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Social media is a necessity to most people and it’s a
basic need so to speak. You can decide to become low-key on the socials or very
vibrant (sharing every little stuff in your life) as it's the trend nowadays.
To me, the internet is for showbiz and information. Not sure how you take the internet in your
opinion, you can share with us down in the comments section. Anyhow, that being
said, allow me to share with you a story of a man (cheating husband) in Ghana who took
it to the internet to share with the world his story on how his wife poisoned
him and waited for 45 minutes for him to die.
I married a
good woman, decent, elegant, kind, graceful, beautiful, and intelligent. I
chose her over others because she was my friend. I wanted to marry my friend.
We have been married for 9 years and have two beautiful children, a boy, and a
girl. I authentically love my slim women so is my woman, slim and appropriate
when we are married.
However, after our two lovely children, she started
putting on weight. I had no real problems with that because I loved her. I
started to appreciate her new body and I started enjoying it and I did enjoy
her.
She made efforts to try to lose a few pounds because
according to her, she has taught me a few times while in my car, checking other
ladies out.it was a joke we both initially would laugh at. I started developing
feelings for this other lady who had been my friend for years now.
I never imagined it happening to me. I had tried
everything by the book to focus on my wife, but I was falling in love with this
other lady (a friend). My wife accidentally has access to my phone while
unlocked and she read a few of the messages exchanged between us.
She confronted me and I confessed the truth. She was
pissed initially, but with time, she came along to help me through it. I know,
for a fact that unseemly habits, although they may seem innocuous, can easily
become hard or even impossible to break, and because of that I ended things
with this other lady amicably. The last time I ever saw the other lady was when
word got me that she was ill.
I need to check on her as a friend. One thing led to
another and we needed up sleeping with each other at her house. From the
bedroom window of the other lady’s house, I thought I saw my wife’s car parked
in the neighborhood. I got scared, so I dressed up quickly to go out and check.
The car was gone when I reached the main gate of the
house. I called my wife's office line and she answered the phone. She was at
work and I thought that was a stranger. She was chatty and friendly and normal
with me that day at the other end of the call. I, therefore, ate the rice and
chicken stew she had served me. The only other outside meal I had that day was
the pizza I bought for my friend when I visited her at her house.
That dawn, I thought I had diarrhea. But I started
vomiting and foaming in the mouth. The pain in my stomach was unbearable. I
fell to the floor and started screaming for help. My wife was lying on the bed
pretending not to hear me out. My children heard caries and rushed to our
bedroom, crying and waking their mother up.
I begged my wife to take me to the hospital, and that
was when I figured she might have attempted to hurt me on purpose. She drove me
on the streets of Accra, for 45 minutes, while I was lying at the back of the
car in pain. She drove past the clinics, one hospital, and three pharmacy
shops. My only luck was when we approached a police checkpoint that I had to
forcefully, pop my head up to scream for attention.
My wife started caring when the police signaled for
her to stop. She informed the police about my situation and made him aware she
was taking me to Korlw-bu. I gathered enough strength to also beg the officer
to escort us to the nearest hospital instead which he kindly did.
The doctor confirmed that it was food poisoning. I
since got in touch with the other lady to bring me food to the hospital. I am
feeling better now and was sent two months ago. My wife is acting all innocent
and sweet, but I know better. I eat out nowadays before returning home. Every
trust and respect and love I thought I had for my wife we were gone.
