A Tale Of Deep Pain & Sorrow

I write you basically not for attention or clout, but because the time is right to tell my story.

The story I am about to relate to you can be considered important& may serve to help the future of countless, who live with reckless abandon and disrespect for that which is sacred.

I am African by race, Nigerian by birth, Edoite by heritage and Ishan by ancestry. Married with a child and pretty well travelled. I couldn’t have been more proud of my lineage. The nature of my job had me temporarily take up residence in port-harcourt, wifey at the time would tag along Shortly, she got a job which I gladly supported and encouraged.

PH city is a place where extreme caution is advised for newbies, as a result I’d usually drop her off at work most days/pick where schedules allowed, but if otherwise, I always allowed her unrestricted use of the ride as I could take care of myself. It all went smoothly until as a man experienced and exposed enough, I began to notice changes in my wife at the time. She was an ok woman, social and outgoing, I was more on the reserved side. I never tried to suppress her or impose my wishes on her, as long as she was happy I was cool. Of course like any other regular couple, we’d have our skirmishes every once in a while which was due mostly to her initial embrace of “feminism ideals” which to me was just pure baseless misplaced ideology. We always still got around after realizing she will always be the weaker sex and my biceps will always be the size of her thighs. we were cool n all until sometime later I began to notice changes. Her office wear suddenly became tighter and more exotic, she stopped using the family car and would rather opt for a mysterious free ride, even declining to have me come pick her up after office hours, began to spend more time out the home and developed a very potent social media presence. The straw that broke the camel’s back..she changed the password to her phone, not like I ever intrude on her phone’s privacy(I find that very immature)

ENTER THE BASTARD – EMMANUEL SIMEON OF PABOD BREWERIES,(ABinbev) PORT HARCOURT

I confirmed something was amiss the day she had a conversation with some dude on the phone. Unknown to her, the voice on the other end was loud enough to hear from the mouthpiece. Their convo was about me!

I was disappointed, and as if their day of reckoning was due, I needed to run an online transaction a few days later on her phone since mine was experiencing network issues. Realizing her password was changed, I asked for her to unlock which she did. I was barely started when low and behold, a chat from the cursed individual popped up and in trying to make sense of it, I opened up on their chats and the discovery was bad. Funny enough, I wasn’t furious, I was disappointed. I didn’t question her about it, I didn’t punish her. I only let her know she had changed and it was getting worse by the day. She suddenly became more abusive, finding fault with everything I did, seeking every opportunity to initiate a fight and permanently abandoning the use of the car. I did everything to avoid physical abuse.

Then a day came, she had to go a trip outside of PH. Cool, she was prepping and I decided to make a quick purchase outside the estate and as I got back, she was gone. The security man wld later inform me a pick-up truck had come to pick her up. I called her on phone, asked where she was and told her to tell the fool who came to pick her to stop right at their present spot as I was on way to take her to the airport. Luckily enough for this boy called Emmanuel Simeon, he stopped and had the audacity to wait with her in his work pick-up truck(PABOD BREWERIES). I arrived, parked and strode over to the said truck. It was the first time I laid my eyes on him. He was young, far smaller in stature, completely weighed half the 120kg I used for my bench-press and obviously had his heart in his mouth as I approached noticing his trembling hands on the wheel…but I wasn’t ready for him yet. Went over to the passenger door, got my woman’s luggage, looked him in the eye and walked away with my wife. On the way to the airport, my obviously shamed wife tried some damage control but I stopped her in her tracks. I only told her I wasn’t angry with her, I was only disappointed because she used to be a good woman.

During the course of her trip, she discovered she had taken in, out of fear, trepidation and shame, she came back home and made a big confession to me. Men are designed to handle shit but no man is designed to handle what they’d done to me! The boy Emmanuel Simeon had been coming to my matrimonial home to sleep with wife, taking her to his for romps and was already initiating a murderous plan to elope with her as they had been gradually moving her things from the house.

For the first time in 25 years, I wept like a child and I understood why the term ‘SUICIDE’ existed in the dictionary. life itself meant nothing anymore. I stayed all night, struck by d deepest pain, tears & sorrow. I had to reach out to my family and best friends, they were devastated beyond belief None could believe it, They kept asking me to re-confirm my tale,believing she’d been jazzed. It was a cloud of events I cant begin to explain. She begged and begged and cried so much she lost weight immediately but the damage had been done. My folks let me know it was a disastrous taboo which carried a very heavy repercussion where we originated – no jokes. She’d later connect with the old man with pleas to untangle herself of the abomination she had committed which they sorted. She was warned to cut all ties with her adulterer Emmanuel Simeon and the accompanying result is what prompted me to write this story.

She’d done as instructed, cut all connections and passed the news to him. He then very disgustingly began to go over to her workplace to pester and harass her according to news reaching me. I reached out to her and asked about it and she did confirm it, saying he had been scolding and threatening her continuously for telling me and even trying to drag her over to his “special friend” whose specialty is abortions and termination of any duration of pregnancies since she had foolishly confessed to me, she had refused based on a warning and told him. He then decided to send me a message(sms) telling me how he expected me to “just” overlook this thing” since he works with a beer company PABOD breweries and got high on his product, eventually adding “lol” to his msg. I Couldn’t believe the joke. I WAS MAD! I was hurting deeply but this kid just turned my hurt to anger and frustration. I sent him a reply with a curse. I then asked him to keep off my lane or his family will receive a pain worse than what he put mine through. This boy actually had the audacity to go yet again to her office and threaten her to warn me – in his words “should anything happen to him,he had reported me to his connections in the police and army and they will deal with me on his behalf” since I was acting like a child. I WAS LIVID! I made up my mind that day to destroy this thing known as Emmanuel Simeon who works for Pabod breweries of Port-harcourt(ABinbev) with everything my living, breathing and damaged existence will supernaturally muster. I reached out to my folks and allies over this and that day, in the dead of dark..i set myself up in my birth suit, lay my now tarnished marriage certificate before me, looked up to the heavens with my tears and traded my soul for his damnation.

But I wasn’t done.

With renewed vigour, I saw myself lifting 140kgs on my bench-press, I began researching heavily, digging too deep for my own comfort, took up interest in my roots, origins and ancestry and I understood why we were heavily revered. In my quest for deep-rooted demonic vengeance, I came by a book and purchased – “501 most notorious crimes in history” – twas fucking gratifying and expensive, I shelled out the dough without blinking, read from cover to cover but even the crimes here were insufficient. Residing in PH, it was very easy to purchase the loyalty of the “ikwere boys”, negroes who had no chill and ever patriotic to Niger-delta customs & ideals. Mad about a fool defiling their culture/pride set out to destroy him, knowing where he worked and lived, they began to stalk him and were about to teach him a lesson when I abruptly stopped them. It wasn’t yet time, I didn’t want him dead. My desire was simple though morbid. I’d once read about a dude whose Benin chic threatened to cork him into a bottle if he messed with her, my take…he was lucky that was all she planned!

While researching him, I discovered some very depressing details.

He had gotten engaged to a certain “Nurse Chioma” a month before he began a sordid affair with my wife and impregnated all the while engaged, but the worst part about this disgusting slime was he had scheduled his marriage to this nurse in may of 2019 all while the woman I was married to was carrying his baby. His facebook bio had him in a relationship to (3) separate women yearly before his final engagement to the nurse which he gladly displayed.

I was asked to go over to his place of work Pabodbreweries to make an official report to his superiors and to know their policy on such matters since he even used company property to move her things from my house. I got to his company and was ushered in to see a senior official. I had to open up to him as protocol demanded. He was with an associate, elderly and upon hearing my story, they expressed very deep /sincere pity, telling me they knew this Emmanuel Simeon too well, informed me they were actually preparing for the boy’s wedding in May, barely two months away as he only had his engagement to a certain nurse Chioma only a few months prior. They then explained that a separate(student of uniport) had equally come forward to accuse him of impregnating her after she discovered he was getting married to another woman. I was disgusted! They then put me up with his department head, a man who called himself “nelson”. I narrated the purpose of my visit and before I could even finish, he very openly began to display very deep displeasure with what had happened with use of the company vehicle. Pleading with me to just stay calm and not create a scene as he could see I was very deep-off mentally. He went ahead to confirm the exact story the previous detail had told me earlier about this wasted slime of a human scum called Emmanuel Simeon, assuring me it wont be swept beneath the carpet, he arranged for a meeting outside the office &appreciated me for being cool cos he wld have raised hell were he in my shoes. I accepted. He called two days later for a meet with simeon’s supervisor, I went, met the lady, a light skinned short bitch named “jean”. She asked for details, I gave, the next thing she says is as long her boy didn’t force himself on my said wife, she didn’t see anything wrong. Claiming their industry was a competitive one, as even she will do anything to achieve their alloted target. Thus accordingly, she claimed she expected me to accept as the order of things and not raise a fuss concluding with what else would I rather have her do. I stood, gave my last words, left!

Some dude called me days later, told me he was the culprits colleague, expressed his sympathy &informed me the female supervisor had decided to thrash the case and there were rumours of an affair between the Emmanuel Simeon and the lady supervisor, they were that disgusting in that outfit. He then went ahead to provide me with info on the upcoming wedding as well as date and venues. I had to leave PH, the memories/nightmare of it all was just too much for me. Migrated to Lagos & started a new life.

Day of his wedding, I took a trip back to PH and headed to the venue and sat patiently, waiting for the right time to introduce myself. Then at the last minute, I saw the innocence of the woman he was to marry, a nurse who had done me no wrong. I imagined the shame that would befall her if I’d stepped out at the slated time. I looked the way of her family and felt terribly sorry for them. They did not deserve such ridicule. I stood up, made a u-turn and departed before the part. Ever more determined to design him a destruction too historic for the comprehension of man.

I have deliberately given this fool until his first anniversary to resuscitate the sleeping coffin. He destroyed my marriage, desecrated my home, tarnished my future and laughed in my fucking face. The only problem, he picked the wrong candidate.

I did this bastard – Emmanuel Simeon – no wrong. I never attacked his father, never insulted his mother, I never raped his sister nor then fiancée and I never stole from his brother. But then, he decided to destroy the sanctity of my home and then go ahead to marry, hoping to live happily ever after. My vengeance will be historic for generations. Killing him is a joke, death is for pussies. I stopped the ikwerre boys from laying a finger on his skull. My ancestry and lineage as a born and bred Ishan Edo man don’t mix with militancy, that mentality is lame. He was going to go down my way. THE BITCH WAS MINE!

I deliberately allowed a full one year from his wedding so he will taste the beauty & bliss of marriage,so he can experience what I hoped and planned for till he came, shattered it all and then challenged me to hurt him. I took that challenge gladly! I have destroyed my mortality and traded my soul to teach him a lesson generations yet unborn will listen to and embalm in folklores and legends.

I pity his nursing wife who wedded such scum and the last time I got his gist, he was already dating a new bitch less than a year after marriage. As for the other two idiots, his female supervisor- Jean and department head – nelson who taught they’d protect him and believed they had me fooled, I’ll take care of them after I am done with the fool called Emmanuel Simeon.

I live and die for only one purpose now.

By David Omarion

Robiu Musa

A season Journalist, philanthropist and founder, Concerned Nation Builders Initiative (CNI), an NGO.