My name is Bolu, married to an Igbo man, Ebuka. If there is something that my parents taught me, it was to respect my elders and I have always respected his mother so much.
Before
I got married, I was working as a nurse in a private hospital. Back
then, most of the patients wanted to be treated by me. It was as if I
was using a spell to attract them to me but to be sincere, I wasn't
using any charm.
Ebuka worked
in an oil company and when we got married, we were able to build houses
and had other properties. We always gave Ebuka's mother everything she
wanted but I noticed that she was partial and liked some of her children
more than the rest.
She didn't
like my husband even though he was very nice to her and even transferred
that hatred to me and my four children. I was worried because I
considered myself as the most respectful daughter-in-law among her
daughters-in-law.
Whenever
she visited us, I gave her the biggest meat, plenty food, the most
comfortable bed and much more but she would go to the village and tell
lies that I maltreated her.
Nduka
who is my husband's elder brother had been living with us in our house
and I did not have any objection to that. Nduka is the mother's
favourite and everything he did got her approval.
He
even brought his girlfriend to live with us. The girl caused so much
trouble in my house and caused a fight one day where she wanted to beat
me up. But instead of scolding her, my mother-in-law supported her.
Ebuka
was forced to ask his mother why she supported evil when she knew it
was wrong. In reply, she said that she would make life difficult for us
though we thought she was joking or making an empty threat till things
took a turn for the worse for us.
A
few years later, we both lost our jobs and shortly after, Ebuka and my
eldest child became very sick. I had to sell all our properties to buy
their drugs and pay the hospital bill. We relocated to a one bedroom
apartment.
You can't begin to
imagine how much we suffered. We had to beg before we could get food to
eat. After selling all our properties, Ebuka and my child got well and
all through that period, his mother did not visit us.
She
started living with Nduka who had become very rich by now. One night, I
sat on the bed, looked at my life and cried so much because that was
not how my family and I were supposed to live.
We who used to be landlord and landlady of duplexes and storey buildings, were now tenants in a one bedroom apartment.
We
had no option but to seek God's face and decided to go for deliverance
for two weeks. After we were done with the deliverance, we received a
call that Ebuka's mother was shouting that she was on fire and wanted to
see us so that she would make a confession.
We
didn't go to meet her but they were really serious as they brought her
to meet us in the compound. There, she confessed that she transferred
Ebuka's glory to Nduka, made us lose our jobs, caused the sickness that
afflicted Ebuka and my first born to make us sell all our properties.
She
also confessed to doing so many bad things. The evil things that she
had done to us were too much to pen down and now she is begging for
forgiveness.
I don't know if
Ebuka will forgive her but I don't think that I will forgive her for
making us suffer because her son didn't marry a woman from their tribe.
Please, I want you to advise me. What should I do?
Bolu."
Dear
readers, we have another story of how wicked a mother could be to her
own son and daughter-in-law. On Morning Teaser today, we want you to
weigh in and advise Bolu on what to do
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