A Cry For Help! Any Man That Falls In Love With Me Looses His Life-Pt 2

True Life Story: A Cry For Help! Any Man That Falls In Love With Me Looses His Life-Pt 2

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I was in my hostel one Sunday morning, when a girl walked in and announced to me that a guy was waiting for me at the hostel canteen downstairs.

So l went down to the canteen, and met Ikenna’s roommate, Okey waiting for me, with a sad look on his face.

Ikenna had told me two days back that he was travelling to Port Harcourt, to meet and ask his parents for more money to fund his final year project that had already gulped a lot of money. And his phone has been switched off ever since.

“Why is Ikenna not with you?” I asked Okey immediately.

“Hm..mm,” Okey said quietly, “there’s a little problem Amara, Ikenna wants to see you in our room, so he ask me to…..”

That statement, the tone of his voice, and the sad look on his face set my mind running wild.

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So l didn’t wait for him for finish, l stormed outside, boarded down an Okada and raced down to Ikenna’s Lodge.

But when l ran into Ikenna’s room, lkenna was no where to be found, instead, his best friend and course-mate, Emeka, sat on his bed, with his two hands supporting his head. Tears were rolling down his eyes.

“What happened?” I screamed. “Someone should tell me what is going on.”

Emeka was so busy crying to answer, so l continued screaming and jumping around. Then Okey entered, held me by both hands, supported me to sit down, while consoling me.

The explanation was that Ikenna was involved in a fatal accident along the Enugu-port Harcourt expressway on the night he travelled home.

“The breaks of the vehicle he was travelling in failed,” Okey narrated. “And he jumped through the window of the vehicle and hit his chest on the rough asphalted road, while the vehicle swerved to safety shortly after. He was the only victim. The rest of the passengers are okay.”

I knew lkenna would do exactly that. I knew my baby was brave and quick, and he would be the first to jump out under such a situation.

It was not easy living without Ikenna. It wasn’t easy killing the dream of a banker getting married to a Lawyer. It wasn’t easy throwing away the hope that Ikenna would one day slip a ring into my finger at the altar.

But what did l do afterwards?

I locked my emotions to myself. I withdrew into myself, and kept largely to myself. The dream of marrying Ikenna one day was gone, so l married my books instead.

But like my dad would always say, it is God that directs everyone’s step. He directed my steps to meet Nnamdi, a pharmacist.

I was always going to his big pharmacy cum Supermarket to buy drugs and stuff. And soon, Nnamdi was already singing me love poems about wanting to marry me.

Nnamdi was very caring and matured, so I consented. We were already making plans to go and see my parents, when disaster struck again.

I was with him inside his little office at his pharmacy one late evening when a gang of three masked armed robbers stormed the place, demanding for the money.

Nnamdi started pleading with them, telling them that the only money he had on him was twenty thousand naira only. I even brought out the three thousand naira l had on me.

But they kept demanding “the money.” I didn’t know which money they were talking about. And before anyone knew it; one of them had pulled the trigger twice, pouring two bullets into Nnamdi.

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As Nnamdi collapsed on me screaming my name, l heard one of them, probably the boss, rudely ask the one that shot Nnamdi;

“Why you shoot am na?, no be wetin we plan be this na..you don fuck up.”

Then they stormed out and disappeared.

I was covered with Nnamdi’s blood, l started screaming, and moments later some of the neighbors rushed in and rushed Nnamdi to the hospital.

But it was too late, Nnamdi died in my arms in the back of the car.

I was so devastated that l went back to Aba, and stayed with my parents for two whole weeks, just to recover from the shock. Infact, I’m not even sure if l’ve recovered from the trauma till date. As It was very traumatic for me, because it happened right in front of me. The Nnamdi l was laughing and playing with this minute, murdered in cold blood the next minute!

But the years passed. And time they say heals. I graduated six months later with a second class upper degree. I was posted to Lagos, where l did my youth service; teaching Business studies and commerce in a secondary school.

Lagos paid off eventually, l got a good job in a commercial Bank in Surulere, a year after my youth service.

I had decided to stay away from dating for a while since Nnamdi died. But l was 26 then, and was ripe for marriage. And with my beauty, good backgrounds and my banking job that afforded me the opportunity to meet lots of people every single day. It was not long before l met another man that threw me off my feet.

I met Frank at my workplace. He was one of our biggest customers. He was into Cloth Importation. And was always at our branch, for one financial issue or the other. And whenever he came banking, he always found his way to my counter; making sure that l was always the one that attended to him.

We got talking, and we started seeing each other. Eight months later, he proposed marriage to me. And l accepted.

It was as if God wanted to pay me for all my past losses with Frank. He was the quintessential gentleman. He was 38, tall, handsome, and treated me like a fairly-tale princess. For the one year that we courted, it was only bliss, no hitches whatsoever.

Frank was an Efik from Cross-River State, so dad; being a strict conservative, initially had some misgivings, when l told him about Frank. As for mom, she had no issues with his tribe whatsoever.

But Frank easily won dad over with his poshness and gentlemanliness the day he met him face to face. And not long after that meeting, dad relented and gave me the go-ahead to marry Frank if l so wished.

And that was how l got married to Frank in December 2021.

But just six months later, just after six months of a blissful fairy-taled marriage. Disaster struck again!

Frank travelled to his village to see his aged parents. And the only story l heard was that he complained of a little head-ache and fever the night before his death. And the next morning, he was found dead right on his bed. Whatever that killed my sweet husband has no name, just an headache and a little fever!

My life was shattered, ln short I’ve become empty inside. A shadow of my former self now. I’ve resorted to prayers and deliverances. Some say that nothing is wrong with me. That l should just keep on praying. While others say that l have a spiritual husband, and that l should go for deliverance. Infact the word ‘deliverance’ has lost it’s meaning to me. Because I’ve gone for countless deliverances, even before l married Frank. And yet what happened to him happened.

Even my parents are worried, because they think that l’m loosing it. As l keep on asking them to tell me if they Know anything about my birth that l don’t know of. But they keep on saying that my birth was as normal as that of my other siblings. But l don’t believe them, l feel like they are hiding something from me. Or am l just imagining things now? Am l already loosing it, like my parents keep telling me?

Infact, l’m just tired. It’s been almost a year since Frank died. And l don’t even have the hunger to go into any sort of relationship again. I don’t have any reason to love again!

I lost Ikenna my first Love, then lost Nnamdi. Now I’ve also lost Frank; the most perfect husband any woman could wish for.

I don’t even know what else to do! Please someone should help me! Anyone that knows what l can do to put an end to this plague should tell me please!

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