The Dark Diary - 9 (The End)

 This is the final part of the Dark Diary....

 

I rarely fall sick and so it was strange that I woke up one day and couldn’t move my legs. I went to the hospital and did everything, but my condition didn’t improve.

My husband even mentioned that he would take me back to my father’s house for better care since he was hardly at home. God forbid.

I called people for help and if they had gone through such. I drank many concoctions and rubbed many ointments on my legs. I even bathed with early morning pee, LOL

The pain was too much. Then church matter entered and pastors prayed for me via phone until a friend I met in the higher institution said she had one Pastor from a white garment church who could come pray for me.


The Pastor came and I got everything he asked me to get. He prayed for me and anointed the house and when he was leaving, he said someone used something from my body for money ritual but my head rejected it and so that person will die.

My husband died a month later.

I was shocked.

Did he really do it? or was it a coincidence?

I cried when people came to pay their condolences not because I became a widow, but because I was confused.

What is all these? God e never do?

I cried because if he really did it, I wanted to know why? Maybe if I had told him about my past, he would have pitied me. I didn’t tell him what I went through I only told him my family was dysfunctional and he said if we had a mother it would have been different.

The man I had two amazing children for wanted to kill me because he knew no one would miss me? I almost went crazy.

I cried because I loved my kids like I never loved anyone in my life and if I had died, they would have suffered.

I started planning my life all over at that moment.

I mourned him according to tradition. The vultures came for everything but I didn’t care. I have my kids. I moved out and moved on. I was 33 years old.

I know where I am coming from and I know where I am going to. I have built a solid wall around myself and my children.

I look at how innocent and happy my children are. I am rest assured that they are safe and it will remain that way.

I have been abused by everyone around me. I have trust issues even with people that have proved themselves to be trustworthy.

I am not bitter. Matter of fact people look at me and say I don’t have problems and that I am a happy woman and I laugh. Just try nonsense with me and I will throw you on a field lets play ‘’Green light,Red light’’ .

Typing and reading this aloud is therapeutic and so I free myself of all hatred.

My foundation was very bad, I tried starting over and the building crashed.

I clocked 37 years old on Sunday November 21,2021 and I am starting all over again, older and wiser with a new diary and I intend to fill it up with happy thoughts.

Every child deserves to be cared for and loved because they didn’t beg to be born.

Before you touch any child, think twice and pick on someone your own size. Allow children enjoy their childhood.

Thank you for reading

*I am crying like a baby here..... Belated Happy Birthday to you warrior woman... I am so proud of you!!!