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I suffered my husband with segs and ended up suffering myself. We had a small issue that day and he refused to beg me, so I decided I would punish him that night.

He tried and tried, but I gave him no chance. He eventually slept off like that.

The next day, he left for work without giving me money. I called him and he replied, “Money for hand, back for ground.”

I laughed and told him that his children would suffer. He said they are my children too and if I liked, I should k--l them with hunger.

It pained me so much. That evening, I used my own money to feed them.

When he came home, I was already there. He asked if I was ready to do it now.

I told him he would never see my lap again. He said no problem and went outside.

He returned with small food items. I sat in the living room waiting for him to finish cooking.

He made spaghetti, served everything for himself and the kids. When I went to the pot, there was nothing left.

He told the children to make sure they finished everything — even if they were full, they should load their stomachs and leave no remnants. The children cleaned their plates in my very eyes.

The spaghetti was well garnished with fish. I wanted to cry.

Angrily, I went outside to buy akara to eat with the bread at home. He seized the bread and said I should not touch it — that I should use my own money to buy bread myself.

I ate the akara plain with water and went to bed. I moved to the end of the bed, and he moved to the other end.

He slept off singing with satisfaction. I was thinking he would make a move that night so I could fall for him, but he didn’t.

The next day, he made tea for the kids and they all drank before going to school. He didn’t give me any money.

I went to my shop and used my own money to buy food in the afternoon. The kids came to my shop as usual.

I called him to send them money, but he said the afternoon food was my responsibility. I wanted to cry, but when the children started crying, I quickly went to buy them food.

In the evening, he brought takeaway for them and they all ate. For three good days, I was feeding myself morning, afternoon, and night.

It affected me badly — how much do I even make in a day that I can feed myself from it? Before the quarrel, I didn’t know how to buy food; there was always plenty at home that I would carry to the shop for me and the kids.

I called my mother and cried to her that my husband was suffering me with food. She said the husband she knows can’t do that, and that I should go and beg him.

When he came home that evening, I told him I would go back to my parents’ house since he couldn’t feed me. He said the door was open.

His words pained me. I started thinking maybe he was cheating on me because he didn’t even make any move towards me again — unlike before when he would beg and beg.

The painful part was that he knows how to cook, so he wasn’t spending much on buying food outside. He would cook and they would all eat.

Even the bread he bought, he now slept with it in his bed so I wouldn’t touch it. Yes, he was that petty.

That night, he cooked small okra soup which he and the kids finished, leaving only a little soup with no protein. I didn’t make much sales that day, so I just made small eba and scraped the remaining soup from the pot.

I went to bed. He was already lying down pressing his phone.

I quickly changed into a hot nightie I brought from my shop. As I lay on the bed, I set my bum towards him.

He didn’t look. I shifted closer, but he moved to the other side.

I followed him until he almost fell off the bed. That was when he grabbed me and said he would give me what I was looking for.

The s*x lasted almost two hours — and that was the end of the quarrel. The next day, he dropped money for food and gave me extra cash for myself, saying it was my pay from last night because I’m now an “ashawo.”

I just laughed and shook my head. I went to the market and cooked his favourite food.

In the evening, we all ate together. My kids asked why we didn’t eat separately today.

My husband told them to ask me. My last born said she loved when her daddy was cooking for them because he gave them big big meat.

I almost knocked her head. It pained me.

I just learned my lesson — never to try that rubbish again. My friends even warned me that I might push him outside the next time, and that I should be happy he is a good man.

So whenever we quarrel, we usually settle it in bed. But my kids are still saying they like when we were eating separately because of the big meat their daddy was giving them.

Have you seen this kind of evil before? The kind of knock I will give them the next time they say that rubbish — they will go to their father’s village to confess.

Witch!

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