Love story -My wedding night (Episodes 1-5)

Love story  -My wedding night (Episodes 1-5)
Episode 1
I write with Tears
I woke up after my wedding night to
see a knife buried in my husband’s
chest, our bed sheet soaked with
blood. I couldn’t believe my eyes, i
couldn’t believe it was all real. I held
my dead husband and looked around.
“no this can’t be happening” i breathed,
trying hard to control myself. But it
was all real, Damian was cold and still.
He was dead for real. “nooo” i sobbed
quietly, wondering what to do,
wondering the next step to take.
was any doubt, i was about
experiencing a very terrible twist in my
life. Damian was definitely murdered by
someone who was so desperate to
destroy my happiness. I sat down on
the floor while my mind flashed back
to how i met my husband. After NYSC,
early the previous year. I came to
Abuja to live with my elder brother
who was a doctor in one of the city
hospitals. He had no problem getting
me a good job in a very popular
construction company inside the city.
Seriously i counted myself as a very
lucky girl because i was the first to get
a job among all my classmates and
friends. I started work in Damian’s
office as a secretary and that was
when my life took a dramatic turn.
Damian who was my boss, a white
and an American citizen quickly took
interest in me. He was so sweet and
caring but equally a womanizer.
Everyone warned me to be careful. My
colleagues advised me to be
professional when dealing with him
and never give in to his demands,
which i obeyed. But surprisingly he
continued disturbing me, even after
turning him down so many times. The
more i turned him away, the more
bolder he got. This continued until i
finally gave in to him. We had a very
sweet relationship that soon became
the talk of the town. As our
relationship progressed, i started
getting threats from his old girlfriends
both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never
stopped me from giving up on him.
Three months into the relationship, he
proposed to me and met my people,
drawing another shock from everyone,
especially the white community. Our
marriage was quickly fixed and i
insisted for it to be done in Nigeria
because of my family and friends
which he accepted without hesitation.
Damian’s mother, family members and
friends arrived the country two days to
our wedding. I had a very long talk
with his mum and cousins who all
tried to be nice to me even though the
resentment on their faces were
noticeable. The church wedding and
reception went very well. Damian really
spared no cost in organising the whole
show. We planned travelling to Dubai
the next day for our honeymoon, which
made us spend our first night as
husband and wife in his big house
where almost all his family members
and friends slept. Anyone of them
could have crept into the room as we
slept and struck him, but there wasn’t
any doubt i would be the major
suspect…. “Oh no” i wailed with a loud
voice, drawing the attention of
everyone in the house. Within minutes,
almost every member of the white
community was in Damian’s house. It
was as if they were all waiting for such
news…. I couldn’t believe i was married
only for one night…

I really can’t write how hurt and empty
i was that fateful morning. I can’t
describe how devastated i was nor
how my heart bled. I was totally
broken and dead. I couldn’t even call
my brother to tell him the bad situation
i found myself. In fact my soul and my
spirit ran away from me. I was just a
shadow of myself. The devil just took
time to urinate on my destiny.
Damian’s mother never bothered nor
cared about my feelings, instead pulled
out the knife from her son’s body
when my cries brought her to the
room and almost stabbed me with
fury, screaming some incoherent
words, until other members of the
family came in and held her. “i said it;
nothing good ever comes out of Africa.
She stabbed him, she probably did it in
her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft.
God save my soul” the old woman
screamed and cried. I simply sat
beside the bed and cried out my heart.
I was just like a cornered rat. I was
simply in the midst of foreigners. In the
midst of people who saw me as a
second class animal or probably a gold
digger. None of them spoke to me nor
asked how it all happened. I barely had
changed my night wear when an
ambulance arrived with men from the
force headquarters. Before i knew what
was happening, i found myself at the
back of a police SUV while the
perpetrator of the crime walked freely,
probably watching the unfolding events
from a safe distance. Another problem
i had was that i didn’t know who to
suspect nor accuse. They all looked
the same to me. They were all a bunch
of conspirators. I felt like taking my life
as the police took me away, because
there wasn’t any need living again. I
knew the justice system would easily
convict and close the case than
investigating. “Who am i among a
bunch of whites all accusing me of
murder??”. I had nothing to prove my
innocence. I was the only person in the
room with Damian. The murder
weapon which might have saved me
through finger print test was already
compromised by Damian’s mother. My
life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri
prison awaited me with a dark smile.
How do i save myself?, how do i prove
my innocence?.

As soon as i got to the police station, I
called my elder brother
who couldn’t believe all i told him.
“hold on tight my dear. I’ll be there shortly” he
assured me.
I was quickly led to an office where i
was asked to write a
statement, which i nervously did while
Damian’s two cousins
who came with me kept talking to each other.
After writing all i
knew on the note book, a female
officer showed up to question
me. I tried my best to convince her.
“just look at me. How possible do you
think a Nigerian girl would murder a husband
taking her
out of the country to
celebrate their marriage?. I didn’t do it.
One of them did. You
got to help me” i begged. She
shrugged and shook her head. “of course i believe
you. You have no
reason to kill him but you
see i’m just an ordinary officer taking
orders from my
superiors, anyway i believe my boss.
S.P Jeremiah will know how to handle your case.
He’s a good
man and a crime expert”
she assured me.
My brother showed up minutes later
with his Lawyer who
quickly took over my case. I told them all i knew
and the events
that happened after i discovered the
dead body. My brother was
totally shocked.
“don’t worry my dear. I know this is
going to be a tough case. I smell the American
Embassy getting
involved but be rest
assured that i will go any length to
prove your innocence, even
if it means getting experts from
abroad. I have friends who can examine the case
and get results” he
promised seriously. I
breathed deeply and hugged him,
thanking God for giving me a
wealthy and intelligent brother.
Officer Jeremiah soon showed up at his office and
requested for
our presence. Damian’s cousins
officially accused me before
him, asking that i should be detained
but my brother’s lawyer
intervened quickly. “officer i hope you know
that passed the night in that
house is a suspect?. They all had
access to the bedroom, anyone
of them could have committed the
crime. If you guys are going to detain my client
without proper
evidence and reason. You
equally should detain all the people
present that night, else i will
be the person to file a lawsuit against
the police, after all none of them can come
forward to testify
seeing my client murder her
husband” the lawyer threatened,
putting the officer in a tight
“fine i’m not going to detain her, but you will
have to sign a
document which places her in your
custody. This is a murder
case” the officer said strongly, while
my brother’s lawyer
nodded in acceptance, Damian’s cousins
The document was signed in no time
and i was free to go.
“we are also getting a court permit
which will enable us get our
own team of investigators and go through the
case. We are not
going to take any chances” my lawyer
said to the officer who
shrugged and smiled.
“this is bullshit, we are heading to the
embassy” Damian’s cousins threatened and left
anger. It was obvious i had a
long case ahead of me. Luckily i had a
brother who equally had
the means to defend me and catch the

As we got up to leave, i passionately
pleaded to the detective to help me out. “seriously i have no hand in my husband’s death. You
have to help me. You have to do something” I pleaded desperately. “as long as you are
innocent, you have no problem with me. I’m a good cop. I promise to get to the
bottom of this case” The middle aged officer promised while my brother smiled with relief.
“now you are talking officer. Don’t let
them intimidate or stop you from doing the right thing” he advised as they shook hands.
On our way out of the force headquarters, my brother held me
on the shoulder and whispered in my ear.
“you have to be strong my dear. Everything happens for a
purpose. Please you have to be strong
when facing our parents ,
they are very devastated” he begged
quietly while more tears fell from my eyes. I really didn’t know how to face my old parents,
especially mum who braved her sickness to witness my
wedding ceremony.
Nevertheless, we first headed to Damian’s house after leaving
the police headquarters in order to
pick up my things, but on getting to the house, we were stopped by four
policemen who told us that they had orders not to allow anyone pick up even a pin from the
house. “madam this place is now a crime scene.
You can come back tomorrow to pick your things. As for now we have orders not to allow
anybody pick up anything
from the house” one of the
officers said, leaving me speechless.
“i think it’s a good development. A
piece of evidence might still be lying around who knows. The police are
really correct with this decision” My brother’s lawyer said in agreement. And sowe had no choice
than to turn back
and head to my brother’s house where every member of my family was waiting for me. It really
was such a painful scene as every one of them cried on
sighting me, especially my poor
mother who sobbed uncontrollably.
“this marriage was just a huge
mistake. oh no” she cried painfully. However another big development
occurred at exactly 5pm when detective Jeremiah showed up once again with a team of
policemen and a white man
who looked like a lawyer to arrest me.
“i’m sorry, the order came from the
I.G’s office. It has nothing to do with me” he said as a handcuff was
thrown round my wrists, putting my entire family into another wave of shock.
My brother as usual tried to defend me
by creating a scene but had to shut up when the white lawyer threatened to arrest him as an
accomplice in the
murder charge I was facing.
“don’t worry, I will protect you” the
detective whispered to my ear as he led me away. This time, there wasn’t anything to save me
from cooling off in a police cell.

On getting to the police headquarters, i
was taken to the
detective’s office where i stayed and
nervously waited for him while he entered another
with the white lawyer.
He came in about fifteen minutes later,
smiling calmly.
“i’m really sorry things got so bad as
to bring you back here. Your husband’s family are
everything possible
to make you pay, but don’t worry,
investigation has
commenced. I’m already working on a
theory. You should also know that i have seized
travelling passports of
every one of them that spent the night
in that house. You
shouldn’t worry about anything, the
culprit will be caught. I equally had a good cell
prepared for
you” he said seriously,
while tears dropped from my eyes. I
couldn’t imagine
myself spending the night in a police
cell no matter how comfortable it was made to
“one more thing. I need to hear the
whole truth from you
since you want me by your side. That’s
all i ask” the officer
added curiously, drawing out another shock from
“what do you mean by the whole
truth?” i gasped, while he
“you see, that’s one problem with
Nigerian women. You all like keepings secrets
even in a terrible
condition. You have
a cop trying to help you, the least you
can do is to come out
clean with him. I spoke with some of
your colleagues today and their answers were
shocking. Most of them said
that your relationship and marriage to
late Damian wasn’t
ordinary. So you got to tell me things i
need to know since you want me by your side” he
on while i swallowed
hard and fought with myself.
The officer wanted me to open up
something well buried in
my heart, a secret i told no one. “How do i go
about it?” i wondered.
“i know you didn’t commit the murder
but you have to help
me unravel many things. What made
Damian marry you so
quickly, you guys had just a short Romance and
Mr Damian
i was told messed up a lot of ladies in
the company before
getting to you. Something made him
marry you??, don’t tell
me it was love, i have reason to believe
something else was
involved, even after the threats and
reports you got, never
for a moment did you guys quarrel.
Please don’t use the
love bullshit on me. I need the truth?” he pushed
There wasn’t any doubt the officer did
a good background
check on me but digging deep into my
relationship with Damian was only going to
matters for me. Some
things are better left buried and
unsaid but looking at his
eyes, i saw curiosity and eagerness
To be continued next week ...................

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