I didn’t understand a word out of what my grandfather was saying. I felt okay,
wonderful and I was curious to see the other side of the gate, there seems to be a
magnet dragging me to the gate. I tried to push my grandfather aside and go towards
the gate, but he pulled me back by my package on my back. That’s the first time I
noticed I had a package.
I don’t know how it happened but suddenly I was able to see the very heavy package
on my back, it wasn’t a bag, it was a sack that was as big as a mini bus. Inside the
sack were human beings, the first person I saw was my husband then my mother and
many other people.
Suddenly I could not walk again because the load was too heavy for me, my
grandfather was screaming with obvious fear, Ham (as he fondly calls me) if you go
through the gate with this load, they will send you to the left side.
Ok please help me to remove the sack so I can go in, but he showed me the hooks on
the sack. They were wired right into my skin, bones and heart. At this point it
dawned on me that everyone in the sack were those I didn’t forgive for the hurt they
had caused me.
I turned back from the gate and woke up in the hospital. The news about the acid
had broken out, the press had taken hold of it and for days everyone that managed
to get to me told me to sue my husband or to pay him back.
I had visitors in the hospital who came with contacts for hired killers and hoodlums
who can beat him up for me. My father was always by my side and he encouraged
many of these discussions. He was never a serious Christian, he only goes to church
as normal Sunday ritual.
There was only one voice that kept on saying something different, and that was
Pastor Emmanuel. he kept telling me that my life was precious to God and that’s why
God sent him to me at the right time so that I won’t die. He kept insisting that
instead of being angry, I should be thankful.
He also started pleading with me not to hold any grudges because it will delay my
I couldn’t tell Pastor what I saw while I passed out, but his message was the only one
that was consistent with the one I saw myself.
My husband was arrested and charged to court but the twisted justice system didn’t
find him guilty. I had to leave Nigeria for United Kingdom so as to do my face
surgeries and it was during that time Pastor came with the news of my father’s
Oh, how I hated my husband, how I wish I could strangle him. But my vision was too
real to forget. It took Pastor two years to break into my resolve to let go and find
inner peace. It was then I opened up to Pastor and his wife.
Finally, I accepted what Pastor had been saying.
She looked at Pastor to continue the free lecture and he took the hint.
At that point, we added her to our marital discipleship class. A personalized
marriage class that helps to heal the hurt and bring marriages back together.
His wife interjected, “Yes, it has helped many marriages, even marriages that
everyone believes can never come back together again”. It is the same principles God
gave my darling husband to win me back during my dark years.
And it has helped a lot of couples. With all three staring intensely at me, watching for
my reaction, Pastor asked me,
Are you willing to submit 100% to the marital discipleship class?
Question of the century?
Ahhh this people think they can use their eyes and style to make me forgive that
monster husband easily, when I am already planning on enjoying life outside
What reply would I give them…?
Looking at them with a very straight eyes I said NO SIR, I AM NOT JOINING.