A black African Nigerian woman has given an account of how she reconciled with her husband on his sick bed after 3 years
When all these wars, family war, marriage war, and relationship war is happening... Remember the person you may be at war with was once your bestie, your lover, your husband/wife
In some cases, maybe your mother, inlaws, fathers, and even siblings from the same parents, yet these wars were left to exist for years, taking the best part of the individual or family members involved
At some point, what you need is self-healing, you do not for any reason need to lose yourself, and you may not need to fight back if the war is happening with your family members.
You need to be at peace with yourself first, by all means, necessary to find yourself, the best part of you, and improve in being a better version of yourself, be happier, and live healthy lifestyles
Yes everyone may know the beginning of a war, the decorating of war, and the sad effects of war but no one knows how the war is going to end, just the same way my beloved husband an i war ended on a sick bed, very sad to say he died few hours later the same day, so heartbreaking
The world according to astronauts has existed for billions of years. It's a temporary life for all living things, Let's learn the best ways to appreciate existence, love it, and lay a positive legacy, a better impact on Earth. Family wars of any type have zero benefits if only we can let love lead
A lady narrates How She Reconciled With Her Husband On His Sick Bed After 3 YearsNigerian woman Reconciled With Her Husband On His Sick Bed, after 3 good years of separation, marital wars, and sad to say, the husband dead the same day, see photo footage below
In the end, it was just the man's lifeless body, the wife and children, all reconciled as family, as the man is laying on rest. The said lady, taking to her Twitter page, as Temmy Omoileri wrote; starting from quotes below
"I was summoned suddenly to the hospital after almost three years of separation from my husband.
He was on the sick bed, and seeing each other again reminded me of the many dreams I've had about him and how I was the one telling him I didn't have anything against him again.
I did the same, he was calm, and he responded positively to everything I said to him, I apologized for the wrongs I did, which was to call the cops, I told him the devil did us great evil and we can start all over again.
I asked if I should go home and make food for him, and he said yes, oh, what a joy! I miss cooking for him, I told him, Our kids are fine and standing by him on the bedside was my 13-year-old, and I said, I never fought you back for any reasons, I've been waiting and hoping that all this war will end one day.
The husband said he was okay that I came, There's a me that's feeling hopeful that he's going to be well and we all will return home and all shall be well again.
Only for me to be called again late at night that he died. I was confused, I ran to the hospital confused, my sight became blurry, and I couldn't imagine seeing him dead. I was hoping we would talk about everything and how much I had learned and suffered alone with the kids.
I was hoping I would get the opportunity to tell him, he hurt me so much and made me suffer like a criminal that I wasn't. My head went blank, and a lot of thoughts all over me, that I had my bladder loose.
I couldn't comprehend anything. I was numb. Then I was summoned to pick up his body. Where do I go from here, Koyemi? Then I was handed over all his house keys, car keys, credit cards, and everything he owned was handed over to me!!!
Still in shock, I visited his home to move his stuff back home, and my heart kept breaking as many things were being revealed at that time, so many memories
Then I discovered he had different types of concoctions sent to him from Africa Nigeria by the family that he's been taking, which led to his kidney damage.
I realized I was the one who often scrutinized his intakes. for the past 12 years of our marriage and God willing he never visited the hospital or had any course to be admitted.
I began to hear many things. I had questions I couldn't ask and came to talk about getting answers. It feels like the enemy planned it all out. During his burial, I saw his eyelids move, Oh, I was going to say, "Prince, you get up, let's go home." if possible, cos I have heard a story on where the dead rise again
Then I realized that despite all that happened, at the end of it all, he was my responsibility to care for after he died.
I said to myself, where are all the people who encouraged him to wage war against his only family, me the Wife, and kids? They are nowhere to be found. At the very moment, we are here by ourselves now! Me, him, and his kids (Ours Children).
This is family! Never allow anyone in your marriage. When it's all done and clear, it's gonna be you and him and your kids all alone, there's no one else again who's as important as your wife/husband. Only my signature was accepted, I was told you're his next of kin, (I was his next of kin), and he didn't change anything despite his rage.
At that moment, my heart kept aching. Nobody else matters at this moment, but his family. Please don't let love and forgiveness diminish from your home, no matter how bad the situation looks. We only know the beginning of the war, but we never know the end of it. Most times is better if we never allow the war to begin, learn to live in peace and put God and family first in everything
I thank God I was able to speak to him, I told him, I never fought you, despite all that you did to me, I have forgiven you long ago. He was quiet, I told him, "I do call you, but you don't answer my call. But, it's fine, let's forget all that happens and move on. But he chose to go REST from it all. Adieu Adewale my beloved husband''