Article by Catherine Taiwo

But he is no more. He died 5 years ago. He died from a kidney disease. How that was able to afflict him, remains a mystery for me today, because he neither drank nor smoked. But it started like a joke. He complained of pains on his upper part of his abdomen one night. I thought it was a minor issue but it dawned on me it was a major matter a little after midnight. My husband was coughing, and breathing was so hard for him. Even though I was not yet a good driver, I managed to get him to the clinic, there was no doctor unfortunately that night, only nurses quacks perhaps they brought drips, injections and several things I did not know, just to calm the situation. It worked just a little. He survived to see the doctor the following morning.

He examined him and told us the plain truth. He said mark has a damaged kidney and referred us to the teaching hospital .after seizes of test; they said mark needed not one kidney but 2! But he gave us 1 option: 0,000 in India! Believe me, that was a tall order. We could not afford that. The best and most we could do were to plead with relatives. But how much could anyone avail? We had not gathered up to ,000 when he had the final bout with the illness. It was quite pathetic, because it was as if money was the issue standing between us and his survival. That night about 10.30 pm my husband died in my arms at the teaching hospital. Honestly I had wept, because I knew the pains of loneliness in this cruel world .but my closest friend Nelly was there to console me .she offered me her shoulders to cry. ‘Nicole, I am not with you’, she told me almost weeping. But sometimes things like this happen .it is a difficult situation, but hold your self together and look up to God. And I resolved I would do that, at least in my own little way I was able to bury him, despite the fact we had spent on hospital bills .personally I would say I gave him a befitting burial far more that what people thought I could do. Honestly my belief was that I owed him for all the good times we had on earth.

At the end of the burial I had nothing left .but I had many issues to settle because I have 2 kids a boy and a girl in a private school fees was there to be sorted, whether I liked it or not, and the funny thing was just in my 20s.yes I work in a good insurance outfit, but my income would not do the magic

Nadia met me one morning at junior’s school. I wanted to drive off in frustration , owing to what his teacher told me she had explained to me that if I did not pay junior’s fees in one week I would have to take him to another school’s had begged her to give me 1 month she said no .

‘The proprietress said she has been barking at me for protecting him .I am tired because my job is on the line too. Maybe you need to take him to another school. Public schools are also good and you …’she wanted me to withdraw my kid from school because I could not afford to pay the fee .that was the long and short of it .that insinuation was hurting, considering the fact that we used to be the first to pay when my husband had not been afflicted with the deadly kidney disease I was sobbing inside the car, when Nadia walked up to me.

‘What’s the matter? She looked concerned. I raised my head to talk, but I could not. The more I tried to talk, the more tears ran my cheeks, she understood.’Crying will not solve the problem, Nadia. I think you need a helper. God knows you are young woman, and a widow. You need some one in your life; that is why you are a woman’. She said, casually. ‘You cannot keep living like this in fact’. I did not understand the weight of that statement until some 2 months late. It was Nadia’s birthday; she had invited me and so many other friends. I t was nice soothing, and sure made me forget the worries of life, because we had so much to eat and drink. I was sitting, drinking fruit juice and fried meat, when a tall man dressed in cream-colored linen came in my front.’I have heard so much about you. They say you are nice quiet and friendly’, he said smoothly. ‘I am Benjamin Franklin and I am pleased to meet you he wore an infectious smile, ‘thank you’. I said quietly. ‘Nicole I don’t want to waste your time or mine, because I will soon dash out of this place .I will want us to be friends. I understand the plight of a widow, and I promise to fill in that gap. I may not be as perfect as your husband, but I promise I will make you happy in my own special way’, he said. As he spoke genuineness was written all over his face. ‘I don’t know but I think I need a little time here. Could you let me have that please?’ I asked. ‘Why not have all the time in life ‘but I will drop mine and get yours too, so we can stay in touch ‘.that was exactly what we did, and before I knew it he had dashed out. It was later my friend Nadia told me that she was the link between us. She kept drumming into me that Ben the kind of guy I needed at that point in time. ‘But he has a wife’. ‘Yes but his wife and 3 kids live in Canada .he comes around always because of business. In fact, he is in Nigeria, more than he is in Canada. And he has dollars. He is a gentle man, and girl, you need a man like that’. Nadia said. I promised I would watch and investigate ,but by the time Ben demonstrated his brand of love and affection , I knew there was no way I could delay it .like he rightly said he was not like my dead husband but he was making me happy in a special way.

soon , ben became a member of my household, because he was always around. And he tried his best to make the kids love him by picking most of their bills, buying them expensive toys doing things a caring father would do. I was enjoying it until junior started his hallucinations, if I may use that word. One night, while I was walking Ben to where he parked his car, junior started screaming, ‘mummy see daddy!

I looked back I did not see anything. He kept harping on the fct that his dead dad was following me. It was after Ben had left that I sat down with him to know what was wrong. I asked him to tell me the truth if he saw his dad.

‘yes he wore a white lace and white shoes’ he said .the fact that made it complicated was the fact that junior was just 3 and half years old. I did not think he would be fabricating such lies, but I also did not believe that a ghost has powers. Another issue I found striking was the fact that whenever junior saw he would be wearing white lace and white shoes. Could it be he had been walking about the attire he was buried in? It was more puzzling, and with ever of Ben’s visit, junior would have tales of his dead father to say. I simply kept praying, but sometimes it would get out of hands. He would be sleeping, and suddenly he would start screaming ‘daddies please don’t beat mummy and all that.

I would wake him up, and he would tell me that he saw his dad with a cane, coming to hit me.

‘Why would he want to hit me?’ I would ask junior in annoyance. ‘He never hit when he was alive’. The whole scenario kept me confused.

a scenario `came to show that junior may not be lying after all.

Ben told me of a certain need he had after making huge expenses on his business deal in Nigeria. He said he just needed a loan of 0. He even said he would give me 00 at the end of the week when he would be ready to pay me.

‘I have some money in the bank. But it is the last installments of my husband’s entitlement .I have kept that money for 6 months. I explained.

“Doesn’t worry trust me i will give you back in 1 week, not more ‘.he said. Of course he has been generous to us and since it was time to assist him, I agreed to lend him the money. That morning all hell was let loose. While I was preparing to go to the bank for the money, something disturbing happened, I was taking my bath, and suddenly a whirling sound enveloped the bathroom. Then I noticed a hand with a cane in the air! I screamed but before I I could run of the bathroom, the hand had hit me more than 6 times!

By the time neighbours gathered, there was no sign of that hand in the bathroom. The neighbours searched everywhere, yet there was no sign. But junior said he saw his dad living the room with a cane! That set the house on a higher tempo.

Since then I have been going from 1 spiritual house to the other. Some said what we had been noticing is not real but deceptions and manipulations of the devil. Others said it is real, but that I need to do certain things before he will let me. Does anyone have the solution to the jealous soul of a dead husband?

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