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Oh This My Husband – Season 1 Episode 5


At this point I know you are beginning to doubt me or think I am making these things up but I am not and I need to clear myself with you.

If it is difficult for you reading my story to really believe that this man is a monster then what are the benefits of writing my life story in the first place.

Mr. Ige, my soon to be ex-husband is a very proud man. He always believes he is right. And when he is wrong, he will never apologize. Oh, don’t worry I will give you examples.

First, whenever he enters the bathroom, he will urinate on the toilet seat and will not clean it, imagine how many germs he leaves for the next user. If I use the other toilet because of that, he starts saying I am easily irritated.

Whenever we save funds for a particular project, he will suddenly wake up one day and start spending on things we don’t need and on his girlfriends. By the time I ask him to explain, he will turn it to a fight and won’t be able to reconcile the funds. We had lost so much money because of this.

s£xual sins? I can’t count. We left the previous church because he impregnated a girl in the choir, though he vehemently denied being responsible for the pregnancy and was also dating the choir mistress. A married woman for that matter. The girl aborted and confessed to her choir mistress who confronted my husband but another choir member saw the chat and exposed them all to the church. It was a very humiliating time; I will come to church and will be labeled the wife of the man sleeping with the whole choir members.

I brought my young cousin to live in our house and my husband started disturbing the girl for s£x, he will leave me in the bedroom and sneak to her room to be touching the poor girl. The girl had to pack out and then told me. I confronted him but he denied.

Then I had a senior friend’s daughter who came to stay with us for three months, I was supposed to travel one day but didn’t go, I came back home and went to sleep. I woke up later to some sounds in the hall way to my bedroom, upon opening the door, I saw my husband and the girl in a hot bout of s£x right there on the floor. They couldn’t make it to the bedroom so they were feasting themselves on the floor. I ran mad that day.

I have stumbled severally on his chats with all kind of messages from different girls. I have even called some to stay clear but my monster husband will be defending them.

I can’t count how many condoms, I mean used condoms o, that I have picked in different corners of the house and in the car.

He detests my family members; he always complains anytime I see them or I go to family functions.

Then on top of all this, he has started giving me slaps. And he beat me the day I discovered a lady was pregnant for him.

That beating was the last straw that broke my camel’s back. It is in the same house that sister Hamet husband poured acid on her and beat her black and blue, that’s the same house this monster wants to start beating me inside.

I have endured all this. I have suffered in his hands and tried to make this work but he is not interested.

Now let me shock you, do you believe that with all this, he has never apologized to me before. He has never said I am sorry. Not for one second.

Can you allow your own sister to face all this? I just had to explain this so that you all stop seeing me has the devil or the woman who does not want to help her marriage.

I can’t count how many Pastors I have called to our house to solve issues. Neighbors had stepped in. Friends had stepped in. I have even prayed and fasted.

Now you know why I am not moved by the stories of Pastor and his wife.

And now that they are gone with their tales by moonlight, my nemesis has caught up with me again.

I turned to meet my husband at the door with my luggage that he carried inside some few minutes ago in his hands bringing them out again



Part 14


As soon as I saw what my monster husband did; bringing out my bags again, I got angry.

All these prayers that Pastor had been praying that I should be blind, deaf and dumb cannot work in this kind of marriage.

Maybe it can work with their partners but not with my home monster.

I’m not yet blind, I’m not yet dumb, yet he is already behaving like a chameleon here.

I decided to walk straight to him just to bare my mind. I will say what I want to say. Kipish

I will even report myself to Pastor. Let him know it is not me that is the problem but the wicked man who has packed my load out.

As I got close to him, I noticed that he wanted to speak so I allowed him to speak first then I will tell him my mind.

He said to me “you packed your load out of my house with your own hands, I didn’t force you, though your Pastor has forced me to allow you to move back into this house, I cannot and will not use my own hands to carry your load back into this house.”

Trying to keep his voice down, he continued in a very cold voice.

“I have sworn that you will never come back into my house with your bags, so madam, you can pack your clothes from the bag into the house but your bags remain outside. They will never enter into my house” pointing his fingers at me and cursing audibly, he banged the door.

Well, there is no need to say all the speeches I had rehearsed for him.

I opened my bags, packed my stuff from the bag into the house. I left my bags outside has instructed by my tormentor.

He was not done; he was waiting for me by the staircase and he said,

“madam from now on, you are banished from the master’s bedroom, I can’t stay in the same room with my enemy, who knows, tomorrow you can decide to poison me, acid had been poured on somebody in this house before. You can decide to pour acid on me also.

“I can tolerate you in this house for six months more. The visitor’s room is available. Use it”.

I decided not to reply. I went to the visitor’s room to settle down.

He kept on going to the master’s bedroom to pack my remaining stuffs and dumped them at the door of the visitor’s room.

I promised myself to keep mute. If I talk now, Pastor’s wife will say I’ve spoken and thereby broken the 11th commandment.

I will not say anything today again; I will just report everything he has done to Pastor.

That night I cooked my own food in the kitchen and he did likewise.

Nobody talked to one another, not one single word was said to one another. I go my way, he goes his own way.

I think I’m liking this, don’t talk to me, I will not talk to you either.

Hold your lane, let me hold my lane, at least by this I won’t have high blood pressure or be slapped and be beaten by one monster husband.

That was how we slept. I woke up the next day to discover he had gone out.

I spent the whole day moving around the house waiting for evening to come.

Finally, in the evening I walked down to Pastor’s house and I met both husband and wife ready for me.

Pastor had purchased a new diary for me and my name had been written on it, now it is time to start my lecture.

Pastor’s wife took me to a room where she asked me to pick one out of three sport wears.

Ahhh this one is serious oh.

She saw the surprise on my face as I kept looking at the sport wear skeptically.

Honestly in my heart I was thinking, are we are going to be taught on how to fight our husbands or defend ourselves?

I did not ask anybody the question, I know I will soon find out the answer.

She gave me privacy so as to change and when I came out of the room she led me to the back of the house where I met two men and three women busy jumping, skipping and running around the yard.

This one na serious marriage discipleship ooo,

Am I seeing double…?

Hold on, the third man was not facing me, but I know that tee-shirt very well.

That’s the customized tee shirt I made specifically for my husband….

What! my husband???

In this place????


What is going on!!!!


Part 15


Before I joined those running up and down in the yard, my plan was to try to see the face of the person I suspected to be my husband.

But Pastor called me aside and said,

Don’t just go through this process. Write everything down and never skip a step.

I see you are being stubborn but you will be successful. No one should just hear your story.

They must not just listen to you or read your story.

Ensure that everyone who reads your story partake in the marital discipleship class.

Sister Joy, you will take this class to over five million people, so don’t miss any point.

I began to laugh, me!!! who is coming for the first time. Me? who just came to feed my eyes because the house is boring….

My friends are not up to ten, how can I talk to five million people? I was laughing in Spanish. I told Pastor I’m sorry, I don’t know why I laughed but sir you are funny.

“I’m serious, sister Joy, please consider it ma”, Pastor said with all seriousness.

I crossed my heart playfully but I said with all seriousness. “I will obey sir”.

I gave a cute police salute…. I can’t help it, Pastor can be funny.

I looked up again and discovered that the man wearing the customized tee shirt I made specifically for my husband….

Was nowhere to be found, I turned and discover that he is behind me.

Our eyes locked.

He was startled too.

You!!!! He said.

I just managed to say…..Impossible!!!!

What is going on!!!!


Part 16


Joy!!! He called out.

Peter!!! I manage to croak; this is not a joyful reunion. Not a joyful one at all.

You see, this man is a major cause of the quarrels in my home, he suddenly popped out of nowhere about five years ago. Because he had the same build as my husband, they called themselves twins from another mother.

He moved into our neighborhood and he became friends with my husband.

He influenced him very negatively. He introduced my husband to clubs; he introduced my husband to girls and to many bad characters.

Anytime his call comes into my husband’s phone, it is a call of bad news to me.

He supports every wrong doing of my husband and numerous times he had come to pick my husband at home for some dirty deals.

Just the sight of him reminds me of all the wrong he has done in my family and yet here he is in Pastor’s house jogging, exercising and being part of the marital discipleship class.

This looks to me like all shades of wrong I must tell Pastor about this….

Oh sister Joy, you have met brother Peter. Pastor said.

Yes sir, I have met him before now, he is one of the reasons why my marriage is not working and I don’t understand what he’s doing in your house here. He is not a saint sir. I replied.

Oh yes, I know, I know, I have heard the stories, he had told me so much about how your husband influenced him….

Ahhh liar, it is not my husband that influenced him, he influenced my husband. I retorted.

Sister Joy, honestly, I apologize, I am sorry for every issue I might have caused in your family. I am also having serious issues in my marriage and it was a friend that introduced me to Pastor Emma.

I am willing to do anything that I’m told to do to help our marriages because my marriage is on the verge of breaking up.

As we speak now my wife had served me a divorce letter and suddenly it dawned on me that I don’t want to be like my father who married seven different women.

I am so sorry for whatever I might have caused in your family, please forgive me.

He looked so gentle and his apology looked so sincere. It doesn’t look like that wicked man I know. I was disarmed. All the words I wanted to say dried off in my throat.

Shall we now continue with the exercises for today? Pastor said.

So, we continued with the exercises. I was asked to jog around the yard.

While Pastor kept shouting to us “a balanced mind is equal to a balanced body, a fit body is equal to a fit mind, fitness keeps you focused. If there are issues that seems too difficult to resolve, exercises will wake up your mind and soul and reason”.

After about thirty minutes of jogging and exercising, Pastor brought out chairs for us to sit in his yard.

He introduced us to the lecturer for the first lesson.

Pastor must be joking, it can’t be this beggar, the one by the roundabout.

The popular beggar, the one that I have given food to a couple of times…

Wow! I am about to be taught about marriage by the popular beggar in our location.

He even has a wife…..

I laugh in Spanish…..

If it’s not that I married a monster, will I be sitting here to be taught by a beggar…..

To make matters worse, the guy recognized me and was waving at me….

The ground should open up and swallow me

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