Mr ‘good man’ was in the business of babying full grown adults, spoon-feeding and diapering them.

True to their words they took his companies, investments, landed properties both in the village and in the city, just everything. They planned to harm me and my children in their village, but God gave us a way of escape. The night they were hatching their evil plan, someone eavesdropped on them. The man was in his car sleeping and that was in the middle of the night. He was not from their village, but he could understand bits and bits of what they spoke. According to them, it would look like a burglary attack. Early morning, the man ran in fear and told us how they planned to harm me and my children, that was how we escaped that village without waiting for the burial thanksgiving. Later one of their relatives confessed it was true. Why will they ever think of harming an innocent woman and her children because of material possessions??? My late husband’s sweat! Is this also a village tradition?

Getting back to Abuja, they went from bank to bank collecting whatever was left of the account. His ne’er-do-well brother for some reason knew he was next of kin to most of those accounts (probably because some of those accounts were opened before my late husband met and married me). But they could not touch two bank accounts because I was next of kin there and those were his company accounts. So, they decided to claim that the wife (never me in Jesus’s name), was equally dead. The banks demanded the death certificate of their imaginary brother’s wife as well as their brother’s death certificate. Did I also mention that they seized his death certificate to date so I would not lay claim on anything? But of course, I went to court and got a sworn copy. The level of their wickedness was raised to power 10. Two of the bank managers called me on different occasions when they claimed that their brother’s wife (not me in Jesus’s name) was dead. I remembered one that happened: I had walked into the bank, I was greeted with the ugly sight of these fellows, they had the biggest ‘Ghana-must-go’ bags (as they are called in Nigeria) clutched tightly under their armpits. Whoever told them that their brother kept money in the bank! No, he never did! Only salaries of workers and day to day runnings. He was an investor! And of course, the salaries of over 800 staff were there in the bank as he had a security outfit that multiplied the number of staff he was paying. I collected this money and since they were the ones that forcefully took my late husband’s company, I gave most of the money to them because they were salaries of men who had toiled. But they never paid these staff, they instead told them that ‘madam’ took their money and gave these people my contact number. Come and see harassment from these workers.

Just when I thought they were at their worst, they started planting their people to destroy my personality and achieve character assassination. First, they planted one of Mr good man’s relatives (I can’t remember his name as there were a lot of self-acclaimed relatives that surrounded Mr good man). This relative is a supposed lawyer. I call him that because I do not see why someone that learned was following my late husband everywhere and was never in a chamber or doing something meaningful with his life. He was a typical example of one of the people Mr good man was spoon-feeding. This guy returned to Abuja with the bus that my office gave me to convey staff for the burial. According to the story, he made up hateful lies against me, honestly, things so unimaginable! Unfortunately, some of my colleagues believed his lies and urged him on. It amazed me because for the number of years I worked at my office, I thought I was a friend to all, as I had never had any issue with any human in that office. I even remembered opening the doors of my house to some of those staff members. My house was a lunch place for some of them. One lady from my office will always come to my house and beg to do chores for me. She was a married woman with twins. I knew what she wanted, and I gave it to her, without her having to slave herself for us. So, I called this one lady, as I heard she was among the people on the bus, to find out what was going on. This lady’s answer shocked me. She told me never to call her again, that after all my husband was late and I would not be able to assist her again. Two years down the line, the said lady wanted a comeback when she realized I was still capable of helping her. They went to my local assembly and planted another human that made up incredible lies about me. Finally, they went to a women’s fellowship that I attended and planted a fellow member to lie against me. But unfortunately, you cannot lie with the Holy Spirit of God.

I want to focus on this woman that lied with the Holy Spirit. I remembered returning to fellowship just 6 months after my late husband’s demise, it was my second visit. I had barely entered this women’s fellowship and sat down when a lady walked up to me and squatted beside me. According to her, the Holy Spirit told her to tell me to stop sleeping with the man I was sleeping with because that same spirit told her the guy was after my husband’s money. Number one error! The Holy Spirit I know will never lie. Number two error, which money??? I guess I was just too patient to listen to her Holy Spirit ministration. I allowed her to finish ranting and suddenly, I snapped! I will take nonsense from any human but not when you lie with the Holy Spirit of God. My voice was heard. The leaders came around to ask what was happening and I narrated everything to them and immediately left the fellowship. Later that same evening someone called me to say that the said lady later confessed to them that a man told her to say that and spread the news all over the fellowship but according to the caller, the said lady refused to say the name of the man that sent her.

The next thing I heard of her was that she was sacked from her job and she had sold her car and most of her things to survive with her only child. One day I saw her in one of the markets in Abuja looking almost mad. I do not know what has become of her now. Who lies in the name of the Holy Spirit? The bible says it is an unforgivable sin. I do not know how much they gave her to ruin her life forever.

These were the evils these in-laws melted out to me. But if only they knew that those things don’t matter to me at all, what people think of me, how they perceive me etc, .. Perhaps they would not have bothered wasting their energy and money to tarnish my image. Most of those people my late husband’s relatives used were like ‘Judas’ because it will only take a greedy, evil, jealous heart to believe these relatives of my late husband. Till today, I have never cared to know the kind of stories they made up against me. What for??? After all, it showed in the character of these fellows…when some of them came to my house to mourn with me, little did I know they came to rejoice rather than mourn. I was hearing things like… ‘Now her husband is dead, let us see how she will be changing cars, some said no more all these her shakara (public display of wealth)’ and one man said my life was finished. God forbid! And to them, they said I was behaving mad and could not hear them just because I never answered their questions and only gazed. Few had the guts to point at me and I could see smiles on their faces. The Bible says in Jeremiah 17:9 that the heart of man is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked, who can know it? Only very few people sincerely mourned with me. The rest were spectators. They saw me as a competitor. I never knew I had competitors as I thought I lived a simple life and never flaunted so much on social media.