*I JOINED WITCHCRAFT TO DEAL WITH MY WICKED HUSBAND*

I graduated as an architect with 2.1 from one of the prestigious University in Nigeria. As at the time I met Kunle I was already doing my Masters. Kunle had HND in accounting from Kaduna Polytechnic, he came out with lower credit. Our major problems during our courtship were, one, he wanted us to do our wedding within 3 months, and two, he wanted me to suspend my Masters program. These did not go well with me because I had barely know him and I wanted to know Kunle more before I follow him to the isle.

Eventually we got wedded after 5 months because the pressure was too much on me. After our wedding he did everything possible to get me discourage from continuing my studies but I was resolute and determined to finish my Masters. Though he didn't support me, rather he began to report me to anyone who cares to listen that I was not submissive. That became a slogan in the house, "you are not submissive". Matters because worse when I finished my Masters and I was promoted to a branch manager in my place of work. My salary became thrice my husband's own. I used everything I earned to support the family because my dad left a good inheritance for us before he died. My husband stopped doing anything in the house, I practically footed all the family bills but I was not complaining because God was blessing me.

Things would have remain normal until Kunle began to use his money to carry all manner of women. Initially I didn't mind him because I had no time until he started beating me anytime I advised him to desist from adultery. Beating became his regular hobby even at little provocations. 

One Saturday, after beating me for several minutes, he left me only when he saw me bleeding. That night he came and wanted to make love with me, I refused because I was still bitter. That night was another round of beating, he beat me until I lost strength to defend myself and then he raped me. All these was happening but I didn't tell anyone because I don't want third parties in my marriage.

On Sunday I went to the hospital, the doctor told me I lost six weeks pregnancy. Honestly I didn't know I was pregnant. Because of the beating I had some complications and I was giving admission for a whole week. I spent 8 days in the hospital but my husband did not show up for a day to check on me. When I resumed back to work I met a heavy conspiracy against me that eventually threw me out of job. I became jobless and I began to spend my savings. The recession in the economy affected the investment my dad left for me. My mum became sick and we have to take her to Indian for an operation to save her life. By the time she was okay myself and my brother were already broke. It was devastating and depressing. I have to be at the mercy of my husband to feed and take care of myself. He refused me getting another job, in fact he gave me condition either to chose between marriage or my career. I became a full-time house wife with my Masters degree. I could go a day without food because sometimes gas will finish and my husband will not give me money to refill it until he deemed fit. I suffered like I was a slave. In my life I have never seen a heartless man like Kunle. How a man with a heart will make love to his wife who has not eating for a whole day? The emotional torture became unbearable and I was dying silently. Then I told my mom and she encouraged me to be patient. I tried hard for her to understand my plights but she made light of it and gave me so many proverbs. Instead of my mom to help me, she called Kunle to beg him to understand with me, that he should not be angry with me. After that call my mom made, Kunle became more cruel. In his words, ''even your mom is behind me". I spoke to my pastor and he prayed with me and asked me to be patient.

When the trauma and suffering became unbearable I spoke with Mama Sunny, she is a Deaconess in our church who have passed through what I was going through too. I assumed she will understand my suffering better than others who have not been through what I was going through. She gave me appointment to see her in her house the following weekend. Without much ado I went to her house to see her. All I wanted to know was how she did her own that her husband is now calm and gentle. What I heard from Deaconess Deborah first shocked me but I had no option left anymore. She promised to take me to their meeting, an association of women known as Akoyafaya. She took me there on Sunday and I saw many women I know there, even a pastor's wife was also there too, so I became comfortable. We held a normal meeting like a feminist group and I was handed over the association's constitution thereafter. Deaconess Deborah helped me paid my registration fee of N25000 and I was registered.

I was told to study the constitution in the middle of the night by 1am. I left our bedroom to the guest room to study the constitution and as a read I noticed some strange movement in my system and suddenly I slept off. I found myself in a dream holding meeting with the same women I had meeting with on Saturday. I was given a staff and two cooked egg to be eaten with palm oil. When I ate, I was officially welcomed to the group. When I woke up I was scared but I got a call from Deaconess Deborah immediately, she encouraged me not to be afraid and told me what to do to overcome the fear. When I did what she asked me to do I became bold and fearless. She asked me to read chapter 7 of the constitution, I did and I realized that the two cooked eggs given to me in my dream were my husband's testicles and the staff given to me was his manhood. While the palm oil was his blood. By implication, I was made to eat what makes him a man, and given his source of strength. This means that I will henceforth control him and he won't be able to fight back. He will willingly do all my biddings without challenging me. He will be under my grip and no one would be able to deliver him from me.

The first thing I did to Kunle was to make him lose his job. I secured a better job and it was pay back period. I was ruthless, I indeed paid him back everything he did to me and more. He suffered until he became sick and could not go out again. I wasn't wicked until I was introduced to Akoyafaya group. My husband became a vegetable in my hands, a one time champion and arrogant man became humbled before me. He does everything I asked him to do and even more because his strength and intellect were stolen and given to me.

Before I end my story, let me advice my dear brothers and sisters reading my story today;

To my brothers, stop maltreating your wife, especially a woman who loves and supports you. Don't let that your loving wife become a devil in your house. Don't under estimate what a woman can do, I never knew myself that I could be this wicked, but my husband pushed me beyond the wall until I have no more option than to bite him. And I really bite him so hard.

As for parents, please listen to your children even when you cannot see their physical tears. My mom didn't understand what I was going through because she listened to my voice but she didn't listen to my pain.

And to my sisters, learn to retreat whenever you are chocked in your marriage. Don't take the sword of vengeance when you can retreat temporarily. Don't turn to a devil if you are not one because of ill-treatment. Would you totally blame me when my pastor too couldn't help me when I was dying. 

The Two Turning Point

After dealing with my husband for 5 years, I realized I was not at peace with myself. No more happiness for me. The man who ought to be by my side with all my achievements is a vegetable in my hands. No child I could call my own. Who will inherit all these things I gathered? I became so depressed and useless to myself. My husband became impotent and emotional no man to make me feel like a woman. Then I asked myself what is this life for without a child, husband, joy and peace? My association wanted me to submit my husband if I must leave them. It was at this point I ran back to God for mercy and intervention. My God is undescribable in love and kindness. He showed me mercy and gave me back my home and my peace. Everything is not yet normal but I thank God I have my peace back and we are living happily with my husband. He is also recovering gradually. Thank you Jesus.

Read my story and share it with your friends. No one should try what I did because you may not be lucky like me.

The End!