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   i woke up in the middle of the night on this faithful day and found my clothes soaked with blood, hmmm yet another miscarriage. i couldnt be more upset and i could see the frustration in my husbands face when he screamed oh damn not again, but he still manage to suck it up and take me to the hospital, where they flushed out the remains, this really brought the worst side of me. i was so sick of the situation that i didnt let my husband touch me for a month, afterall what was the need of having sex, get pregnant and have another miscarriage. john was still the sweet loving man ive always known he tried to get me understand that all happens for the best, he tried to inspire me but i wasnt buying any of it even my work couldnt get me stop brooding, my husband would get me gifts n shower me with love, i wondered what sort of man is this? what sort of love was this, i drew closer and closer to GOD everyday, my situaion might disconnect me from people but it never disconnected me from GOD, i wanted to have a baby boy for my husband cos i know an igbo man without a son or an heir as they would say is nothing and a woman who hasnt given her husband a son is not yet setled in her home, i was always down, brooding and thinking. when my husband came back from work one day he came bak drunk, it was very unusual because i know my husband neither drinks nor smoke but he was smelling of ciggerates. i was suprised, upset and worried i tried getting some answers from him but it was useless because he was so intoxicated and couldnt even say reasonable things, so i managed to get him off his clothes, it then dawned on me that i am pushing my husband away with my new attitude, i loved my husband so much and wouldnt want to lose him just because of a miscarriage, so i made sure things went normal again. the plaza he was building for me was done by now and i started renting it out i also occupied one of the shops where i started selling provisions but i didnt save money, my husband always warns me to be saving and i wish i could but family problems kept coming, it would be one story to the other from my siblings even those that were in lagos always come bothering me and i couldnt say no, i decided to be giving the rents to my husband to be keeping thisway am sure it wont be spent, this family wahala kept going on i felt like i was the family bank and even my step mother that was in aba wen she heard about my husband she came asking him for money without my knowledge, she told him that she wanted to relocate to port harcourt and would want him to give her money to rent a room bacha in that place my parents were living and my husband gave him, i dont often agree with my step mother so it got me furious that she would go on such mission without even asking me, i complained to my father who asked me to forgive her. 
  on our daughters 4 year birthday on the november 13th we had a big party to celebrate it and i also had some goodnews of mine, i was pregnant again and this time i knew in my heart that it had come to stay, as my pregnancy was growing i noticed my husband always travels to the village he doesnt always tell me his extended family isssues, but this time i was determined to know so he informed me that he was building a house in the village and wanted to suprise me with it, i wasnt comfortable with this plan because i always get a bad vibe whenever i go to his village. it then hit me the dream i had some days ago about how i, my husband and precious were travelling and our vehicle got attacked by masquerades with machette i and precious escaped but john couldnt, i told this dream to him and he got scared because he knew my dreams always becomes reality, i asked him to fast with me so we can pray to GOD together as a family, during this seven day fast i would go to the church and pray, my little sister chisom 13 years came to visit me so she would take care of precious when she came back. on the 5th day of my fast as i got back home that evening i saw a crowd, people crying and some people telling me sorry, i didnt know what was happening but when i got into my house i saw my brother inlaws wives trying on my husband shoes and clothes while their wives were trying on my clothes some were even taking my daughters clothes it was mayhem, my 3box of wrappers were already not in the house anymore,i was shocked at what was going on and then i started yelling at them demanding an answer and when they saw me they started crying then one of his brother told me that my husband was dead. what?? dead? how? i think my world just shattered, i am finished i cried. oh my GOD why me, what am i going to do with myself now, JESUS why did u forsake me words cant properly do justice to how i felt, its over for me was all that kept running through my mind

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   emeka has been acting funny for a while now i dont even know what is wrong with him, when i try to question him he tells me there is nothing and i got even more curious. he was no longer his normal self always moody. so on that faithful morning i decided to confront him and ask him what was happening and he finally opened up that some group of cult boys were threatening him and asking him to join them. i got scared and told him that i was going to report to the police and he plead with me that this guys were all from very rich homes, of course we didnt have money to fight police case but it was my duty to protect him so i asked him to stop going to the shop for a while maybe they will forget about him by the time he starts again. HE adhered and stayed at home for a period of one month then went back to the shop to start business again, the first day after resuming i asked him if he was disturbed he said no, i kept asking him same question for a month and he said that they have stopped harrasing him, i couldnt be more happier but the problem was he now always come back home late.. on a saturday morning aroubd 3am in the morning he came home breathing heavily and panting like someone who just ran a marathon with wounds all over his back, a thousand thoughts ran through my mind as he fell on my body, i held him, he was crying and breahtless. what happened  please tell me what happened i said on the top of my voice with tears running down my eyes. chief bankole, chief bankole; he kept saying, yes chief bankole did what please talk... chief bankoles son haaaaa aunty chief bankoles son, cult, i went to  join because they never stopped disturbing me, they flogged me because they said it was part of their initiation process.. he said slowly like a dying man with tears running down his eyes, fear gripped me. emeka emeka emeka emeka please dont close your eyes tell me try and tell me exactly what happened pleaseeeeeee. he didnt say a word so i ran out to my street to call for help it was past 3am but i didnt care i just wanted to save my brother. i yelled help me, help me, somebody please anyone awake? i went from compound to compound knocking at peoples gate, please its ngozi my brother is dying please anyone with car help me,, i kept saying then few of my neighbour came out from their compounds and went with me to our house, mr priye the taxi driver brought his car so we could rush him to the hospital, but by the time we got to the house he was already cold and lifeless. i remember every detail everything, its been years yet it still hurt like a new wound  still hear his voices in my head calling me aunty aunty aunty. i was there i couldnt help him, it was in my arms he closed his eyes and never opened them..
    i didnt waste any time in rushing to the police station after he was cofirmed dead by the doctors and his remains deposited at the morgue. i was so stressed out and weak but i didnt care, i went to the police station to report the case and i told them that i wanted chief bankole's son arrested but immediately they heard the name they all started laughing, one of the officers asked me to go and meet the DpO, i entered the DPO's office and explained everything.. he shaked his head and asked me do you know who you are talking about? arresting any member of his family is out of the question, his son sells cocaine in the university, involed in many other criminal activities some which his father send him to, any police officer that tries to get them arrested either gets dead or transferred, please madam i have a family to take care of and i suggest you go and bury your brother and let this matter die off else you might also lose your life in the process. i was shocked at the utterance of this man i sat there for some minutes looking at him like a lost soul, tears dropping from my eyes, my heart was racing i felt like dying but i had a lot to live for and one of those reasons is to make sure my brothers muderer was brought to book. i informed my sister who was at her youth service and we started making arrangement for his burial,  my brothers death was really hard on me. you will never understand how i felt and how i still feel whenever i think of the way he died, it was the most painful thing i have ever been through, he was so young and ambitious and then some wicked men just cut him off. i was determined for REVENGE after his burial.