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  MARRYING INTO PROBLEMS

On my wedding night i received a shocker!

 I was told by my ex sister inlaw to be careful of my FIL, a chief as I was being taken into the family house. The man used to be rich but squandered his wealth. A chronic womaniser who slept with half the street. 

My ex MIL was his first wife and she had 4 children for him with my ex being the only son. She had other children all girls when her husband left her. Sadly he r$ped the older girls before their mother knew, so as soon as the other girls hit 10 years of age she put them in boarding school. 

She left strict instructions with the school never to let the girls out of the school or alone with the man. However, the matron and gatemen were bribeable and the man will come and have his way with the girls. No girl child or woman was safe with him. It was even rumoured that one of the girls fell pregnant for him.

 Anyway come wedding night, I was so tired and wanted to go to bed. Ex said he wanted to stay up partying with his boys. 

When I was taken to our room, I made sure to lock the doors and windows and put heavy furniture against the door. Luckily I couldn't sleep. An hour or so later I started hearing someone trying to get in through the balcony window. I got up and put the iron on and I started screaming until some women came running to the door. After pushing the furniture away I opened the door. Someone then checked the balcony. 

They couldn't find anyone but they saw a coral bead bracelet belonging to chief.

My people as you can imagine, I didn’t sleep that night. Not a wink. I lay there on the bed, heart pounding, staring at the balcony door as if it might swing open at any moment.

The women who came to my rescue that night didn’t say much. One of them picked up the coral bead bracelet and silently handed it to the oldest among them, a woman who must’ve been in her 60s, with tired eyes and an expression that looked like she'd seen this too many times before.

She shook her head and said, “He hasn’t changed,” and slipped it into the wrapper tied around her waist.I asked them what was going on, what kind of family had i just married into. 

The older woman just said, “My dear, sleep with one eye open in this house,” and walked out.

Please note that at this point, my MIL and her daughters were nowhere to be found. I had found it weird earlier on that my MIL who was a so called pastor decided to 'anoint' my ex and I when we knelt down for prayers.

I later discovered the reason for this.

By morning, nothing was still said. The party from the night before had ended, and my ex strolled in around 6am, drunk and reeking. I told him what happened. He laughed. Actually laughed!!!.

 He said, “Ah, that’s just the old man. Ignore him. He was probably drunk and wandered to the wrong room.”I didn't know that his words were hiding an even bigger bombshell 

BVs!!
I knew then that no one in that house was going to protect me, not even my husband. I mean how can someone who climbed a balcony just accidentally wander into the wrong room. A man of around 70 plus o.

Things got stranger after that night. I remember being so naive and being in love and hoping for the best. I wish I had raised the alarm and fled to my family house. But in those days you stayed and tolerated whatever your eye saw.

One night, I remember Chief declaring, “In this house, I go where I please.”That was the beginning of the end.
I’ll tell you what happened after we left the family house for their home town elsewhere and why my husband kept quiet and what I later found out about the Chief’s past ....

My people,You see, when I said “that was the beginning of the end,” I wasn’t exaggerating.
Because what I discovered after we left that house and returned to our base, ehn… May your enemies never marry you into madness.

Let me start with the cousin’s wife.
Yes, you heard right. Cousin. His own blood.
We married a week apart. When they came to greet Chief as newly weds he openly ran his hands up and down the back of the cousin’s young wife in plain view of everyone when she knelt.
Not a single person flinched. Not even the girl’s husband.

She just froze and smiled awkwardly, like it was normal. Like it was routine.
That was when I truly realised that madness was hereditary in that compound and silence was the currency.
But wait. That wasn’t even the worst of it.

After we moved out, I started falling sick constantly. First, I thought it was just stress or malaria.
Until I scratched my leg one day and saw something wriggling under my skin.
My people, TUMBU!!!
I had brought back souvenirs from my in-laws. Literal parasites.
I cried. I broke down.

I remember sitting on the bathroom floor wondering what I was really fighting, disease or spiritual warfare?
It was after several terrible dreams, claw marks on my body and miscarrying and giving birth to a few dead children, and nearly losing my life, that I knew it was all the above and more.

And then, one day, in the middle of a random argument I asked my husband why he never confronted his father. Why he stayed mute.
He paused. Stared into space.
And then he said something I still can’t erase from my mind.
He whispered, “You think I can challenge the man who cursed me?”
I said, “Cursed you for what?”
And he goes, “Allegedly for sleeping with some of his young wives.”

WIVES IN PLURAL!!WHO THE EFF DID I MARRY????
I couldn’t believe it.
No shame. No remorse. Just vibes and generational confusion.

So now you see why he laughed when Chief climbed that balcony?
Because to him, that was normal.
To him, I was just the next chapter in their family trauma.
A fresh canvas for old curses.

Next week, I may tell you what I found out about the real first wife who fled the compound decades before and how she tried to warn my mother. But I'm thinking of writing a book about all this now that a number of people are no longer alive.

All you need to know is that this story? It’s not even half done.

To be continued next Saturday