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Three years after I underwent that deliverance, I was at home one Saturday morning when my phone rang. It was an unknown UK number. When I picked the call, a voice said to me, “Hello Chidinma. Where are you? I want to see you now.” Though the voice sounded familiar, I asked, “Who are you?” “It is me Ejike. I am in London to see you.” I could not believe it. I shouted in excitement and told him where I was. He told me was coming to see me. When he arrived at my house, I saw he had become even handsomer. “What are you doing in London Ejike?” I asked. “I am here to ask you to marry me,” he replied as frankly as he could. He removed an engagement ring from his pocket, held it before me and went down on one knee and asked, “Baby, will you marry me?” I stopped breathing. I felt like it was all a joke. My head spun so much that I slumped into the chair behind me.
When I recovered, I gave him a thousand and one reasons why he could not marry me. “You know I am jinxed. You know I aborted a pregnancy. You know I have been sexually active with men I am not married to. Please go away. I cannot marry you. I am too dirty for you.” “I don’t even remember all these things you have recalled now. In my eyes you are still as perfect as the first time I saw you in NYSC camp in Isele-Uku. I don’t know why it is so, in my eyes, you can do no wrong,” he said looking very solemn. His words left my heart in pain. I covered my face with both hands and began to sob terribly. “Ejike, please leave my house. I cannot marry you.” “I came all the way from Nigeria and you want to send me back empty handed. Never! I am not going anywhere until you give me the answer I want!” he shouted. I was shocked to see he was serious. Being left with no other option, I accepted his proposal. There are details I have not given you about Ejike, he is only a year older than I am and is in his thirties.
Three weeks later I was back in Nigeria for my traditional wedding and to inform my father a man had asked my hand in marriage. In his house in Port Harcourt, I warned him not to reject Ejike. I had my mother for company. Both of us warned him and made threats. “When I see the man, I will decide if he is fit for you,” he said. In anger I and my mother stormed out of his house. Outside, we met my step-mother. “I am back to Nigeria to destroy your juju, witch!!!” I shouted at my step mother. “A man has come to marry me, you and my father cannot stop this one! I am ready for you,” I added. “Aunty Joy, what is Chidinma talking about?” she asked my mother. “Do you think we don’t know you are a witch? We know, but if you try to do anything evil to stop my daughter from getting married this time, you will die,” my mother warned. My step-mother took my mother’s hand and led her toward the back of my father’s house. There she pointed at a spot where somethings have been burnt and said, “I am a changed person now. I have burnt my juju. I no longer serve Satan. I saw Jesus in a dream and he told me I was headed to hell… I saw myself in hell. When I woke up, I knew I had to give my life to Christ.” “Thank God!” I and my mother chorused.
“What did your father say when you told him a man has come to marry you?” she asked. “He said he will decide if he is good for me when he sees the man,” I replied. “That is a lie! Over my dead body!! Chidinma follow me!” she shouted and headed into the house. “Eberechukwu! I have heard you are planning to deny your daughter the chance of getting married yet again!” my step-mother shouted at my father. “Let me warn you, if you do it, I will deal with you personally. Do you think I don’t know you and your parents dedicated Chidinma to the gods of your forefathers? I know that is the reason you don’t want her to marry. You are afraid of dying if she marries. Eberechukwu! Chidinma will marry and you will die!!” she added. “Chidinma, go and ask the man to come. If your father will not accept the dowry, I, your mother and your uncles will receive it. Your father can run away if he likes,” she said to me. My father sat there and said nothing. I was shocked to hear that my father and grandparents gave me to their gods. I wanted to jump on him and tear him to pieces, but my mother and step-mother stopped me. I could only rain abuses on him.
The day Ejike and his people came, my father was nowhere to be found. He had been avoiding meeting with Ejike and so we fixed the wedding without his consent. Thankfully my uncles were around to receive my dowry. In the middle of the traditional wedding, my father and three senators from Abia State arrived with several mobile policemen. I was ready to fight to the death to make sure they did not deny me marriage again. To my surprise, my father addressed our guests and apologized for arriving late for his daughter’s wedding. After the wedding, I left with Ejike and his people. At home Ejike was too reserved and quiet. I could not tell what was wrong with him. When I returned from his mother showing me off to their relatives, he had slept off. I chose not to bother him till morning. When he woke up in the morning, he was his usual playful type. “What happened last night? The way you slept off last night was a little odd,” I said. “I was too tired,” he said removing his pajamas. “The devil tried to kill me two night ago,” he added, showing me his bandaged arm. “What happened to you?” I asked, my voice filled with alarm. His left hand was covered in bandage.
“I was bitten by a snake two nights ago in my dream. I killed the snake anyway. I cut it to pieces,” he said smiling. I was so shocked I could not say a word. I knew it was the snake I saw when I was undergoing deliverance in London. “Don’t worry about that baby. God has given us the power to thread upon serpents and scorpions. They can do me nothing. Can you go fix me a meal? I am starving,” he said, not showing any sign of regret getting married to me. I left the room worried and scared. A week later we had our white wedding in Port Harcourt and my father attended. It has been years since I exchanged wedding vows with Ejike. Every moment of those years has been a blessing to me. My marriage to him has changed my family. As I write this story, my father now goes to church and has come to believe that heaven and hell are real. He is patiently waiting for the second coming of Christ. He is still very active in politics though.
Today I am living with Ejike in Pennsylvania USA where he is working as a pastor and teacher with a bible institute. We have two children, boys. I will forever be grateful to God for sending Ejike my way. I still cry each time I remember his reason for getting married to me. He had told me this after our wedding, “I was going to marry another girl. A few months to my wedding with her, I found out she was not ready for the sort life God has called me to live. She was more interested in getting married than preparing herself to live as a pastor’s wife. She had ungodly temper and nursed dreams that were not in sync with my calling. When God told me to cancel the wedding, I was bothered. But then God sent me to you. He asked me to marry you to save you from destruction. He told me you won’t give me hell as a wife. After praying over it for a long time, I decided to obey him. You won’t give me hell, will you?” With tears in my eyes, I vowed never to give him hell for a day. From that day, I have worked hard to make my marriage heaven on earth. I am willing to lay my life down for him. Even though he knew how filthy I was, yet he married me. From the day I exchanged wedding vows with him till this day, he has not for once treated me with disrespect. He is simply God sent.
The above true life story was written by Chidinma Nnamdi (actual name withheld) and was edited by moofyme.com editorial team. Chidinma hopes and prays that her story will bless the readers; and save someone from the path from destruction.
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