This is purportedly a real letter written by lady who was ill of cancer
and eventually died.She requested the letter be published after her
death
Read her letter below very touching:
''I bid you farewell…………………………………………..
I am grateful to God that I will rest in His bosom and I am more
grateful because I have always wanted this opportunity to speak my mind
even unto death. I guess you are surprised that even the dead can air an
opinion; in my case I really wanted to because I knew that God was
preparing a place for me and that is where I will be. Do not weep for
so long because I found eternal peace in Him. The very peace that has
eroded me in about twelve years of my God given years (at the time of
this writing I am forty-one years of age and I have been married for
twelve years). This is my story………
I am Yetunde nee Olotu as I am fondly called by my immediate family in
Nigeria but here I am being referred to as Omodolapo Jagha as named by
the love of my life. Now, I am Dolapo GoodGod , the surname I adopted
when I realized that I no longer have a husband who will be there for
me. The very man I should expect to be the Master of ceremony at my
burial, the man you think would miss my departure the most but
unfortunately not. I believe my estranged husband is glad that he is now
free from the bondage called marriage.
Noble Jagha, I hope you feel so happy now that your prophesy to Maryam
Hassan and other girlfriends of yours that I will soon die so you can
marry them is now fulfilled. The truth is that my body may be dead but
my hope of glory in heaven is constant as God lives. I may not be here
again but I am so sure you will never find anyone to love you the way I
did…… You were my first love, the very man who deflowered me but turned
his back on me years after that I was not good on bed (not sexy enough
for you), I was not good at cooking but I managed to learn and cook your
local meal of Starch and Banga. He said, “I was so paranoid” because I
complained that you are only comfortable making phone calls in the car
and returning home at midnight. You finally abandoned me and the
children in December, 2012 after all the mental and physical abuse I
suffered from you. You could not face the wrath of law as I got a safety
and protection order against you because I was afraid that you would
eventually take my life. While you lived with us, you were of no use, as
you were not readily available to do your matrimonial and fatherly
duties.
How painful it was to take the twins to school walking all the way from
Ongar to Little Pace, sometimes after getting a chemo. Even when I
pleaded with you to look after the kids when I have appointments at the
hospital you refused. Thank God for the Irish government (HSE) that
provided me with home help (Margaret), my cousin, grandma Odelade,
Sola and S. Bimbo (my wonderful sisters in church), my friend,
confidant (Gbemi) who stuck to me like a sister, she is known in all
our kids’ school as their guardian because you were not there. You found
solace in your numerous, “your attraction” as you referred to the choir
leader and probably your new sizzling romance Sheila Luxembor whom you
kept my kids with without my consent. I hope she told you I rang her and
made peace with her when I did no wrong (Yeah, I did this to secure my
heaven).
Hhhhmmmm……….the Lord is my strength.
Oti, how do you feel after physically and mentally tormenting me? You
can now be happy that “the living corpse” (as you often referred to me)
in your home has finally gone to be with God. You no longer have to hit
me or pounce on me anymore. In death I have forgiving you because I
loved you but I hope you are able to forgive yourself…….?
I cannot forget in a minute how I felt so let down that I took to my
heels and sought refuge in that sister’s place and later on at the
women’s refuge. I am sure your defense is that I died as a cancer
patient but I believe I could live a day longer if you were there for
me…… I went through the pains of Cancer lonely! Rather than supporting,
you rejected me. Isn’t marriage meant to be for better or for worse.….?
I hope when I remember how childish you were for taking the boot you
bought for me and returning the wrist watch I bought for you I can
peacefully sigh a relief for leaving this cruel world. You were so mean
to me! Oti, you were really mean to Emmanuella too. How could you
ill-treat your own children because they are girls? I have all the
horrible text messages you sent to me documented; psychologically you
killed me before my death.
Pastor Jagha, a man of God! The church has failed in their duty to help
you from fallen, they have pampered you for doing wrong in order to save
their face and invariably they have failed me. Church is meant for
sinners irrespective of their position and as such no one should be
above chastising. I hope after my demise our father in the Lord would
have enough evidence to correct the wrong of my beloved husband. No
wonder my so-called husband was able to trick the church who also lured
me to take off the safety and protection order and stop me from getting a
separation that I so long for. On my dying bed I made copies of
telephone bills showing his immoral communication with a worker in the
church at Athlone but there was still no sufficient evidence………
The church that should be a place of refuge became a place of torment
for me. I hope you can also enjoy your new relationship with Sheila, I
learnt you told some of your church members that I asked her to look
after my kids because I was sick in the hospital whereas she keeps
malice with me just because of your sex romp with her. Oti, you left my
children at home for two days and went to sleep with your girl friend in
Athlone. You also asked my under-aged children to travel on bus to
Athlone by themselves while I was on the hospital bed. I loved you but
you failed me and you know it.
The bitter pill that I have to swallow is the fact that I can no longer
be there for my lovely girls .Their beloved father despised them so
because I could not make a male child (you claimed that I was unable to
have a boy child because I did not drink from the anointing oil which
you asked me to drink and that makes you detest me too). I am deeply
sorry that I did not drink it; maybe that would have spared me of some
lashes. Our lovely first daughter at age twelve said, “Mummy I don’t
think I will get married” This is as a result of the abuse that my child
suffered from our marriage… If you are a loved one and you know my
daughter, please help me say to her that marriage is to be enjoyed and
not endured….. I want her to be married and make me proud!
Oti, why do you always run away from your problems rather than resolving
them? You left Nigeria because of your involvement in fraud at the
bank which you never resolved. As I speak you owe my mother a sum of
one million, two hundred thousand naira which you have no plan to repay.
How come you had issues even with your own sibling in the U.K to such
an extent that you poisoned her…..? That is the more reason why I was
so scared for my life. You are such a difficult person, the community
welfare officer , our GP, Olive at Hartstown , the Child protection unit
at Finglas and our father in the Lord tried their best to advise you to
no avail. You were not ready to make me happy.
Noble Jagha, you wanted me dead as soon as possible. I still wonder why
you refused to come with me for separation times and again when I asked
that we should part ways. I know your intent may be to make gains from
my years of labour at Anpost. I worked so hard to pay the rent, to feed
us and even paid some of your fees to pursue your MBA. Despite all my
effort you were never satisfied, even on my sick bed you demanded for
money…..I hope you are happy that you have them all and you can feed
your numerous girlfriends with them. I plead with you and I besiege all
that reads this to appeal to you that you do the following after my
demise which is of utmost importance (I hope you will heed advice for
once).
1. That you may put in trust/fixed deposit for my daughters all
monies raised from my burial and benefits from my workplace having paid
all expenses incurred and other personal loan taking from my friends
during my period of illness. My daughters need to know I care for them
even in my grave.
2. That, I have a will in which I have named the executors to my
will and joint custodians of our children. The lawyer will keep you
posted in due course, please adhere!
3. Oti you can also pay any money that you owe from the monies before the account is opened.
4. Kindly pay my mother the money you owe her too before the account is fixed.
5. I want my mother to be a part of my children’s life, please don’t deprive her.
6. Oti make peace with my family and friends (stop making enemies out of the people that helps me).
Oti, it may surprise you but I have to let you know that I have the
password to your facebook account and email accounts! How come I am not
on your friend list? Why did you also refuse to tell me the cause of
your mother’s death? I know she died of cancer! Hmmmm
Oti does not love me; he could not stay with me in sickness despite the fact that I loved him more than my children. Hhmmmm
I hope my mother can forgive me for not heeding her advice in respect of
my choice of marriage and I pray that God gives her and my father the
fortitude to bear this irreparable lost. It is too late to cry when the
head is off.
Thank you for not leaving me alone in my time of troubles and needs my
sisters, thank you sister for going to Olive’s school, please follow up
with Emmanuel as planned, I don’t want my children to suffer. I am so
worried …..I am tired. I don’t want you people to go, don’t leave me
alone. I want someone to sleep here with me tonight.
signed.
Omodolapo GoodGod
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