almost become life threatening.   So the doctors sent me off with my new bundle of joy and with a stern  warning not to try for another child as I may not be so lucky.

I chuckled,  almost gleefully. Why would I want to try for a third child? God had given me a  boy and a girl, what more could I ask for. I was only ever so thankful to God.
Kevin, you and I gave numerous and very generous donations to different churches  in thanksgiving to God. All was well. I was happy and fulfilled. Kevin, you  loved me again. Your family accepted me. Life was good. And all was quiet again.  …………………… For a while.

Then fate struck me a blow. As  if to remind me that my stay in your house was temporary and was never really  going to be peaceful, Kamsi – our son, our first fruit, my pride and joy and the  child that gave me a place in my husband’s home, began to show signs of slowed  development; the visits to the doctors resumed, this time on account of Kamsi.
We started seeing therapists. After we’d been from one doctor to another I  decided I had to resort to prayer. I was frightened. I was terrified. I was
threatened. I started to feel unwell. I had difficulty breathing. I needed to  see my doctors, Kamsi too. He wasn’t doing too well either. He had difficulty
with his speech. He was slow to comprehend things. I did not know for sure what  was wrong with him but I knew all was not well. Not with him and not with me. We
were denied visas to the USA because we had overstayed on our last trip on  account of Kamsi’s treatments. So whilst we waited for a lawyer to help us clear
up the immigration issues with America, I applied for a UK visa and sought help  in London. But by then, trouble had reared its head at home, again.

Kevin, you  had again become very impatient with me. My fears were fully alive again. The  battles it seemed I had won were again in full rage. My husband, in your
irritable impatience and anger, you told me to my face that our son, my Kamsi,  was worthless to you. You said he was abnormal. You said that our daughter, my
Amanda, was a girl and that you had no need for a girl child because she would  someday be married off. I remember, in pain, that you didn’t attend Amanda’s
christening because you were upset with me. You told me your mother was more important to you than “THESE THINGS” I brought to your house. You were referring
to our children, were you not? “THESE THINGS”.

My heart bled. I wept  bitterly. Then I quickly calmed my fears by telling myself that you were under a  lot of stress at work and that you were also probably reacting to all the money  that you had spent on my treatments. Surely, all that was getting to you?  Even when you threatened me with a  knife, twice you did that, I still felt unworthy of you and very deserving of  your hatred. Even when you would say: “I will kill you and nothing will happen  because you have no one to fight for you”, I kept on struggling to get you to  love me because, Kevin, your validation was important to  me

You had refused to give me  money for my medical trip to London. I knew then it was because you had your  hands full with caring and catering for everybody who was dear to you. Your  finances were stretched. I thought then that in time you would come around.

My health continued to get  worse. Eventually, I made it to London.   After extensive consultations and tests, I was given a definitive  diagnosis. My condition was life threatening. It was from this time, when it was  clear that I required surgery to save me life that I came face to face with a  different kind of war from our home.

Kevin, you stopped speaking with me. I was  in pain, in anguish and in tears. I didn’t understand what was happening. I had  stayed three weeks in London and Kevin, you never called, sent a text or  inquired how I was faring. You stopped taking my calls. Instead I got a call  from my cousin in whose care I had left my children. She was frantic with worry  because there was no food in the house for the children to eat;
Kevin you had  refused to provide food for our children. Kevin, you had also refused to pay for  Kamsi’s home schooling.

Then Kevin, I received that e-mail from you. The only communication from you for the entire period I was in  London.
Do you remember?
It was an angry email. You berated me for putting your  integrity at stake at your work place. Apparently your employers had called a  hospital in London to inquire about me and were told that no one by my name was  ever their patient. I  later found out that you had given the wrong  hospital name to your employers. Do you remember, Kevin?

For the first time in my 12  year marriage, the alarm bells in my head began to sound real. For the first  time in 12 years, I felt real anger stir up in my heart. Kevin, I was angry  because you paid no heed to the hospital where your wife was at in London. You  had no clue and cared little about what I was going through. Yet you would
berate me for putting your INTEGRITY at work at stake. Your integrity was your  primary concern, not my health.

Then it hit me! All these  years I was trying to be all I could be for you, Kevin, to make you happy, to  please you, Kevin, ……… you actually hated me. You didn’t want me in your life. The signs were all there. Your family had showed me from day one that they  didn’t want me. I was the object of a hatred that I could not explain. I
couldn’t understand why.

Then I saw the hand writing on  the wall, all those many things that went on. You even sold my car whilst I was  still lying on a hospital bed in London, with no word to me. I was not to learn  of what you had done until I returned to Nigeria. The doctors had allowed me to  return to prepare for surgery.

Kevin, do you remember that on  my return I gave you a pair of shoes I had bought for you? Kevin, my husband, do  you remember hurling those shoes at me? Kevin, do you remember me breaking down  in tears? Kevin, do you remember me asking you that night, many times over, why  you hated me so much, what I had done to make you hate me as much as you did?

“You are disturbing me, and if you continue, I`ll move out and inform the  company that I no longer live in the house. Then they will come and drive you  away”. Kevin, my husband, that was your response to me. Did you know then I only  had days to live?
Is that why you  told me that would be the last time I would see you physically? Did you know it would only be a few more hours?

I still had a surgery to go  through. Kevin, since you wanted no part in it, I had contacted the medical  officer in your company directly for referrals. I left Eket for Lagos on
Saturday. That same day I consulted with the specialist surgeon and surgery was  scheduled for Monday morning.

In those final hours, as I  prepared for my surgery, I was alone, my spirit was broken. I had lost all the  fight in me. Kevin, I knew that nothing I did or said would turn you heart  toward me, and I had nobody for whom you had any regards who would speak up for  me.

In those final hours, Kevin, I  called you. This was Sunday morning, less than 24 hours to my death. Do you  remember, Kevin? I called you to share what the specialist surgeon had said. I  was still shaking from your screams on the phone when I got in here. You did not  want me to bother you, you screamed. I should  go to my brothers and sisters,  you screamed. I should pay you back all the money you gave me for my treatment  in London, you screamed. Kevin, did you know that would be my last conversation  with you? My last conversation with you, my husband, my love, my life, ended  with you banging the phone on me.

Recalling the abusive words,  the spitting, the beating, the bruising, the knifing, and the promise that I  would not live long for daring to forget to buy garden eggs for your mother, an  insult you vowed I would pay for with my life ……., I knew then it was over for  me. There was no rationalizing needed any longer. Even the blind could see ………. You did not want me in your life.

I went in for surgery on  Monday morning, February 27, 2012, and after battling for several hours, I  yielded my spirit.

Kevin, my husband, I lived my  promise to God. The promise I made on the day I wedded  you.

For better ………………………… For  worse
For richer …………………………. For poorer
In Sickness ………………………. And in health
To love ………………………….. And to  cherish

Till DEATH US DO PART!

And it  has.

NOW I AM  DEAD!!!!!!!

Just as your mum predicted …..  Her cold words follow me to morgue. She swore to me that I would leave her son’s  house dead or alive. I couldn’t leave whilst I still breathed. It had to be  through death, and death it has  become.

Kevin, you are FREE! And, so am I.

Your freedom is temporary.  Mine is eternal.

Whilst you still have freedom, remember Kamsi and Chimamanda.

Lovingly yours until death,
Ogo.

I am gone. Gone forever. But  if one woman, just one woman will learn from my story, then maybe I would not  have gone in vain.

My heart weeps for my children, my mummy, my sisters and my brothers, my extended family. These ones,  I was a gift to. These ones, they loved me. These ones, they wanted me. These  ones, they needed me. These ones, they wish I had spoken out  earlier.

 

(L-R)Kevin Onuchukwu, a friend, Kamsi (her first child) and Ogochukwu Onuchukwu with Chimamanda


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49 Responses to "My Story: Ogochukwu Onuchukwu shares her story from the grave"

  1. ANONYMOUS says:

    Who wrote this piece? how did d story come about? has the husband reacted

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    • Bitty says:

      What reaction does the husband need? when he does and if he does, it will be published…. The point is that another woman has just dies in the process of leaving what is socially deemed a responsible life…..

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  2. anonymous says:

    No man, I repeat, no man will treat me this way. I wil ensure I arrange boys for him. He is heartless

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  3. harry says:

    Unfortunately she is just another statistics,she has gone and ‘bereaved kevin’ is left to rejoice i mean mourn her.How many more must go this way,Fathers,Uncles,Brothers never forget monsters-in laws? Listen I believe in the sanctity of marriage,but unfortunately a lot of people have used it to unleash the beast within them on their fellow man.’loving husband kevin’ will remarry so that ‘new wife’ will help him take care of the young children.I am being really really polite and civil right now.Church,Priests,Pastors,brothers and sisters in the lord WAKE UP LETS BE REAL.STOP BEING PHARISEES AND WATCH OUR FELLOW MAN/WOMAN[for the ignorants out there that think MAN connotes only the male specie] GOING THROUGH ALL THIS BURDEN AND NOT LIFT A FINGER TO HELP BUT RATHER CHOOSE TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY.SHAME ON YOU,SHAME ON US ALL;for condoning it.To the Onuchukwu’s WHAT YOU GIVE OUT COMES BACK TO YOU FULL MEASURE.

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  4. Ani sunny says:

    Very bad of U kevin may God reward U. For d dearth ur caring Wife.

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  5. Mercy says:

    Sad story. This is one side of the story though. I’d like to hear what Kevin has to say for himself in all of these. If the story is true though, I guess its only a reflection of what many people go through in marriages today. As Ogo states, the signs were there, how could she have missed them. When you’re dating/courting, don’t ignore little signs that tell u what a person will do in certain circumstances…

    Life is too short to suffer or be maltreated by anyone and I mean ANYONE… And its not a SIN to die SINGLE. Some girls need to understand that and life would be much easier.

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  6. Dee says:

    Sad, very very sad. we hv heard her side of the story. But no matter what side the husband may present, even if she was unfaithful, she did not deserve to die. The children esp Kamsi have a very gloomy future ahead of them what with their father abandoning them even while their mum was still alive. May God help us. Ladies let us know that all that glitters is not gold. Money is not everything. Love is important in this contract called marriage. without love marriage is meaningless. Pls for all the my fellow ladies in abusive relationships, this is the time to think twice. Remember, ‘ a living dog, is better than a dead lion’.

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  7. anonymous says:

    My Ogo thanks for making me realise I have a sweet husband who endures my shits. You are my hero for sticking to your vows, God will reward you for that. But to be honest, I don’t think I can take that from any man no matter how rich he is. Life is PEACE WITH HONOR, NOT AT ALL COST. Pls may your soul rest in peace as God will protect your kids. The Onugu’s, I say pls accept my condolence; and to the Onuchukwu’s, let God be the judge

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  8. Jude says:

    May her soul rest in peace.Though i have not heard from Kevin,he should know whether he treated his wife well when she was alive or not. If he feels so,let there be peace with him.If he didn’t,let him ask for forgiveness and repent.Children are gift from God.He should take care of them as God expected him.
    To both families,please accept my sympathy.

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  9. Chinenye Okafor says:

    Ogoo was my classmate at the University of Nigeria Nsukka where we studied Pharmacy.She was the sweetest lady i ever knew very reserved ,very quiet.we were green with envy when the idiot came to marry her.No decent lady will ever marry him.The story is even a tip of the iceberg,he treated her like dirt and beat her at every opportuinity.Please Mobil producing i beg you kindly fire Kevin Onucukwu.The problem i think is with Igbos,our culture frowns at divorce and that is one main problem,igbo women are scared to death of leaving their homes and their children,the fear of letting another woman who may come in maltreat their kids is another major reason.Anyone who comes acros this should forward this to as many Mobil staff as possible.God will punish him and if ever he remarries let him marry a jezebel,he deserves it.Ogoo may your very gentle soul rest in perfect peace AMEN!!!

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  10. Umatu says:

    For all of you that are quick to pass judgment, non of you were in the relationship with Ogochukwu. She alone can say if her husband treated her right or bad. I doubt that if she really is writing from the grave, that she will say all of these things about a man that she willingly shared her life with. Where were you, the author of this letter when Ogochukwu was in distress? What did you do to save Ogochukwu from a life that was so horrible? Why does Ogochukwu look so well in the pictures that we see if no one cared for her? You so eloquently describe her suffering now that she is no more and you put the blame squarely on her husband Kevin, did Ogochukwu not have a mother, or sister or anyone else in her life who could have advised her? Why should her life be completely defined by her husband?

    These are all questions that you should provide answers to. If her husband so despised her before she had the baby, why was it that she remained in his house as his only wife? How many children did he have before Kamsi if he was so desperate to have children?

    All I can say is this, Ogochukwu will be missed by all who knew her. I knew Kevin and Ogochukwu and I have never seen Kevin treat his wife badly. Also, remember that her children with Kevin will grow up to see the opinions that you share about both their dad and their mom. At least for the sake of these children, everyone should hold their peace, and let God be the judge.

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    • Maymay says:

      This must be a man talking! Hold our peace while another woman dies? Maybe someone’s sister, yours? mine? God forbid!

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    • renny says:

      ur words are so good but yet annoying, does a abuser, write on their forehead that they are ?were u in the relationship to know if she was abused, cos you claim to have never seen him abuse her,abuse comes in different forms, it doesnt have to be physical, it comes emotional too, so pls try and not say annoying things that would make other woman or even men, suffering from physical and emotional ,not come out and get help they need before its too late.its easy for us to make comments but if we were to be in that shoes of been abused would we come out and speak out,
      let the almighty be the judge

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    • T Boy says:

      umatu you are heartless,why would you be talking like this,i am a man and i would never treat my wife this way.is very wrong of kevin and like you said you know kevin very well so you are going to support me i guess and maybe that the way you treat your wife at home,umatu you should tell kevin to come out and say is own part if he feels he is right or maybe in your place where you come from the treat women this way.Igbo land God go help una

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    • tina says:

      Umatu u are such a big fool, an animal and an idiot to have vomit those rubbish words out from ur gutter u called mouth……..heartless human being .people like u shuld be in jail or better still in the ZOO…

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  11. Uzo says:

    Marriage indeed should be for better, for worse but we all should know when to leave a place of imminent danger and pray from a place of safety. I suppose it’s only God who can really judge Kevin because he sees all and knows all things.May d soul of ogo rest in peace and may God grant her family and friends d fortitude to bear d loss.

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  12. SifonAbasi says:

    Well, the story is really a sad one, but I think is not that true.how can a man that wanted his wife death gave that same wife so much money 4 surgery in london? I think somebody is trying to embellish the story to sound very pathetic because Kevin is not they to defend himself.I wish Ogo was alive. too bad.

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  13. Bunny Olesen says:

    Has anybody beat this piece of shit’s dick into the dirt yet?

    That is not a man, that is garbage. A man who abandoned his children to hunger after she left, and a violent and hateful snotrag, not a human.

    I would like to see him bleeding.

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    • azuwike bernardine says:

      some man are not marrable,ladies we have to be carefull,well, if she was a burn again before she got married and prayed she wounld have seen the man’s xter

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  14. Nekky says:

    i frankly agree with Umatu. if the man was so develish, he would have thrown her out of the marriage with the help of his folks. he waited for seven years to be a dad, so many men throw people out just after 2 years of waiting. But if the jist is true,she must have compromised to the detriment of her life when she had a chioce as an adult. i cannot really judge the case , because Kevin have not given his own version. But people should not wait to be dead first and their folks will start witch hunting the other partner when they realise their relationship is not working. my 2 cents

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  15. cee says:

    Is it a tue story

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  16. tina ose says:

    my GOD maybe the family uses charms on the man , may God have mercy on him

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  17. charles ogala says:

    The story was so touching and pathic. I wonder how some men will be so calous and wicked 2 d ones dey claimed dey loved. I believe wit d story above, alot of pple out dere will learn deir lesson….

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  18. anonymous says:

    am so shocked with this story.infact am with tears right now.how can a man be so heartless.well rip 2 Ogo,the loving wife & to u Onuchukwu God will reward you for all your deeds.

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  19. Ejikeme Regina Chinyere says:

    oh my God , this is so disheartening, some people do not deserve love in this life.Kevin, this is a mortal sin u committed , may God have mercy on u.

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  20. Anonymous says:

    Thanks Eric!By the way, I LOVE your blog name

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  21. Anonymous says:

    Fantastic post. You really crossed the line

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  22. Anonymous says:

    An extremely distressing story, and I wish I had met this lady when she came to London for treatment to counsel her and show her how valuable a person she was, not because of her looks, not because she had been blessed with the fruit of the womb, but simply because she was a human being.

    I’ve craved for a husband’s love, tolerated abuse and beatings, kept it from the family, simply because I craved for love. Like someone advised earlier, sometimes we women just need to embrace and love ourselves, whether we’re married, single, with or without a child. When you love to love and cherish yourself, no man or woman will treat you with dishonour because you will walk away from that person without looking back.

    Walking away simply gives the man the opportunity to see whether he really loves you and wants you in his life or not. If he comes back for you, then he does love you; if not, he doesn’t love you and never will.

    RIP beautiful woman, and I pray that family steps in the gap to raise those kids for you. Nobody should abuse the husband, because when a victim holds their peace, the Lord always fights the battle on that person’s behalf.

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  23. Tunde Lawal says:

    Jesus Christ….this is inhuman, may Almighty God have mercy on the man.

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  24. Ogechukwu Okonkwo says:

    never get married 2 where u re nt accepted.

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  25. Ogechukwu Okonkwo says:

    all that glitters are not gold.

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    • Chiamaka Caroline Nwangwu says:

      this story is not really through,nobody has heard from Kelvin Onuchukwu's mouth. People should not be biased in their judgement cos nobody was in that relationship and marriage with them.Besides,since the woman claimed she was the lastborn and she was being loved so much by her family,why didn't she leave the marriage? when she was frustrated and went to the herbalist,was it not someone that either took her or introduced her to the place?it shows that she trusts whoever that took her to the place,why didn't she complain to dat her friend

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    • Chiamaka Caroline Nwangwu says:

      this story is not really through,nobody has heard from Kelvin Onuchukwu's mouth. People should not be biased in their judgement cos nobody was in that relationship and marriage with them.Besides,since the woman claimed she was the lastborn and she was being loved so much by her family,why didn't she leave the marriage? when she was frustrated and went to the herbalist,was it not someone that either took her or introduced her to the place?it shows that she trusts whoever that took her to the place,why didn't she complain to dat her friend

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    • Chiamaka Caroline Nwangwu says:

      i believe she so much trust the person that took her to those herbalists,so why didn't she confide in the person,she claimed she's used to being loved by her family,why didn't she tell even the mother,father or her siblings that she claimed that loves her?my people if u re used to a particular thing and u get to a place where dat thing u re used to is not obtained,it is natural that u the person will pull out. Besides,why does the lady in question look so sweet in her pics?Doctoers will always tell u that if u re stressed it will definitely show on ur body. How come the whole thing did not show on her? why did the husband spent so much on her,even flying her to London if he truely hates her like she siad,why didn't he divorce her?There are so many questions to be asked in this story just dat i don't wana waste my time on them but these are the vital ones. Finally,it's good to hear from the both parties as a Humanbeing before passing the judgement. I rest my case here cos we all where not in that marriage with the couple

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    • Moriku Stella says:

      @Chiamaka, i think you didnt read the story well well cause she never mentioned having gone to a herbalist rather she moved from one specialist to another. Secondly, Marriage is something that is longterm and if you want to keep your marriage it is advisable to keep your family out of some of the things cos they will break up your family since they loved you so much.

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  26. Atta Sweetie Nana Aba says:

    ITS DISHEARTENING KEVIN, I HOPE U'VE REGRETED.GOD AVE MERCY ON YOU.

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  27. King Ojad A. Ogunleye-Johnson says:

    Kelvin, I don't want to curse you but surely you can never ever go free with what you've done to the woman you made promises too on your wedding day. It's not a crime to love your mum rather it is a serious crime for not LOVING your lawful wedded WIFE. Kelvin shame on you, now she's gone go marry your mum then ingrate; nature will never forgive you. You're not only a disgrace to manhood but to humanity as a whole. It is people like you that discourages inter-tribal marriage with their actions, moreso you both are igbos. Kelvin, you're going to suffer believe it or not. Peace to all Nations on EARTH. Peace…..

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  28. T Boy says:

    the beast of a man(kevin)should be brought out opening and burned to ashes

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  29. eddy says:

    Let God be the judge

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  30. eddy says:

    Whatsoever a man sows he shall reap

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  31. Smith Rich says:

    Chiamaka Nwagwu if this story did not touch you as a woman but all u have to say was robish but i promise you that your husband will treat you more than Ogo situation you are a fool. but i pray for Almighty God to give her eternal rest and as for so called kelvin, he will use his tongue to count his teeth one after the other.

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  32. Vitus says:

    chimamaka karoline nwangwu im sure is from dat devlish man community. But i have 1 promise 4her: she will surfer more dan what ogor surfered cos i cant believe a lady who is aspiring to mary ill speach such about a felow woman. U il sufer much more humiliation more dan dis woman suffered so dat we ill wait 4ur husbands side of the story b4 judging him. FOOL, BITCH LIKE U with black cunt. u must be a terrible lady. I pity d man dat ill take u home as wife,d reverse ill be d case cos u re a re incarnate of Jezebel. MUMU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  33. Yakubu Abubakar says:

    “For better 4 worse,4 richer 4 poorer,in sickness in hell” and u did thesame as u promise. He wount regret it yet untill he remarries then he would finally understand hw important u r to him and d family as a whole. U r a wife indeed r.i.p may GOD take a good care of ur children. Till death u still stand by ur words (vow). Crying mode activated. 1 luv.

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  34. tina says:

    tears roll down from my eyes as i was reading this message.. wat a wicked world, God… u the only one to judge kelvin and his family for sending this young beautiful woman to her early grave…..may her gentle soul rest in peace. Amen

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  35. Clare says:

    Am so sorry,for Ogo’s family members.May her soul rest in peace.Kevin i am so sorry for u to let go of a good woman like Ogo.U might never marry sum one else like her.But all the same if this story is true God will judge both of u.I rest my case.

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