I MARRIED A VERY RICH MAN WHO STOLE MY WOMB

I MARRIED A VERY RICH MAN WHO STOLE MY WOMB

My name I will not say. I just want to let the heavy story out.

I married a very rich man I only knew for one week. I was pregnant when I met him. He rushed me into marriage and I thought maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to protect me and the baby. I was so wrong.

From the very first night, he showed me strange things. Every midnight he would put on a red and white doek, then he would come to my bed and sleep with me. At first, I thought it was his tradition, so I kept quiet. But my body started to feel weak, my spirit heavy.

One night, after he slept with me, I began to bleed so badly. The pain was beyond words. I cried and begged him to help me. Instead, he took his doek and wiped the blood from my body. He was calm, too calm, as if nothing was wrong. Then he carried that doek to his roundavel, the room he told me I must never enter.

The next morning, I forced him to take me to the hospital. That was the day my heart died. The doctors told me I was not pregnant, that my womb was empty. But I had records that showed I was pregnant. I argued, I cried, but they looked at me like I was mad.

When I looked at my husband, he just sat quietly. He did not even try to comfort me. After that, he began to treat me like I was nothing.

One day, when he was gone, I broke the rule. I went inside the roundavel. What I saw will never leave my mind. There were glass jars filled with foetuses. Not one, not two, not three, but about ten of them. Each jar had strange names written on it. The air in that room was so heavy I could hardly breathe.

Then I looked up. On the ceiling was a very big snake. The moment our eyes met, it began to cry like a baby. The sound cut through my soul. I ran out screaming, shaking all over.

That evening he called me. He cursed me, told me my life was finished, that I had no right to enter his room. I knew if I stayed, I would die. I ran away and never looked back. Later I got an uncontested divorce.

Today, I am a successful accountant, but my life is not whole. My womb is gone. I have been to many doctors, both in private hospitals and public hospitals. They all say the same thing: my womb is not there. I have also been to many churches, prayed, fasted, laid hands on — but nothing has changed. My womb has not been restored.

Sometimes I sit alone and wonder: did that man steal my womb for his rituals? Can I take him to court for it? Do I even have a case if I decide to get him arrested? Or will people laugh at me and call me crazy?

Recently, I saw pictures of him on social media. He is now married to another woman, who is also pregnant. I don’t know if I should warn her, or if I should mind my own business. But the pain of knowing what he did to me burns in my heart every single day.

That is my confession.