I had a boyfriend, I treated him the way no other woman treated him, and moved into his house. This happened in Africa so sometimes you move into a man’s house and automatically become his wife. Now, it was hazy because I did not milk the opportunity to be seen as his wife I left everything in a haze. Even an older woman who was in his house also as wife, who around 20 years before had a kid for him, I don’t know the reason he told her I was there but she did not respect me as his wife, even told someone on the phone I was just there for school, because I told everyone there I was there for school, for there was a university very close to the house- 1st mistake. Secondly, I did not behave responsibly in the house and always woke up late and behaved like I was just part of the masses. Also, I had a breath problem during that time, and my v***** was also stinky with infection. I did not introduce myself to guests to make myself known, I just stayed quiet, a US official who came even thought I was an assistant because of my corporate dressing. My husband wore other kinds of clothes and I should have followed suit… the other woman sure did. I would go out and not inform him, I would just tell his assistant I want to go to town and the assistant would get a car and driver ready. I lied to him that the infection was a toilet infection and that was a grave mistake. I was also rude to him in the house, the screen of my phone broke and I demanded a whole new phone, when he was not the type to waste things and I knew it, and I did not give him his space, another mistake. Someone I knew came to see him and he gave the person gifts. His close friend and an associate was also present. I think my breath stunk that day due to the breath problem. It was just a bad thing to happen. Now, on my 12th night living there, I tried to beg him because he had stopped coming to my room at night (as he usually did,
to have s** with me) , I had infection in my v***** and bought meds for us both (as he said I should) so we would treat ourselves. That night whilst I tried to beg, he said “is it because I haven’t thrown you out of my house?” or the like, and threatened to slap me if I touched him. He went into another room in the mansion in my presence, and when I took my slippers off and tiptoed to the door, I heard him and a woman in there talking, then having s**. I cried and cried -HUGE mistake- and told his assistant, went all over the house looking for his assistant, even knocked a woman’s door and told her what was happening, and said “just wanted to see if you were here, I thought it was you.” I saw the PA and told him in repetition “he’s f****** her.” His assistant advised me to just go to my room and sleep, but I refused -BIIGGG mistake- and sat on the floor close to my husband’s room (really should have milked that husband thing. I will next time) and when he got back from the f****** the woman, I challenged him, and was whiny, and in his face, and rude, until he told his assistant to get some of his guards and throw me out with my things. Told that assistant of his to give me some money too. This was in the middle of the night. Other things had happened in the house, that wasn’t all, including people talking and me having no idea how to be great in the situation and milk all of it- among other things. When I was outside the gate with all my belongings I had brought to the house, a guard sympathising with me said, “You could even be the First Lady tomorrow.” I called someone in the house and asked her to please come with her car to take me to a place, and the person came with their car and another occupant of the house sitting in the passenger’s seat, we drove first to a hotel, and when the price was too much for what I had, we found the only other place in the city I knew and I moved in there. The next day my husband told that person he had given gifts to that he shouldn’t worry, that he just has to discipline me. My husband, despite all my begging, only allowed me to see him 14 months later. During this time, actually almost immediately I confessed to him that I had cheated and gave him the name of the person, and that it wasn’t actually a toilet infection- which he already knew. 14 months after he threw me out he allowed me to come and beg him in person, which I did. He asked me during the meeting if the I’m OK down there now, and I said yes. Another 4 months later, over the phone, he agreed to get back together. Soon I will move into his house again and thank God for correction and all the training and prepping He has prepared me. Now I’m going back there to be a household name in the country and the whole world.
