Two Cents

Your husband was pursuing a business with some oil and gas companies in Nigeria for eight years without making any headway.

He is an engineer, and he had come up with a particular design as an alternative to one of the tools used in crude oil mining.

The idea was good, but people were used to what they already had and were unwilling to pioneer change or try something new

Yet your husband was determined to push his idea until someone bought it.

Out of desperation, your husband called an old friend in Scotland

This friend was his lecturer at one point during his studies abroad

The friend sent him a ticket and invited him over to the UK for a discussion on the idea

Your husband travelled to the UK for a month, but he came back home empty-handed

The friend loved the idea but could only promise to talk to one or two people and see what would pan out

Your husband returned home, praying he would get a call back from his friend

Four months of silence went by

Four months of prayer

You have gone to many pastors and prophets to pray

The message you received has been consistent

Your husband's idea would not sell, nothing would come out of all his struggles

It would be best for him to find a job teaching in secondary school or lecturing in the university instead of pushing a dead dream

You told your husband this

He listened, but he kept his fingers crossed

Suddenly, his friend called him and told him he would have to come to the UK for a very important meeting with some investors who liked the idea and would like to partner in manufacturing the design, patenting it and launching it into the market

You ran to your prophet to share the good news

Your prophet told you, "Your husband didn't have any breakthrough. If he travelled, he would not be returning because he was going to be with a woman. A wife he married in the UK in secret, or a concubine, or a side chick, but it is not for work"

You went home with this sad news

Your husband denied it and became very defensive because you were determined not to allow him to travel

You called his father and his mother and friends; you did everything to dissuade him from travelling

When he saw you wouldn't listen to reason, he picked his passport and left for the UK

You felt betrayed that he refused to listen to you

You felt betrayed that he left without your blessing

A week after he left, you packed the children, and you abandoned your matrimonial home

A week after you left, you sent a court summons to your own home, inviting your husband to court to discuss separation and custody of the children

Your husband secured a multimillion-dollar deal

He returned to Nigeria to deal with the mess you have left behind

When you saw that you were wrong and he came home rich, you should eat the humble pie, apologise and return to your marriage

You went back to the prophet, and the prophet told you that the money your husband now has is blood money, and it is your destiny he will be using to service the money if you returned to the marriage

The prophet told you that if you don't return to the marriage and if you refuse your husband access to the children for one year, your husband would die, as there would be nobody to use to service his blood money.

For this reason, you made it very difficult for your husband to access the children for a year.

Eventually, a year went by, and your husband was very much alive

The court awarded him joint custody of the children

You began to suggest that you would like to accompany the children to his house for their visitation times.

Your husband then played a joker and introduced his new girlfriend, even though you both were not legally divorced yet

At that point, you went berserk

How dare he move on with another woman?

Why couldn't he beg you or explain to you properly or wait for you to come to your senses?

How dare he bring another woman into the new house he just bought

You were the one who suffered, the one who had the children for him and the one who was there when things were difficult

This other woman just came in to profit off your years of labour

You began to call friends and family members to beg on your behalf

You began to say it was the devil

You were misled

You were deceived

But that ship has sailed...

Aunty, there is no need to fight destiny

It is your lot to sow and never to reap

Just accept this and move on...

My two cents.