Chronicle Of Blog Visitor Narrative....

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STAND ALONE NARRATIVE

A STORY TO LEARN FROM

''This is the story of Samson and Delilah

I used to be those kind of men who are never moved by what's outside, I hustled hard, I lived well with my wife and kids, even the kids I had from my previous marriage with my late wife were not left out of the joy we shared in our home.

 I was based in the west, life was good until i decided to help an old friend, Ireti (my ex girlfriend), years after my wife passed.

 I met Ireti, a very beautiful lovely girl, I loved everything about her but then I was still picking the pieces of my life, my late wife drained my pockets before she died, my business capital was not up to a 100k.

 I begged Ireti to give me sometime to hustle up and meet her needs but she refused, she wanted everything including us settling down but I couldn't afford it then.

She woke up one day, came to my shop, fought me, tore my shirt, did all manner of things to me and left, that was the last I heard from her::

Years later I met this beautiful woman from my tribe and we got married, heavenly doors was opened unto us, business turned around, favour from everywhere, we started living large, we built our own house, bought a full plaza, we were very happy until that cursed afternoon when I got a call from her (Ireti).

 I picked the call and when I inquired who was speaking, she introduced herself, I paused for a second but she continued, she said she was sorry, she explained how life has dealt with her, how she got married to a fraudster, how he dumped her with a child and now she's suffering, she said she was about to be thrown out of her apartment.

I felt nothing but pity for her, God had blessed me, I just wanted to help, I paid her rent, gave her some money to start up a business, she started, I was still supporting her in every little way I could, I made sure her son went back to school, I refused seeing her face to face, one day she called and was crying that why should I hate her this long, that I opened a business for her , that the least I could do was to come and see the progress of the business.

 I promised to but my tight schedule wouldn't let me, after so many months of complaints, I finally visited, one thing led to another and we had seggs (i guess it was the Okafor's law), more like a marathon, I couldn't get enough of her, we went on and on, that was all I could remember...

I became a total different person after that event, I would hit my wife at every slightest provocation, my kids suffered too, I spent most of my weekends with Ireti in her small apartment, leaving my mansion, my very cool jovial wife became a shadow of herself, always looking pale and bitter, I didn't care, I didn't stop.

 I continued, the only thing in my head was how Ireti takes care of me on bed, how she does it, her magical ways, my business was going down but I didn't care..

 Ireti started making a lot of demands, at first I gave in, but then my wife noticed the excessive withdrawals from our joint account and cried out, one day I drove out and didn't come back, I was with Ireti mi, I spent two months with her, she introduced me to this ecstasy pills and we were used it together...

 I lost everything, the money I had was all gone, I had partial stroke, and Ireti abandoned me in that house and ran away with her son to God knows where, I returned to my house and met total strangers, I asked who they were, and after some introductions, I found out that my wife sold the building to them, she sold our plaza too, somebody else is in my shop...

She disappeared with my kids, and I managed to go home to the village to find out from our families if anyone knew her whereabouts, her parents arrested me and said I should provide their child, thank God for top-ranked uncle who came through for me.

It's been 3yrs, I have not seen nor have I heard from my wife and kids, I am sick and almost dying, I moved to the East to start a new life, I have become a drunkard, I just miss my wife and kids, someone informed me last year December that they came to the village, before I got there, they had left the previous day:::

 Raising transport fare was hard for me..

They said she lives in Canada with the kids, I pray that one day she will forgive me and see me again, I miss my wife and I also miss my kids..... 

I wish I didn't pick that call.... I wish''.

This is a true story sent in by a BV on behalf of someone who wants people to learn from his mistake.

I pray he forgives himself for his costly mistake and i pray that someone towing this same line learns a lesson or two....

Hmm some women are pure evil and I am sure that she used something to capture his attention........Right?