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My wedding night batch 1

Good day friends, my name is Precious, and
what i give you guys is the story of my life.
A story of pain, love and sadness. A story
of lost hope, betrayal and death. A true life
event that turned my life upside down.
Where do i start?.
I guess i have to start from the major
episode, the night that changed my whole
I write with Tears
I woke up after my wedding night to see
a knife buried in
my husband’s che-st, our be-d sheet
soa-ked with blood.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, i couldn’t
believe it was all real.
I held my dead husband and looked
“no this can’t be happening” i breathed,
trying ha-rd to
control myself. But it was all real,
Damian was cold and
still. He was dead for real.
“nooo” i sobbe-d 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
[email protected]£ 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
clas-smates and
friends. I started work in Damian’s office
as a secretary and
that was when my life took a dramatic
Damian who was my boss, a white and
an American citizen
quic-kly took interest in me. He was so
sweet and caring but
equally a wom-anizer. 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
We had a very sweet relationsh!pthat
soon [email protected]£ the talk
of the town. As our relationsh!p
progressed, i starting
getting threats from his old girlfriends
both in Nigeria and
abroad, but it never st©pped me from
giving up on him.
Three months into the relationsh!p, he
proposed to me and
met my people, drawing another shock
from everyone,
especially the white community.
Our marriage was quic-kly fixed and i
insisted for it to be
done 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 res£ntment on their faces
were noticeable.
The 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 sle-pt.
Anyone of them could have crept into
the room as we sle-pt
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….
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 pu-ll-ed
out the knife from her son’s b©dy
when my cries brou-ght her to the
room and almost stabbe-d me with
fury, screaming some incoherent
words, until other members of the
family [email protected]£ in and held her. “i said it;
nothing good ever comes out of Africa.
She stabbe-d 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 be-d 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 clas-s animal or probably a gold
digger. None of them spoke to me nor
asked how it all happened. I ba-rely had
changed my night wear when an
ambulance arrived with men from the
f0rç£ headquarters. Before i knew what
was happening, i found myself at the
back of a police SUV while the
perpetrator of the crime walked freely,
probably watching the unfolding events
from a safe distance. Another problem
i had was that i didn’t know who to
suspect nor accuse. They all looked
the same to me. They were all a bunch
of conspirators. I felt like taking my life
as the police took me away, because
there wasn’t any nee-d living again. I
knew the justice system would easily
convict and close the case than
investigating. “Who am i among a
bunch of whites all accusing me of
murder??”. I had nothing to prove my
innocence. I was the only person in the
room with Damian. The murder
weapon which might have saved me
throu-gh f!nger print test was alre-ady
compromised by Damian’s mother. My
life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri
prison awaited me with a dark smile.
How do i save myself?, how do i prove
my innocence?.
******** *** ***
As soon as i got to the police station, I called my elder brother who couldn’t believe all i told him. “hold on ti-ght my dear. I’ll be there shortly” he as-sured me. I was quic-kly led to an office where i was asked to write a statement, which i nervously did while Damian’s two cousins who [email protected]£ with me kept talking to each other.
After writing all i knew on the note book, a female officer showed up to question me. I tried my best to convince her. “just look at me. How possible do you think a Nigerian girl would murder a husband taking her out of the country to [email protected] their marriage?. I didn’t do it. One of them did. You got to help me” i begged. She shrugged and shook her head. “of course i believe you. You have no reason to kill him but you see i’m just an ordinary officer taking orders from my superiors, anyway i believe my boss. S.P Jeremiah will know how to handle your case. He’s a good man and a crime expert” she as-sured me. My brother showed up minutes later with his Lawyer who quic-kly took over my case. I told them all i knew and the events that happened after i discovered the dead b©dy. My brother was totally shocked. “don’t worry my dear. I know this is going to be a tough case. I smell the American Embas-sy getting involved but be rest as-sured that i will go any length to prove your innocence, even if it means getting experts from abroad. I have friends who can examine the case and get results” he
promised seriously. I breathed de-eply and hvgged him, thanking God for giving me a wealthy and intelligent brother.
Officer Jeremiah soon showed up at his office and requested for our pres£nce. Damian’s cousins officially accused me before him, asking that i should be detained but my brother’s lawyer intervened quic-kly. “officer i hope you know everyone that pas-sed the night in that house is a suspect?. They all had access to the be-droom, anyone of them could have committed the crime. If you guys are going to detain my client without proper evidence and reason. You equally should detain all the people pres£nt that night, else i will be the person to file a lawsuit against the police, after all none of them can come forward to testify seeing my client murder her husband” the lawyer threatened, putting the officer in a ti-ght position. “fine i’m not going to detain her, but you will have to sign a do¢v-ment which places her in your custody. This is a murder case” the officer said strongly, while my brother’s lawyer nodded in acceptance, Damian’s cousins protested. The do¢v-ment was signed in no time and i was free to go. “we are also getting a court permit which will enable us get our own team of investigators and go throu-gh the case. We are not going to take any chances” my lawyer said to the officer who shrugged and smiled. “this is bull$h!t, we are heading to th embas-sy” Damian’s cousins threatened and left with anger. It was obvious i had. long case ahead of me. Luckily i had a brother who equally had the means to defend me and catch the culprit….
What next?!…..
To be continued……..

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