Nollywood actor tells own story
•I loved Ezinne, my first wife, but she
was deceitful, greedy
• If I hadn’t left Lillian, my second
wife, I would have committed suicide
• Uloma gives me true love, inner joy
By DAMIETE BRAIDE
On Saturday, April 13, Nigerians were
shocked when the supposed wedding
of Nollywood actor, Mr. Solomon
Akiyesi, to Ms Uloma Agwu, turned
into a major scandal in Lagos.
The ‘wedding’, which was taking place
at the Overcomer’s World Outreach in
Aguda, Surulere, was truncated when
Solomon’s authentic wife, Lillian,
stormed the church with some family
members, creating a scene and
accusing the groom-to-be of
abandoning her at home in Port
Harcourt while he was busy, plotting
an illegal wedding in Lagos.
It took the intervention of policemen
to restore sanity. The wedding was
eventually cancelled by the General
Overseer of the Overcomers Church
World Outreach, Bishop N.E. Moses.
Since then, many Nigerians have taken
to the social media, raining
unprintable invectives on the
Nollywood actor, who was said to have
been married twice before his latest
failed attempt. In a chat with Daily
Sun, Solomon tells his own story,
explaining why he decided to take the
actions that he took, concerning his
marital life. Excerpts: Over the last
one week, hell has been let loose on
me.
I’ve not only suffered verbal attacks,
but also vituperations and near
fisticuffs, all because of another futile
attempt of mine at my journey
towards achieving that which I
honestly and passionately desire – a
peaceful home and family. Social
network sites and blogs have been
awash with how I left Lilian, my
“pregnant” wife, to marry Uloma, my
Lagos “mistress” whom they also
claimed was pregnant for me. Nothing
can be farther from the truth.
Only a mad or cursed man would
simply leave his pregnant wife and
elope with another one. And lest I
forget, I urge you, as you read this, to
have an open mind to listen to that
which is true instead of taking sides
and jumping into wicked conclusions
with its attendant wicked insults and
uncouth commentaries about how
Solomon is running his life and how he
is not. I’m not asking for pity or trying
to buy anybody’s love at this time.
This is my life. If at my age I don’t
know what I want, then I may just
remain the dumb Bottom that I’ve
been called over and over again. I
don’t think I need anyone to give me
any lecturing on how I should exercise
my privileges.
For the record, I never planned on
marrying more than one wife. And
unlike the serial husband I’ve been
labelled, I had dreamt and planned a
lovely home and family.
And my quest for this dates back to
2003 after I had moved into Port
Harcourt. I soon settled down with
Ezinne, my university days girlfriend,
whom I ran into in Port Harcourt
during her National Youth Service. As
fate had it, we couldn’t help reliving
old times and one thing led to
another. One fateful, rainy Thursday
evening in October, 2002, Ezinne came
to inform me that she was pregnant.
It was as far as I was concerned, a
devastating blow to the new life I was
living; rap music, cars, money and
women. So, I told her the pregnancy
was unacceptable to me. Besides, I
only just started working and needed
stability. But months later, Ezinne
was to inform me that she was
carrying a baby girl.
And knowing my attachment to baby
girls and not wanting to ever have a
baby outside wedlock, I repented and
changed my thuggish ways and asked
her to marry me, more so that I was
mature enough in every ramification.
Or so I thought.
And so, sometime in April, 2003, I
hired a hall and invited a pastor to
come officiate at my marriage with
Ezinne and bless our rings. All done,
we went home and started as husband
and wife. God, the creator, knew how
glad I was and looked forward to a
happy home. However, five days after
that marriage, I called my new wife on
my way from work to ask what was up
for dinner and she told me she had
been in the hospital.
I rushed to the hospital and was told
by Ezinne that she lost the baby. I got
her discharged and took her home.
But I was completely broken at the
loss of a baby I had expected so much.
Four days later, I asked my wife if she
actually saw the dead baby. She
responded by saying the doctor
brought it but she gave instruction for
it to be buried because she could not
behold the sight. Instinctively, I called
the doctor – both to thank him and to
confirm because he wasn’t around
when I went to pick her home. After
thanking the doctor, I asked of the sex
of my dead baby.
The doctor didn’t talk for like six
seconds. I asked him the same
question again and he said he’s been
restless in his spirit and that he could
no longer keep the fact that there was
no baby inside Ezinne and that
nothing like miscarriage happened in
his hospital. I challenged him again
and asked if he was not the same
person, who confirmed her pregnant
and that Ezinne had been attending
antenatal in his hospital.
He responded that he had not set his
eyes on Ezinne since October of the
previous year. Meanwhile, Ezinne had
always taken money from me for
antenatal and had even shopped for
the baby! It then became clear to me
that this was a fluke all together.
Sadly enough, Ezinne denied any
wrongdoing. For three years, I exposed
opportunities for Ezinne to simply tell
me the truth but she never took
advantage of any of the opportunities.
Alas! She was not pregnant. I decided
to investigate myself and took her for
HSG where it was discovered that
there were no fallopian tubes in her
and that there was evidence of
previous surgery of the uterus. I
independently probed further and
found out with evidence that Ezinne
had a life-threatening abortion in 1992
that resulted in the rupture and
subsequent removal of her womb and
tubes.
My biggest pain was not what I found
out but the fact that Ezinne hid all
this from me all these years and was
still being economical with the truth
even when confronted with hard
evidence! In frustration, I moved out
of the house but not before taking her
to her mum in search of the truth.
Even the mum corroborated what
Ezinne gave as excuse for the scar that
runs from her navel down to her pubic
region, i.e. she was operated upon due
to menstrual irregularities. I then
decided to stay out for good. While I
was out, my relationship with Lillian
whom I had known years earlier grew.
I was always going to see her in
Enugu. I then got me another
apartment and Lillian came around
quite often too. Gradually Lillian grew
from that little girl I was merely
helping in her schooling, into a
mature, witty and intelligent young
woman. So, having taken my people to
Ezinne’s place for the dissolution of
the marriage – since we did only
traditional marriage – I proposed to
Lillian.
And, in 2007, we proceeded to the
registry for marriage. And that was
the day her father started troubling
me. He insisted Lillian was not
supposed to go home with me. For two
years, he cut communication with me.
Shortly after the marriage, my
businesses ran into a crises and my
entire life nose-dived.
There was tremendous loss in my
finances. In my travail, Lillian’s father
went to the police and told them to
deal seriously with me because I was
an “irresponsible son-in-law”. When
the challenges kept mounting and
seeing my life was at risk after I was
badly shot, I left town to sojourn
elsewhere. In 2010, I gradually re-
emerged and we started finding our
footing again.
Even though I tried to settle down
again, I found that the centre could no
longer hold, as Lillian had
metamorphosed into a nag and had
acquired a fire tongue with which she
talked me down and reigned curses on
me at any little provocation. There
was no week we didn’t have a major
fight, whether I was home or not.
At some point, she became religious.
And having found her way into
Winners Chapel, she suggested to me
one day that it was necessary we took
our marriage to God since we hadn’t a
proper wedding. She said her church
pastors were willing to help in
blessing our marriage so there could
be a turnaround. To this, I obliged.
She said she would love for us to wear
wedding costumes for the purpose of
photographs. To this I also consented.
And so, to Winners Chapel we went
and were blessed and certificated.
But it was as if that blessing was what
someone was waiting for before they
would blow the whistle that would
usher me into the hall of pain. Lillian
became insatiable.
You would see tiny ingredients of
marriage only when I could ensure her
comfort. Once Lillian’s comfort was
compromised, she would lampoon me
and tell me my life history in graphic
details and lecture me on what Mr. A
and B have done for their wives that
I’m not able to do.
It’s even worse when I try to remind
her of the recent past that I laboured
tenaciously to keep her happy. Once
she told me that there was nothing I
had done in the past that anybody
couldn’t have done. Imagine
sacrificing all you’ve got, including
almost your life, for someone who
would tell you it’s no big deal and that
any other person could have done
what you did. And then, suddenly, she
wanted me to quit my acting career or
she would divorce me. My phones
were always her best companions at
night. If she was not reading my
texts, she was in my facebook or BBM.
I had no peace. My best moment was
whenever I had to leave home for
work. And after work I never wanted
to go back home. On a trip back home
sometime ago, I was praying that my
aircraft should crash and I die instead
of going home. Even when I was
driving home, I was under strong
temptation to ram into oncoming
vehicles instead of going home.
It was either that a long list of
demand would be waiting for me or an
equally longer list of questions about
whom I had been online with and
whom I had been calling and not
calling.
Then on the side was a supposed
father-in-law, who claimed he
regretted the marriage because he
wasn’t getting anything from it and
that I only came to destroy the love
that existed in their family before the
marriage. So, my joy knew no bounds
when Lillian told me last year that she
was pregnant. For me, it was a good
thing. Maybe the baby would take her
attention away from me at last. Then
the heat started again. I must provide
N2 million for her to deliver her baby,
even though she knows my income
and its source. When her pressure got
to a head and to avoid the same road I
travelled with Ezinne, I took Lillian to
a gynaecologist. A scan was run on her
and the result was declared before the
two of us that she was not pregnant.
This was after she told me that she
had done an independent scan and
that she was carrying triplets! Even
with the medical confirmation, Lillian
never stopped her push for N2 million
and money for baby shopping. I ended
up suffering a partial stroke in
January. Yet she would wake me up at
2am to ask me of my plans to raise N2
million for her, even while I was
bedridden with stroke.
I knew then that I was going to die in
that marriage and had to do
something about it. Ladies and
gentlemen, this is about my life. If
what greeted the Internet and press
was that I died, trying to please
Lillian and my marriage, people would
still insult me and ask why I didn’t
take a walk. And taking a walk I tried
to do but I did not do it right.
I tried to skip due process to avoid
hurting anyone. More so, I did not
have the political and emotional will
to ask for divorce. Pray, people,
divorce is not like going to a grocery
store where you go to pay your money
and come back with a bag full. What
would have been my ground for
divorce? I should also confess that I
could not find an answer to what
would happen to Lillian if I asked her
to go because I was more than a
husband to her.
So, I foot-dragged to the point of
taking the easy way out. And the easy
way is not usually the best way as I
found out on Saturday, April 13.
Uloma did not just jump into the
picture to “snatch” Solomon from
Lillian. Uloma has been my friend
since 2006. We met again in 2009 at
the peak of my business crisis and
have been seeing each other
afterwards. Candidly, I was swept
away by the love, understanding and
the peaceful disposition Uloma
proffered even as a friend, far from
the opposites I was getting back
home. The way Uloma treated me was
the exact desires any man longed for
in a wife. So, I was always running to
her whenever Lillian lit her fires.
So, I asked myself why I couldn’t
marry her. Far from the evil rumour
that I wanted to marry Uloma because
of her money, I wanted to marry
Uloma to fill a vacuum in her life and
make her happy and fulfilled because
this woman with a heart of gold who
has impacted many lives deserved to
be happy.
If that was what I could ever do to
plant some comfort in her life. If there
was going to be any immediate gain
for me, it would have been peace of
mind and its attendant long life, not
her money or any physical or material
gains. I’m not a lazy man.
Apart from being an actor, I have been
in business for almost fifteen years.
Years back, when I poured millions of
naira on exotic cars and a posh house
in Port Harcourt, Uloma was a seventy
thousand naira recovery staff in
Sterling Bank. Today, even if Uloma
gave me all her salary from where she
presently works, it won’t be enough to
put Internet credit in my tablets and
phones. Someone even posted that I
said I would have ‘hammered’ if I had
married Uloma.
What could I possibly gain? Uloma
wasn’t frustrated to the point of
desperation to pay a man to marry
her. There was no award for anyone
who married her. She does not own an
estate or anything willed to her by
anyone that I was running after.
Uloma is not the daughter of any rich
man or top politician. She’s as much a
hustler as I am.
Ok, yes, sincerely, maybe I actually
would have ‘hammered’ long life,
happiness, inner joy, a sense of being
loved and long life. I also would have
‘hammered’ having her sisters as my
sisters because they love me like their
own brother – a far cry from what my
own people give me.
If I had married Uloma, I know I would
have had a good burial whenever I
died because I’ve always been scared
that at my level of loneliness,
whenever I die, my corpse would
probably have decomposed before my
people would find me. I beg to be
loved and appreciated. Nobody to call
my own.
No one ever cared about me. I have
always been alone and hardworking
too. From way back, my joys, my
sorrows I have always swallowed
alone. But Uloma was the only person
who truly listened to my heart and
understood where I was coming from.
So to say any of my failed marriages
was for money is simply silly and
unreasonable. The first car Ezinne ever
drove and financing for her first
attempt at business all came from
me.
Lillian was not born with a silver
spoon. Her father is only a retired
naval officer and the last time I
checked he had no wealth ascribed to
his name. On her 18th birthday, I
bought Lillian an exotic Corolla car. At
300 level in school, I gave her a
Mercedes Benz.
Then she graduated with an LS400
Lexus. This is apart from a lush
apartment and school bills that God
used me to help her take care of. So,
who amongst these would I have
married for money? Uloma stood out
because she’s shared my pain even
when it was because of me and that
explains why it was a difficult task
telling her Lillian was still in my
tracks.
I couldn’t have deliberately gone out
of my way to hurt Uloma, because
that will be simply committing
suicide. Hurting Uloma is like waging
war against a nation. Is it her legion of
admirers I will have to contend with or
her nation of die-hard lovers who will
be tumbling over each other to get a
pound of flesh?
I wouldn’t give hurt for the love and
hope Uloma and her family gave me.
Unfortunately the same scandals I
thought I was preventing by not doing
what everyone is saying I would have
done is now the same thing staring
me in the face, and everyone is worse
hurt.
And above all, my own life is now
seriously at risk because I feared
hurting anyone. I ask all concerned to
please sheathe their swords of anger
and find it in their hearts to forgive
me. I will make restitution as much as
the mercy of God permits me. It’s
never too late to begin again as far as
God keeps us all alive.
I’m a man on a mission for a peaceful
marriage, a good home and family life.
I guess my desperation took good
reasoning off me. Again, I am humbly
and truly sorry. I thank my friends
who have stood by me through this
trial. Your comforting words are like
lights on my dark path.
And for the judgmental few, I urge
you; work with the truth while the
Almighty fixes that which went wrong
in my life.
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It's sometimes not good to quickly judge the man on the first place when the incident occurred. To me this man was unfortunate in meeting women. If he follows Christian way he wouldn't end up with bad women. Thank God he admit he made mistake in solving the crisis. If it were you what will you do?

Oga this story of ur life is too long o, you are a true nollywoodlian. I'm xpecting a film on this titled"women of my life"

But truth be told the guy sopos show that Lilian pepper before remarrying. The guy sef na one fat maga, why would I buy a car for an 18yr old gurl, the gurl even tried by asking for 2m when she should request for an aeroplane. Same guy buy moto wei no get engine/womb.

Pastor bless ur marriage or not abeg go marry Uloma beybe. But I no wan hear story later o.

Lol works of men

Eyyyya these explaination looks like a nollywood script

If this story is true then this man has really suffered in the hands of women. You need prayersssss

lol

kingingkinging: If this story is true then this man has really suffered in the hands of women. You need prayersssss

My guy women have punished him so much that you can't imagine. As I said prayer is the key

This should be on front Page for people to learn.

Thanks for voicing out oooooooooo, see more here http://www.kemifilani.com/2013/04/disgraced-wedding-ezinne-was-greedy.html

Ehyaaa,sori o Mr Solo :oEhyaaa,sori o Mr Solo

Me i dont understand how you do things over there in port harcourt.

Buying car for an 18 year old and topping it up with mercedez benz in her 300 level?

When others ( like myself) drank garri tire during my own college days?

Whats the requirement for getting all these goodies? Is it sex?

phecs: Eyyyya these explaination looks like a nollywood script

True that.

sam4xadams:
My guy women have punished him so much that you can't imagine.

Is it women punishing him or he's the one punishing himself, just asking.

Its possible, assuming this isnt a nollywood script, he might not be telling the whole story and there are yet other women in the picture, maybe the one/s he moved with before embarking on his marriages.

tpia@:
Me i dont understand how you do things over there in port harcourt.

Buying car for an 18 year old and topping it up with mercedez benz in her 300 level?

When others ( like myself) drank garri tire during my own college days?

Whats the requirement for getting all these goodies? Is it sex?

In his bid to be a caring boyfriend, he has spoilt the girl. Now the girl's mouth don wide, him come dey complain.

If that story is true, that guy get bad luck sha plus him be proper mumu... where him dey jam girls like that even

Having experinced failed marriages twice,
he wouldn't have made the second loud.
It should have been a low key thing.
Can't understand the desperation in ladies on getting married at
all cost. Any marriage instituted with lies and
pretence will surely crumble.

Hmmm, Accept my sympathy sir. + based on d fact dat ur marriage with lilian and ezinne was without an issue(child) dont u tink dat on d long run u need a check up too?

I can't believe I actually read the whole of this piece. . I got irritated at the part he tried justifying marrying uloma without divorcing lilian..even if lilian is as devilish as u painted her, she is(was) your wife and common sense should have told u to have made plans for divorce or done a low key wedding with uloma instead of that karimi one.

His first marriage should have thought him a lesson and he should have handled the second one better. Why would a grown up man allow himself to be fooled and played around by women. I'm still wondering Why he said he couldn't come up with a good reason to divorce lilian..emotional abuse, verbal abuse incompatibility.......??- he's probably lying, I think.

On a different note, if I had not seen the picture of uloma, with the description up here by this dude, I'd have pictured her to be a young lady with a banging stature and cute face. hohoh.

tpia@:


Is it women punishing him or he's the one punishing himself, just asking.

Its possible, assuming this isnt a nollywood script, he might not be telling the whole story and there are yet other women in the picture, maybe the one/s he moved with before embarking on his marriages.

I think he womanize alot and he spoilt his girls

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sam4xadams:
I think he womanize alot and he spoilt his girls

He does come across as a womanizer.

I wouldnt be surprised if he offended other women prior to these sagas.

Lmao at exotic Corolla. Is he referring to a Toyota Corolla? It was a "generous" gesture but a Corolla is not exotic.

He tried to impress her with things. That was his first mistake. He should have been more concerned with the virtue and values of the woman he chose to pursue.

Hope he's truly learned something from this.

Golden Lady: Lmao at exotic Corolla. Is he referring to a Toyota Corolla? It was a "generous" gesture but a Corolla is not exotic.

He tried to impress her with things. That was his first mistake. He should have been more concerned with the virtue and values of the woman he chose to pursue.

Hope he's truly learned something from this.

I think you are right

well, since he's a "nollywood actor" they should just release the movie, or isnt the whole thing a script.

God forgive me (amin)

OGA, If ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅ can make a movie with this Ɣ☺ΰr story with women, i bet ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅, ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅ Wȋ̊ℓℓ use it τ̲̅ȍ recover all Ƭђε money ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅ lavished ǻn̶̲̥̅̊ԃ wasted on those women.

Oge Babe: OGA, If ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅ can make a movie with this Ɣ☺ΰr story with women, i bet ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅, ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅ Wȋ̊ℓℓ use it τ̲̅ȍ recover all Ƭђε money ♈̲̣̣̥ō̶̲̥̅ϋ̶̲̣̣̥̲̥̅ lavished ǻn̶̲̥̅̊ԃ wasted on those women.

Lol

naffysa: God forgive me (amin)

Madam, what exactly are you asking God to forgive you for, seeing you posted nothing on the thread before now.



you did not ask forgiveness for your post here:

https://www.nairaland.com/1205819/most-wanted-nigerian-fraudster-arrested/1#14469460

naffysa: Olohun mu e. Omo yahoo yahoo

or here:

https://www.nairaland.com/923590/contest-2015-presidency-atiku#10687231

naffysa: Ki lo ma se Ogbeni yi gan na

care to explain why or what you're feeling as per pangs of conscience concerning the thread?