We had a heated argument and I removed my ring and threw it to his face.

Got married 8years ago while was six months pregnant and two weeks after our wedding I put to bed, lost one of the twins, the boy. My husband lost his job two months after that and tried so many businesses but always loosing interest when things get tough, He got into debt with some of his business associates and left for Lagos (we were in Kaduna). I was harassed by his associates and had to leave Kaduna for Jos.
Stayed with my brother and started looking for Job and school for the kids. Got a job as a call center Rep with MTN, tried convincing him several to join us in Jos but e refused. We didn't see for 1year 8months. I got a slot for interview for him with the call center and convinced him to come over which he did.
He got the job and finished his training and was awaiting resumption, but did not resume bcos the call center shutdown it's operations. I became jobless and also hubby.
He lost his dad that same year and went to Lagos for the burial and after the burial it was one story or the other. He would not come back instead said we should move to Lagos in July of that same year 2012. He changed his mind again saying he does not want family wahala since his step mom was in the house. Stayed back and got another job with MTN but as a contract staff.
Hubby started misbehaving by seeing other women and won't come visit. I became the one pursuing husband oo. 2013 my rent was due and he promised paying bcos he had started fish farming business in Lagos, well it was time to pay rent and oga talk say I should borrow and pay that he doesn't have which I did to pay back became wahala oo. In the midst of all that I los my dad in June of 2013 and burial was fixed, oga gave a flimsy excuse of not having money to come for burial. I was so upset and so was everyone (my siblings and mom). My elder brother paid for the rent and went to see my hubby after the burial. Meanwhile hubby was not talking to me from that time till December. Well that December I sent him a message that we were coming over the holidays, I got a reply that says if I don't want trouble I should stay were I am and not come over if not I will know whom I married, well I told myself I want to see trouble and at the same time know who I truly married, I booked our flight I went to Lagos but on a second thought decided to go to his sister's house. On Christmas day I took the kids and went to see him in Ikorodu. I had replayed what I will do in my mind. We had a heated argument and I removed my ring and threw it to his face. Well my anger was, 1. He was not responsible for his kids even though he was doing well in the business. 2. He did not come for my dad's burial.3. he was not concerned about me or my needs. 4. I was sexually starved (bcos I get to see him once a year).
2014 put him behind me, concentrated on m job and kids. October of the same year oga called for reconciliation and i foolishly agreed, but h gave a condition that we must move down to Lagos. I started job hunting and in July of. 2015 we move down to Lagos.
I took in immediately and was wishing and praying it will be a boy.
On infidelity, I knew that oga was not faithful and was putting up with that ,he kept promising he'll change, while we were in Lagos I stumbled on his WhatsApp chat with a woman I respect and thought was a mother, they were sending nude pics of themselves and confessing their undying love. My hubby even said his soul is tied to her. I was sick, this woman is married and is his old and her husband is a pastor. I confronted him and he denied, I held my peace looking at them like mumu. Didn't know what to do. I was planning on going to her husband's office to show him but didn't know how to go about it. My hubby whom was no talking to me since the confrontation came one morning and said I know what you are planning, well we talked at length that day and he begged for forgiveness and made me delete it on my fone. January 2016, he started again with his no talking tried reaching out to him to know wats up but he refused to open up.
I put to bed on 29th of March, on 31st of March my hubby left home saying he was going to his brothers house at agege, he never returned home, he switched off both his lines, send him messages on Facebook and email he didn't reply. He always come online Facebook, seen that he has read my messages but no reply.
Again he has in so much debt with people which I didn't know get to wen he left. Was harassed by a micro finance Bank he collected loan from to the extent of the coming to carry my car but. God intervene.
He. Left me stranded with three kids, the rent on the house was due, no money, had to remove the kids from school even he wasn't the one paying their fees. I had no where to stay in Lagos. Had to leave Lagos for Jos.
Am currently in Jos job hunting.

MY PRECIOUS JEWEL.....

I have been searching for a word to qualify this priceless Treasure God gave me, over a decade ago, Foyinsolami Jemimah, changed my status, the reason I am called a Mother...........She was so fragile as a baby that I felt, it was because of the pamperings, she didn't walk until she was a year and 4months, I had to take her to my Bigsis in Benin, Edo state for 3months ,that perhaps seeing my Bigsis 's son who is 6weeks older will motivate her to walk ,after alot of effort, won't forget taking her to see an orthopedic surgeon, to ascertain if she has tibia bones, (trust Nurses now) lol... Fast-forward to 2014,a senior colleague adviced me to tutor my daughter well, seeing she's d only one I've got(lost her younger brother, my first son 6years ago at birth) I summoned courage that this fragile Eyin Eyin of mine(egg egg) as some of my friends fondly call her should be strong,i started by making her do the little little chores in d house, sweeping, dusting, mopping, assisting mummy in d kitchen, won't forget how she burnt her finger once trying to put on the gas, just encourage her, before you say Jack Robinson, Foyin started cooking noodles, boiling Yam, Rice, make Eba, cook spaghetti and fry plantain etc. My baby kept improving,to the extent that if she cleans and tidy up your house you will see a professional touch.... wink. ... Took my daughter to visit a friend in SouthEast London last month while on holiday, she had alot of cookings to do so I joined her in the kitchen, seeing how her two kids had turned d house upside down,i asked her to tidy the house while we do the cookings, my friend was amazed, and she said... Ore u are blessed for training this girl like this .Did I mention that I am very strict, hence once you see my daughter, you will ask if her mother is a teacher, cos she is well behaved to the glory of God, but she will always say.... No my mummy is a Nurse, on arriving at the Airport in UK last month, she was assisting a lady with her luggages and the Lady asked"Oh girl u are well trained "and she said "Thank you ma" .Aproko come carry me yesterday, I came back from Night duty at almost 2pm cos I waited to sort some things in the hospital, got home and remembered we needed to shop for the house, not even a single milk in the house, can't afford to go to work without getting the stuffs for d house, I beckoned on my maid, and seeing I have just 7K cash in my purse asked if my maid can use d POS machine, she screamed..... Mummy Noohoo, let Foyin come back from school, we will go together lol. Lo and behold school bus came at about 5.30pm and I asked if she can go shopping with my maid and use d POS machine? She said... Yes mummy and off they go..... Fast-forward to the happening at the mall, she picked all we needed for the house and walk up to the Cashier after telling her d bill, my maid was just wheeling the stuffs while small mummy was doing the talking, she asked, excuse me, can I use the POS machine? The cashier laughed, then she brought out d ATM card and the lady asked her, do you bank with Zenith bank? She said No ,but my mummy does lol, my maid said "Everybody in the mall fixed their gaze on a 10year old girl that wanted to use the POS, she wasn't bothered, she type my pin i whispered to her ears while they were going and shielded the pin she was typed lol, and Oluwajomiloju paid for all the stuffs, no be small shopping o.....A friend told me some years back that a woman with just a child is as good as a barren woman....God has given me every reason to be joyful for the gift of my Angel. Hope I haven't overstretched her my fellow Finsters?

When I saw him, I burst into fresh tears because he was looking so tired and dirty. I held him tight and took him inside...

About two weeks ago, my mom fell ill, so me and the boys went to her place to take care of her. She had a live-in help before but she sacked him when he went out one day and returned the next day, reeking of alcohol. So, we were at her place when I had the most terrible experience of my life.
Last week Tuesday, two of my committee members,  and me went shopping for our just concluded hangout. I knew my mom was in no state to watch three active boys so I called my former help, Stella to come help watch the boys until I returned from the market.

My house guest, Ruth Williams Chikodilli had earlier travelled with her kids, so I had to call Stella. We were done shopping and were at Obehi's place to drop some of the stuff when my mom called me that they had been looking for my son, Derek for the past hour. I couldn't breathe for a moment because I couldn't imagine what I was hearing. I asked where Stella was when Derek left the house and she said no one knew when he left. There was some construction work going on upstairs, and the sand the workers were using was outside the compound, so they left the small gate open. That was how Derek sneaked out.
Derek is my special needs baby, so I drummed into Stella's ears to lock the doors and keep the keys far from his reach. He doesn't understand danger. Derek can see a lion or a snake and start chasing it. Derek could enter a forest at 2am without any fear. Derek would ignore a stranger's questions. Derek has not succeeded in memorizing my phone number so, I began to imagine the worst. What if he fell into a ditch? What if he was hit by a car? What if he met with bad people? What if I never found him?
I started to pray as I jumped into the cab with Sis Obehi in tow and we raced home. When we got to the house, we went round my area, screaming his name. But there was no answer. I was asked to go to the police station to check if someone had found him and taken him there, so, Sis Obehi and I raced to Ugbor police station but he wasn't there. We were asked to try the police station at Limit road, and we went but he wasn't there either. Then I started crying because I couldn't imagine where my baby boy was. The police men tried to allay my fears, they told me I would find him but I didn't believe them at that moment.
I begged Sis Obehi many times to go home to her own kids as one of them was ill that day, but she refused. She stayed with me till 8pm before she finally left. Please, thank her for me.
Meanwhile, I had earlier called my pastor and sent a message to the women in my church and everybody started praying. I couldn't pray much but I started talking to God. I remembered the scripture which said I should present my strong reasons to Him and I started talking. I told Him I couldn't sleep that night without my baby, how could I? How could I sleep knowing that my baby could be lying hurt somewhere? I told God that He knows how much I love the people He cares about, how much I love and give so much of myself to others and to His house, I reminded Him of the 30 Day Bible Verse Challenge I was doing on my facebook wall, and I asked what people would say if they heard this kind of thing happened to me after posting scriptures on my wall. I asked Him what atheists would say. I reminded Him that He just had to defend His integrity.
By this time, it was almost 9pm. I went back home and just sat outside, crying. A few minutes later, I got up again to go look for Derek and my mom tried to stop me. I told her there was no way I could sit and wait. I would go out. As I came out of the compound, I saw my mom's neighbors, a man and his wife and I told them what was going on. Immediately, the man started praying. All I could mutter was "Amen." The man got on his knees and prayed a simple prayer. He just asked God to return Derek to me that night, and he got up and told me that before the next morning the matter would be solved. I thanked him and started to set out. I decided to call my ex and tell him about Derek, and he started yelling that I better look for that boy. I was too weak to say anything to him and he hung up. He called back to ask if I had checked with my neighbors and I said I had. He began to yell again and this time, something snapped inside of me. I told him to stop yelling, and that if that was all he had to say, he should stay off my phone until I called to tell him I found Derek. And I hung up.
About 10 minutes later, my sister called me that someone called her that they found a little boy at Iyeke-Ogba. She wanted to know what Derek was wearing and I told her. Derek left the house with a sweat shirt and underpants. No trouser and no shoe. She said the boy they found was wearing a sweat shirt and a tight trouser and my heart fell. But I called her back and told her to ask the person to get his name, and I began to pray for Derek to answer. She called me back and said the person said he answered, "Derick"
I began to run towards the junction and she said they were going there to check. I told her I was coming to meet them but she said I should not bother. I didn't heed her at all. By this time my cab guys (past and present) were with me. As we were driving off, she called me again that they were almost there. Long story short, when they got there, it was my Derek. He had wandered into one woman's shop, and sat there and was playing with her dog. The woman, Mama Precious, said she waited for a long time for him to leave but he didn't. Then she started asking him questions but he refused to answer. She decided to take him round the area, asking everyone if they knew him, but nobody did. That's when it occurred to her that he was lost, so she sent word out, and her word met ours, and that's how Derek was found.
My sister brought my baby to me. When I saw him, I burst into fresh tears because he was looking so tired and dirty. I held him tight and took him inside. By this time it was past 11pm. I gave him a hot bath and a warm meal and he looked himself again afterwards. He fell asleep immediately, and I just kept staring at him in awe. I couldn't believe it was him in my bed. I began to thank God again and again. He proved Himself faithful to His Word, and I appreciate everything He has done for me.
I called Sis Obehi and told her Derek had been found and she broke down and cried tears of relief. I also called my ex and he sounded relieved too.
Derek sure needs to go to a special needs school, and I have started the necessary steps to get him into one. These schools are not cheap hence the delay ever since but I am going to do whatever it takes to get him into one. Someone recommended a school here in Benin to me, and I have visited the school. Hopefully, he will join them soon.
A lot of my Benin Finsters were calling my phone that day because of their T-shirts but I couldn't answer. I understand you sisters were upset you couldn't reach me, I'm sorry. As you can read, it was not intentional at all. Thanks for your patience and for an awesome hangout.
I give God thanks for returning my son to me unhurt, and because I have come out to testify of His goodness, I have overcome. Glory to God!
Thanks to everyone who assisted me in prayers and in searching for Derek. God bless you all greatly.
Long live FIN.
I. See. You.

I flung away the high-heeled shoes I was wearing and started running without shoes like a mad woman

Evening to all Finster out there.Its actually my first post here.Woke up early as usual,got my kids dressed for school and dropped them off.Just this evening,I hurriedly closed from work to go get them.As I drove into the school premises,one of my son's classmate rushed to me and said "Mummy Torres,Torres had his head broken and their was blood all over his cloth".What!Flunged away the high-heeled shoes I was wearing and started running without shoes like a mad woman.My son ke,blood?Got to the walk way and saw my poor little boy with plaster on his forehead. What happened?He said he was pushed by one of his classmate and hit his head against whatever I did not care to listen.Chai,where is the boy?He said he has gone home.My head started spinning like a carousel.What actually got me angry was the fact that the boy's mother could not wait to apologize to me...I went to the sick bay and i was told that the cut was a little deep.So he was given a pain killer injection before it was stitched.Imagine!Can't wait for tomorrow to come as i am ready display my quality.The pikin mama sef go know as I carry my pikin for nine solid month na so she carry her own too.

Karma is Real.... Heheheheh

Hello sisters in the house my first post here actually!!!!! I appreciate my friend for adding me to this group i have really learnt alot, av been inspired to share my story with u guys i got engaged in 2014 to someone i thought was one of a kind we both didnt hve a job as at that time as passed i was able to secure a job for him because they wanted a man for d job not a lady in lagos see me see wahala oh!!! Dis guy went to lagos nd didnt just treat me bad he stopped calling me nd sent me a message one morning saying . "plz bby i dnt think we can go on because i can't marry a woman who is jobless she will be a liabilty to me!!!! I felt bad @first but i realised i moved on even faster than i thought months later i got a job in imo state in 2015 he lost his job!!!! And had d guts to come to my office to look for me i asked my receptionist to keep him there and i took d back door nd left!!him there now he's coming bk to ask for forgiveness i tell am say am sorry dude plz i cnt marry a man who is jobless because he will be a liabilty to me abeg my sisters!!! I do bad???????

"One chance....kidnappers....

My sisters.....when you read other write ups here you have no idea how challenging it is to put the words together.... Shay now na my turn....e hard ooo walahi. When we hear "One chance....kidnappers.... wara-wara-wara" people like me will always hian how e take happen. My own be like action movie o starring Haliiberry (moi). I was heading home with a friend on a Friday night (7.30) when we chartered a taxi in front of Transcorp Hilton....abeg who go ever believe say agent of darkness go park around such well known place looking for scapegoat chei....na so we enter the cab o. I sat in front and my friend sat at the back. While we got to area 11 he suddenly made a U-turn and faced central area....Oga where u dey go? He said e get one short cut Wey he wan follow. Sweethearts @dat tym we knew something was fishy because this man had gone totally off our route. Na so I begin plead the blood of Jesu. This driver put up all the glass....increased the music...speeding recklessly and was violating all the traffic red light. He threatened he was going to kill us and brought out a gun and attacked me in front. He kept on hitting my head on d headrest, blowing my eye with his fist. I had my seatbelt on which made it difficult for me to fight back 100%. I was lost I didn't even know where or what my friend was doing....I swear e come be like say na only me dey motto. My darling friend had opened the back door and jumped out while I was still struggling. Then I realized we were under a lonely bridge someone in central area. When I took off my seatbelt I opened the door to jump out then he made my exit easier by pushing me out. Sisters as soon as I land for ground na so I hear ****Boooom**** this man used his tyres to run over my knee. Yes my knee. For those of you who drive you know how a car gallops when you climb a stone. That was d feeling o. And my friend was in the bush screaming Halima runnnnn.....and there I was on the floor screaming I cannot move my legs are broken. And I suddenly found myself dragging myself from that spot because I didn't know if he brought us to where his other gang members where. To cut this action movie short my friend made a call to one of my man friend who to pick us up as no car we flagged down agreed to stop (I no blame them sha bcz dem fit think say na decoy) Guess what ladies after xray no fracture....even the nurse who attended to me didn't believe it except for the track of the tyre Wey dey my skin Wey make her believe because even me I had to ask myself if indeed it happened. God of Bishop Oyedepo scattered that man's plan because at the end he threw my purse back at me meaning he no even rob me. And all the struggle sef my fone dey my hand and he no collect am. I'm happy to be alive o because the recovery was a painful one and the trauma hasn't gone. Not bn able to walk or shower for weeks but I still thank God because not all live to tell the story. God has given me another chance to make things right with him

On Troublesome Neighbours.

On Troublesome Neighbours.
I was 8 months preggy when we moved to a new apartment.
Little did I know that my neighbour is TROUBLE PERSONIFIED.
(Like all these London Iya insurance who sit on the window and watch ALLLLL happenings in the neighbourhood)
Night 1 - Around 11pm , BEING A LIGHT SLEEPER, right behind my bedroom window, I started hearing Hammer and nail RAGGAE. 
First feeling was fear .... My enemies followed me to this new house , AfricaMagic Wickedness came strongly to mind.
My heart beat a thousand times in a millisecond. It went on for almost 45 minutes. I was so tormented, disturbed and couldn't sleep much that night. 
I prayed all sorts of prayers especially FORGIVENESS OF SINS and plenty promises not to look for trouble again. 
Honestly I was so terrified.
Night 2 - Same time Same Action. 
But the fear was reduced and curiosity had set in. Fear will not make me pull the curtain and peep from my window ..... make the evil spirit no enter my stomach ... Issshhhhhhhhhhh.
Night 3 - Same time Same action. 
Meaning 3 nights of NO SLEEP for an heavily pregnant woman.
Night 4 - Anger and irritation had completely taken over. I said if this demon will make me run mad, I must know Wetin e be sef.
Be it Kukute or Shigidi or Egbere or Ofiliganga ..... anyone sef - I am ready for battle. 
So I went to my Window and peeped and SAW THE THING !!!!
Night 5 ..... Same time. I woke up and started Strategizing on how to face THE THING.
Day 6 - I caught a Revelation.
Night 6 - 10.45pm , I got my WHITE WRAPPER and tied it on my bare body.
I got my Red Scarf and tied it on my head. 
Got my White Powder Mixture and dotted my face and arms and legs.
Got my small mortal and pestle that Ibos use to pound stuffs for cooking. 
Hubby was begging me coz of my being heavily preggy but I wouldn't listen.
11pm ... Hammer and Nail started Romancing again.
I carried my small wooden pot and made for the door. 
I tiptoed from my kitchen door straight to the location of the sound and Screamed
"EYIN AIYE OOOOO - ERAN YIN REEEEE OOOOOOO"
(Meaning Deities - this is your meat ooooooo)
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Hammer went East ...
Nail went West ...
The wood She was knacking went South ...
The Knackee herself went North...
I heard several fallings and standing ups noises.
Thus I bought PEACE for myself. 
No arguments!
No fights!
No screaming!
No Insults!
No quarrels!
Thus far, there have been PEACE UNLIMITED!!!!!
Hey Finnites
Anyone had or still have a stubborn neighbour that you've silently dealt with and fix the 'Situation'?
Share and let's have a good laugh and teach other sisters how to acquire Peace without War.
Yours Sincerely 
Innocent me.