I and my lost our parents when we were at a very tender age.
After we became orphans our uncle, my late father’s elder brother took us in.
We were made to feel at home during those first weeks of our stay in their house, but everything turned sour when he started raging like a tiger, venting his anger on us.
He verbally abused us and when it got to an height he’d curse us and our late parents infact he treated us like we were outcast unworthy of any homely privilege.
To crown it all his wife who used be warm and welcoming showed us her true colors the day we sat in the hut which was the kitchen and help her with Palm kernel, the thing was boiling in the pot and her sons arriving from farm dashed and took out a handful each and left.
But me and my brother were licking our mouths greedily wishing she’d give us too but, she ordered to go to our rooms and come out only when called.😔😔
Life was one wrap of hell for me and my brother.
Most times we’d go hungry for a whole day! While my uncle and his family are to their fill.
Worst of all was the fact that we were made to work 24/7on their farm but his sons went to school and were at their university level! We only schooled to the secondary level😔.
Well, in all of this I had to remain hopeful and stay strong at least for my younger brother.
The only place I could draw strength and solace from was my Aunty’s church.
Of course she did inculcate the habit of going to church in us and we served in the church wholeheartedly.
That paid off, I got genuinely born again, and then I served fully in the choir, but before I knew it people recognized that I was gifted in singing and soon recommended me to minister in other churches!
With that I became famous and also blessed financially.
I was able to free my brother and I from my uncle’s shackles.
I built a house and also I sent my brother to study abroad!
I lived life at large. But the greatest wasn’t sure to come, and my biological clock was ticking yet no man to present as a husband.
I got really depressed and I literally dragged my feet whenever I’m called to minister.
So on this particular day I went for a live ministration in one of the upcoming churches in town.
They were launching their first auditorium, the largest so far and I was invited to as a guest minister
Eventually, after ministering, I returned to my seat, I didn’t know the pastor and his congregation were charged.
The pastor came to the pulpit and lead the congregants in a deep and spirit filled prayers infact the session turned to a deliverance session and many souls were delivered from demonic influence and the likes.
Later in the evening the pastor called me to his office and got one on one with me.
What he told me nearly threw me off balance. He said that while I was ministering he saw a black cloud hovering around me, he said my uncle was planning to ruin my life and has already started immediately he stood up and prayed for me and before I knew it, I fell and blacked out.
I got to know that I was delivered from demonic influence that hindered my getting married.
It didn’t take up to 2 weeks when I met Joseph, a brother I met on one of my church ministration. We fell in love and after 8 months he proposed.
Immediately I went back to the pastor, told him everything and pleaded him to pray for me as I’m going to introduce Joseph to my uncle and his family.
So, after every every, the day of our TM came and friends and we’ll wishers were in attendance, my uncle was the father of the day.
As usually done in Igbo , I knelt down to take the wine from my uncle to my husband to be but suddenly there came an Earth shaking thunder and the next thing I saw was my uncle in his chieftain attire rolling on the dirty green grass.
” I’ll confess I’ll confess.” He said. Every one gathered around to witness what was amiss.
He confessed to killing my parents because they had an argument, he confessed to trying to stop my singing career all to no avail so he diverted to shielding me from any man who wanted to marry me.
How I came to end up with Joseph he didn’t know but he was so angry that he put poison in the wine so that when Joseph drinks it he’ll die on our wedding night and I’d become a widow. After that he died.
Brethren though hands join with hands the wicked shall not go unpunished.
Culled from Deeper Life Singles Facebook group