My name is Amir, am 35 years old from Kano but born and bred in Abuja.
Am from a family of four and the only male child. Am born with silver spoon in my mouth if I can say but am not pampered, not even close to it.
My dad is military so I got all the discipline possible. I got a job in a well paid company after I finished my degree, that’s when my mum was on my neck to settle down. I met Aliya at our office wanted to be accepted for her primary assignment (NYSC), it was love at first sight, she was so perfect to me. She’s black, tall and very curvy with perfect big black eyes. My legs moved me towards her and before I know it I helped her get the request form and from there everything started and the rest is history.
We got married a year after her youth service. I had a home not house, very peaceful and full of love and understanding. Aliya was everything a man need in a woman. We were blessed in a six months after and I was over joyed because I love kids, unfortunately for me that’s not what Aliya wants.
Everything started changing from her behavior to her cooking and to silent treatment. I thought it was the pregnancy so I was there for her, I took a leave to take care of her and I do almost everything in the house.
One day as I was cleaning the bathroom I saw some pills which indicate it shouldn’t be taken while pregnant. I was confused, so I just ignored and gave her the benefit of doubt. One faithful night as we were eating dinner I noticed Aliya sweating and shaking and before I could talk she was bleeding, we rushed to the hospital but unfortunately the baby didn’t survived, my seven month baby boy.
After a month, everything was back to normal and I was back been happiest.
We were blessed again months after and history re-wrote itself, we lost our seven month baby girl.
And then the third and fourth, two boys, two girls and all at seven month. So one day I had to ask her that why is she taking pills that instruct not to be used by pregnant women and she said it’s her friends not hers.
One day I was getting ready for a wedding and my link slip and fell under the bed, I stoop down to pick it when I saw the shock of my life. Under our matrimonial bed is black four dolls all pierced with needles at the chest and some things am not sure what they are.
On raising my head up I felt dizzy and slipped and broke my left arm, I didn’t know how I drove home to my mum and she was devastated to see me with a broken arm. She recited some verses in Zam-Zam water and then I gain some conscious, I told her everything and all she was saying is Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.
When Aliya got home I wasn’t there so she thought I was at the wedding. My mum confided in one of the imam at the mosque and he advised me not to say anything yet, I should go back home and act normal (which is the hardest thing I ever did) then I should take a leave at work and travel. I went back home with a broken arm tied up with two of my friends which know what happen, my wife was worried to see me like that and we told her is a little accident.
My friends stayed with me till almost midnight when Aliya was asleep and I cried when they left like a newly bride. As it was planned, I travel out but to my friends apartment whom we hired anonymous people to watch her movements.
She was followed one night to a very far forest dressed in red, on reaching there, she in dressed and there are gatherings of men and women all naked having sex as she is the head of a cult member and she promised them blood of a father and his kids.
That was when I fell sick, lost my job and everything falls apart. We’ve tried all the medicines, go to all places to find a cure but to no victory, we spend all we had on medicines till our lost family friend locate us and she offer to take me to her country as we might be lucky.
May the almighty Allah continue to bless her, I got better slowly but surely. She was truly an angel, she spend tirelessly on my health till I was back to normal but I never got back my left hand, all thank to Allah.
Aliya was pregnant with our fifth child when I got sick which she killed in seven month, I divorced her immediately I got conscious and I didn’t returned home till after a year. I heard she’s getting married again soon.
Please know who you’re trusting and marrying because not even her parents know who she was.
Thank you for reading my story and I hope you will learn one or two things from this.
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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