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Story for the gods......

This is still like a dream to me, as I can’t just imagine how my only daughter could stoop this low.

I’m a businesswoman, married to a well-known politician in the State and we are blessed with a pretty young lady who is our only child.
Though we wish to have more children, fate did not allow us.

Folake is a very pretty lady, smart and hardworking. She left Nigeria to study abroad at 15 after she completed her education she was able to secure a job over there. She is now a medical doctor, working with one of the well-known hospitals in the UK.

Back to Nigeria, my husband and I are living fine and we have honest people working with us not only in our different offices even at home. We have two drivers driving us, one an Igbo young man of 30 Charles and a Yoruba young guy of 32 years Gboyega. Both are good, humble and honest drivers.

But Gboyega’s character is exceptional among other workers, he is not just humble but also lively to be with, that is why I and my husband always want him to drive us.

Three months ago our daughter came back to the country to continue her career and also to settle down.

I noticed she is always with Gboyega, at first I didn’t suspect anything as I know Gboyega is a lovely person to be with and he is easy to make friends with. But the closeness between Gboyega and my only daughter has gone beyond my imagination, now Folake always wants him to be around her.
I once asked Folake what is between her and Gboyega but her answer was “we are just friends”.

Just last month I was in the sitting room with Folake discussing as she was showing some pictures she took with her friends in the UK then she went to the Kitchen to check what she was cooking. Just as she left for the kitchen leaving her phone with me, her phone beep it was a message from “My heartbeat”.

Firstly I smiled since she is not a small girl and I’ve been looking forward to seeing a guy with her.

I opened the message and it reads “Hi love, trust you are fine. Please, I don’t think our outing this evening will be possible as mummy said she will be going out this evening and I’m the one taking her out. Bye love.”

At first, I didn’t understand what was going on but I quickly checked the sender number and started typing it on my phone and I was shocked with what I saw at the end. Immediately I finished typing it displayed “Driver2- Gboyega” meanwhile on my daughter’s phone It’s “My heartbeat”. Then I remembered I had told him he will take me out later that day. I didn’t react that day, as I kept it to myself.

Two days later I called my daughter and asked her what is between her and the driver, at first she wanted to deny and I told her everything I saw on her phone. She immediately knelt down and confessed that Gboyega is the person she wants to marry.

Though Gboyega is full of good characters but he is just an OND holder in Business Administration. He is from a poor family, which is another challenge.

What a great shame this is going to be, our only daughter to marry the son of nobody?
How do I tell my friends whose I’ve celebrated with in time past and are eagerly waiting for my turn?

Or how do I tell my husband who is a complete disciplinarian, what will be his reaction when he hears that his daughter and only child is about to marry a driver.

please, help me

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Bode was the closest to me among all the choir members. I could see in him a younger brother I never had.
My school was not so far to the church, so sometimes after service or singing practise he would say “aunty Sewa, I’m coming to your place to eat o”. I would tell him to come since I really didn’t know how to prepare one man meal, I was always having leftover.
He was only 20yrs old then, while I was 24. He was a 200 level student of College of education, Okene, and a native of Oyan where I was serving.

When I first got to the church, his school was on break, before we could really get to know each other, the break was over, so he went back to school.

About a month after he left, I saw him in church one Sunday morning. I asked him why he came home so soon, he told me he had not paid his school fees and that his parents were not able to give him the money. I got to know that his dad was an old farmer, and his mum, a petty trader at Oyan market.
Money was never my problem because besides the allowance I was receiving from NYSC, my dad was always sending money into my account without my sisters’ knowledge. He would say he didn’t want me to suffer since I was far from home. So, I asked him the amount he needed. He told me, and I told him to come and meet me in school the next day, so we could go to the bank together to withdraw the money.

I withdrew almost everything I had in my account, gave him his school fees, transport fare and a token as pocket money. He was very happy. His mum came later to show her appreciation on behalf of the family.

That was what really brought us closer. Whenever he was away in school, he would be sending text messages to me, thanking me for helping him. Sometimes, he would send me a message that he went to bed the previous night with an empty stomach, out of compassion, I would quickly send him any amount I could afford, to buy foodstuff, and again, he would appreciate me.
Soon, we were on Christmas break. I didn’t want to travel, but my dad insisted I should come to Lagos.

After the break, I was supposed to return to Oyan in January, daddy couldn’t give me enough money as he had spent a lot during the festive season, he expected me to still have some money in my bank account, he was taken aback when he asked me how much I had with me and I answered “Nothing sir”.
“You don’t mean it!.What are you using money for? Are you feeding more than your mouth? What did you do with the money I sent to your account last month?….Hun?.Tell me!”

Mummy and sister Temi heard him as he was talking to me in annoyance.
Sister Temi came with her husband and daughter to visit our parents. She was busy chatting with mum, when they heard daddy raising his voice.

The moment she heard that dad was sending money to me, she said
“Da-dd-y! So you’ve been sending money to Sewa every month!!..I was the first person to go on service in this house, I remember if I didn’t ask you for money, you wouldn’t give me, and I would have to give you the details of what I needed the money for, before you would give it.”
“And you (turning to me) what are you spending money on? Have you
bought a plot of land? Oh!..you want to build a house in Oyan? Is that not so?”


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Angel Gabriel abeg if you no see trumpet blow whistle. Village people just full everywhere

Daniel2289:
What am also thinking. Infact I don't believe.

May God not allow you to be in a mysterious situation. Strange things happen this days

Olabode09:
i think something is wrong, maybe your man has done things in your body to prevent you from having affair outside or he using it for something else. my advice please be prayerful cos your life is in danger,

It is called "Military Zone" b

Eleyi tun ga oooo....her husband must be an Afonja ;

I have been married to my husband for close to 15 years and our marriage is what anybody can call ‘made in heaven’ but my major concern now is what I usually have whenever my husband travels.

I noticed that whenever my husband travels, I have boils in my private part and this has been happening for quite a long time now. Big and painful boils. I remember the first time it happened, I called to tell him and he pitied me.

I have been watching it now for years and it usually happens whenever he travels because of his business. He just left the house again 2 days ago and this morning I noticed one has come out already. I don’t know what to make out of it, probably it is due to lack of sex but even when he is around we don’t have sex every time.

My question is, Is this due to lack of sex or what can be the cause? Please help a dying Sister and a mother of four.

https://dailyfamily.ng/help-boils-in-my-private-part/

izaray:
Geraway jor, you too spoil

Lol......

hmmm

This is a true life story of an NYSC member named Adesewa. Full of lessons to learn especially for singles (guys & ladies). Happy reading.

My name is Adesewa. I was raised by God-fearing parents who were blessed with six girls. My parents were deacon and deaconess in a Pentecostal church. I happened to be their third daughter, with three younger ones.

I had my HND at Yaba college of technology and was posted toKwara state for my youth service.
I had given my life to Christ since my secondary school days, and I used to sing a lot, sometimes I even compose my own song. I joined the church choir when I was just nine years old.

After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers’ quarters.
On getting to

On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I

joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams.

I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring
“Huuuuunnnnn!” with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice.

Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me “aunty” or “Sister Sewa”. One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn’t play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard.
I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama’s carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde.

My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn’t taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn’t at home.
Sometimes she would lament. ..”You that spoilt brat!. your father has spoilt u. See, I will make sure I deal with you before maggots start coming out of your body….”

My two elder sisters too, also made life miserable for me, especially, the first born, sister Temi. She would never tolerate any nonsense from me, she took after mummy, but her own was just too much.
By the time I was serving, sister Temi and sister Tiwa have married, but I have been tamed already.


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izaray:
Aww... You kno how to pull one's legs then Sorry if i was rude shah

Pull ur legs? (hope u knw wat dat means)....abeg I no get six-pack even one I no get to face ur man o.

On my mind now http:///2BD1eIs

izaray:
E pain am

Abeg park well jor, dn't put your marriage frustration on me biko

Lol...na play I dey play o. Someone can not ply with u

Abeg make una leave matter for mathaia.... Meanwhile, dis is what is on my mind.

izaray:
Abeg some body should summarize for me

Abeg Our Sister in Nairaland, can u tell us how u take passed ur school exams

jaykins:
My brother, to be sincere, you have to forget about marrying that lady because marriage is about families and not just couples. quoting Banky W-checkout here http:///2nlwffp

Omo see advise.....abeg help us advise PMB that Nigeria is not about him and his terrorist herdsmen, Nigeria is for human being not for cows ;

Abeg forget love first....fire the idiot ass

Na which kind wahala be this now

FOUR WEEKS TO OUR WEDDING, MY FAMILY DISCOVERED THAT MY FIANCEE’S FATHER WAS THE POLICEMAN THAT KILLED MY FATHER FOR NOT GIVING HIM BRIBE IN 1995.

Below is a touching story of love mixed with irreparable loss. However, they say love conquers all things but do you think love can conquer this situation. Kindly read the story below and give your advice.

Is this a dream? Will I ever wake up? Somebody should please tell me I will get over this; life can really be cruel; how will I explain this?

I grew up without knowing my father. According to what I was told, he died when I was about six years old. I was also told that he was a first class graduate of accounting and worked in one of the first generation banks.

Himself and my mother decided to relocate to the United States after they won a US visa lottery. They sold everything they had, resigned from their jobs and planned to travel on a Friday morning in April 1996.

My Father, as I was told, had to drop a bag with his cousin somewhere in Lagos island a day before the planned trip to the US.

On his way back from his cousin’s, some policemen accosted him at Jibowu in Lagos and demanded a bribe which he refused blatantly.

Unfortunately, in anger, one of the policemen forcefully dragged him out of his car and shot him point blank. He died on the spot; just a day before his journey to the US.

I was told that a mob tried to attack the policeman that killed my father but other policemen rescued him. Their patrol vehicle wasn’t spared as it was put in flames by the angry mob.

The policeman, Effiong, was arrested and charged in court. The murder case dragged for a long time until the accused died in custody. His death certificate was tendered and the case was closed.

Fast forward to 2013, I met a lovely lady on campus and we started a relationship. I loved her with all my heart. She was very beautiful, faithful and dutiful; I loved her crazily as she was my first and only love.

When she told me her father was a retired policeman, I laughed and joked about my dislike for policemen due to the fact that they killed my father. However, she assured that I would like her father when I met him. I later met her father and he welcomed me warmly.

We picked a date in February for our wedding while our wedding introduction was held two weekends ago.

During the introduction ceremony in the family compound of my fiancee in Lagos, her father who is now based in his village was unavailable. We were told he was very sick. I noticed that my uncle had an old picture of a policeman hanged on the wall which I noticed himself, my mother and our family lawyer discuss. I didn’t know what they were discussing actually.

Yesterday, they summoned me, my fiancee and her mum for an urgent meeting; an agenda that I was not privy to. I was shocked to see all my uncles, aunties and elderly people gathered in our house as early as 12 noon on Sunday. My fiancee and her mother came in around 2 pm and the meeting began.

In the meeting, they showed the old picture to my fiancée’s mother who confirmed that the man in the picture was her husband. They then mentioned his full names, Effiong (permit me not to put other names).

While I watched what was happening, our lawyer brought out old court papers, old pictures, newspaper cuttings and some other documents as my family members narrated a story. They revealed that my fiancee’s father was the one who killed my Father. They also disclosed how the court case was quashed after the court was told a lie that he was dead.

After narrating the story, they informed my fiancee and her mother that they were cancelling the wedding because they could not imagine their daughter-in-law to be a child of a murderer, the killer of my father.

They said unless he faced justice, he would be under a curse of blood and they would never allow their son to be a part of that.

The lawyer then promised to take the case up again in the right quarters to make sure the old man faced justice and got what he deserved.

It was a crying galore. My Mother cried herself out as she remembered everything that happened. My fiancée and her mum where also inconsolable. As for me? I don’t know what to do. I can’t just put myself together to cry, I have not slept since yesterday. I am confused and angry with everybody, I can’t just think right, I need help urgently!

I called my office today to request for some days off. I can’t trust myself on the road. This is the reason I am sending this mail to you guys at dailyfamily.ng, to please post my story anonymously. Maybe I will get the right counsel through your platform.

It’s my life. I need help so urgently. What should I do now? I have suddenly developed a hatred for my fiancée’s father not just for killing my father but for evading justice fraudulently. But I still love his daughter, Joyce, I can’t imagine my life without her. I don’t know, I don’t know.

A murderous hatred is mixing up with angelic love in my heart. Why did the devil give birth to my own angel? I feel like running away. My family has placed a curse on me if I try to marry Joyce. I know they mean well, but do they? I am confused, somebody please help me.

Joyce has been calling and begging me for a sin she knows nothing about since yesterday. We weep together, that is the only thing we can do for now. She told me her mother knew the whole story to be true but never knew it was my Father. Can you see nemesis?

What will you do if you were in my shoes? Please, I need your advice.

https://dailyfamily.ng/my-fiancees-father-killed-my-dad/

Speechless....

My wife killed my only son. What should I do?

Obedience they say is better than sacrifice; many would not have been destroyed only if they had heeded the warning of people around them.

You can also read this:

Here is the true life story of Mr Johnson who lost his only son and only child as a result of his wife’s disobedience.
My Name is Johnson Tife, I am now well over 62 years of age but with no child to inherit my wealth.

I have been married twice before meeting Nancy; a University undergraduate….before then, my last wife left the house after years of marriage without any child.

She left one afternoon after she claimed she was beaten by some people she could not see. That brought an end to my marriage with Ranti.

Back to my encounter with Nancy, a beautiful dark lady any man will desire. I started seeing Nancy about a year after Ranti left me and on a bright day, Nancy called me and she told me the best news of my life, she was pregnant!

I couldn’t contain the joy I felt at that moment and I really desired that joy will last forever.

I left where Nancy was schooling in Akwa Ibom and came back to Lagos and during a Sunday service at my church in Lagos, my pastor called me out and said: “Bro Johnson, a woman is pregnant with your child”.

I was stunned, surprised, I was wondering, how did my Pastor get to know this? He later explained that the Holy Spirit revealed it to him.

My pastor was not out to condemn me but he told me he had a warning for the lady in question. So, I called Nancy and she spoke with my Pastor and I heard as my Pastor gave the warning “Sister, please don’t come to Bro Johnson’s house yet but wait until you have delivered that baby before you do so.”

My Pastor further explained to me that it is very important for us to adhere strictly to God’s instruction.

Nancy got curious and she kept asking when she would visit my place to at least know where her supposed husband and to-be-father of her baby stays.

After much pressure, I brought Nancy to my bungalow apartment in Lagos and she stayed over for the weekend. Little did I know that this move will bring the biggest loss of my life. By the way, I own a company where I make products that are making waves in the Nigerian market.

Nancy returned back to school but was staying at home with her parents as their house was not too far from the school. After her visit, she kept calling to make sure I was staying in the house alone and I kept on assuring her of my commitment to the relationship.

On a fateful day, Nancy called me and told me she needed to see me urgently and if I didn’t show up, she will terminate the pregnancy.

I hurriedly embarked on the journey in my car to find out what could be wrong.

As I arrived her place, Nancy was all over me, crying and telling me how she had been lonely going through the period of pregnancy without me being there.

I reminded her of my commitment and also what my pastor warned us about but I did not know that she had her moves planned out well.

When it was time for me to leave, Nancy held on to me and her siblings brought out her pieces of luggage which were hastily placed in my car.

Oh! I was disappointed, chattered, a lot of things were going through my mind but there was no way I could avoid taking her along with me when her scripts were well played out by every member of her family.

We arrived Lagos and everything seems going on well until the pregnancy became six months` and five days. Nancy suddenly started complaining of pains in her tummy, this made me totally helpless as I had no idea what was wrong with her.

At the hospital, the doctor told me she was in labour and will have to deliver the baby prematurely.

The baby arrived prematurely that morning and I was filled with mixed feelings of the joy of holding my baby in my arms for the first time and also the feeling of uncertainty if the boy will survive.

On the day we brought Oluwadamilohun home after some weeks he spent in the incubator I was glad and excited. My son was now in my house, I could not express the joy.

Church members, Neighbors, family members visiting to see the newborn were also too excited as this was a thing that had never been experienced in my house before.

My joy over Damilohun was cut short when we discovered that at 6 months, he couldn’t sit nor crawl but we kept hoping there would be changes until we were told by Physiotherapist that he will remain like that because his bones did not form properly before he was given birth to prematurely.

My hope of having an heir was totally dashed as it dawned on me, that my son will never be able to sit nor crawl not to even imagine walking.

I remembered my Pastor’s warning but it was too late. I cried what can be done now?

My Pastor kept on encouraging me to trust God for my child’s healing. He will come around and pray for him but nothing was happening.

On that fateful day, just some days after Oluwadamilohun became two years old, he became tired of trying to survive with an unstable neck and lying down all day. That midnight, he gave up the ghost.

I remembered that after he was given birth to, we were advised to start trying to get pregnant again but my wife will only pay attention to taking care of the baby neglecting all my sexual advancements.

Now, all is lost, my son is dead, I have no heir, I am gathering all for no one. I look at this woman and feel disdain despite her tears of losing her son; I feel she killed him all because of her disobedience.

Only if she had listened, my son will have been given birth to at her place before coming home and he will still be alive and well now.

To make the matter worse, a few days ago I overheard her discussing with one of her friends on phone that she is tired of living with a hopeless old man (referring to me).

Now, she wants to leave me after destroying my only hope. Right now I feel like killing her then killing myself also or where should I start from at age 62 while she is just 33 years.

I don’t know what to do to this woman who created a wound that will never heal in me.

Please, I need your advice….

https://dailyfamily.ng/wife-killed-son/

Kennyprince:
I. I advice u do another test to be sure this is not a set up

2. If the test comes out same, I advice u separate.


3. I blame u both for skipping this issue till now.


4. I wish u ll encourage each other and be strong. Another healthy relationship ll come.

Be consoled

They already did that. read carefully "After leaving the Pastor’s office, we both went to another hospital the following day just to be sure of the results. To our utmost surprise, the results came out the same."


Nice comment from a good heart. I think it is time start paying attention serious issues in relationships. Life is more than eating Domino pizza, shawarma, suya or visiting cinema. My thought sha

dollytino4real:
if u can not faith it, pls face out of it.

Faith ke? Can u have such faith

Sudokudon:
The most sensible thing to do is to break up except they ain't planning of having kids. I wonder how they skipped the discussion on such a sensitive issue like genotype in the first place.

The most daring thing to do is to go ahead with the wedding and hoping that they won't have SS, which is just 25% chance. it may not happen, and they may have all the children as SS. Life is a risk, they may decide to risk it if they want.

The safest thing to do (to keep their love and not be selfish by bringing a sickler to the world) is to get married and adopt kids. That is to say their love is stronger than the joy of having children, which is seen in fairytale.

The choice is yours. For me, I will pick the first choice, but since I am not you and you are not me...then, pick your choice and live with its attendant consequence

Nice one....Gbam!

Oga o!


If you allow Love block your eyes, your case will just be like this one http:///2EbttRv

Love is said to be a wonderful thing that can ever happen to a person. Love makes the world go round, but how much do we truly know about this powerful emotion?
As beautiful as love is, it is capable of destroying so many things especially when it is difficult to let go of someone special to you.

Below is a true love story of a young lady of 31-year-old whose life is currently in an unbelievable stage as what seemed to be her happiness is gradually turning to sadness.
Her story is published here for you to learn from and to also advise her on what to do. Happy reading

Hi,
I met Mike when I was in my final year in school (in one of the prestigious universities in the country), He is now a banker at one of the new generation banks in the country and I am a secretary at an Agricultural firm.

We started the relationship as friends and it later graduated into a relationship which led to courtship.
We did our introduction last year (2017) November and are planning to wed next month (February) after four years of being together.
Everything has been fine not until early this month (January) when we were called by my parents’ pastor whose church we want to use for our wedding.

The pastor sat us (I and Mike) down in his office, we had so many discussions and also answered loads of questions from him. Among the questions he asked us was how ready we are to become one, we both looked at each other and gave him an assuring answer with smiles on our faces.

Just as we were rounding off the meeting, the man of God gave us a list of things to put in place in the church before our wedding day e.g fueling of the church power plant, decoration etc and then.
Then he gave us a medical form to fill which can now be described as a symbol of destruction to our relationship and gradually turning our glorious day into a nightmare.

We filled the medical form with our details and he asked us to tick the recommended medical test stated on the form which includes Pregnancy test, HIV/AIDS and blood group/genotype test. After filling the medical form, he called in a member of his church (an elderly woman) and introduced us to her as the intending couple of his church and handed over the filled medical form to her.
After glancing through the form she smiled and asked us when we will have chance to visit her health clinic (she owns a health clinic), Mike quickly whispered to my ear (maybe because he is the shy type) and answered the woman three days time.
Of course, Mike and I visited the clinic as promised and we did the test.

Then she gave us another appointment, that is for the result.
Four days after, I received a phone call from my mum that their pastor wants to see me and Mike as soon as possible.
I quickly called Mike and we both went to the church to meet with the man of God. After welcoming us, he started with a bible verse, he read the scripture with a low and soft voice and started urging us to take things easy with ourselves as he said “God knows the best” he also said, “Thank God it is not too late”.

Not too late for what? I broke the silence. “what is happening here? I screamed at him. Mike was trying to calm me down.
Then the pastor handed a letter to Mike, after glancing through it Mike put his two hands on his head and I quickly snatched the paper from him. I couldn’t believe my eyes with what I saw.
The paper contains the results of our medical test. Of course, I am not pregnant and neither did any of us have HIV/AIDS but the problem is our genotype.

We happened to be of the same genotype “AS”. I was short of words. How could this happen to me? why am I discovering this now? These are some of the questions running through my mind as tears were slowly dropping from my eyes.

The man of God encouraged us to end the relationship for the sake of our unborn children and to avoid stress and wasting of our hard-earned money in the future.
We both thanked him as we left his office in sadness.
After leaving the Pastor’s offfice, we both went to another hospital the following day just to be sure of the results. To our utmost surprise, the results came out the same.

I informed my parents about it, at first they were shocked and then started thanking God that it is not too late to end the relationship in good fate but as for me I’m not pleased with their advice as I have vowed to spend the rest of my life with Mike.
Just few days ago, Mike called me on phone and asked me to join him in an eatery for a serious discussion.
On getting there, I sat down with him and we couldn’t order for anything than water.
It is clearly written all over his face that he is not ready for a breakup.

Mike later broke the silence with his plan of leaving the state with me for another and getting married there.
He said since the church and our parents are not in support of us getting married, the best thing we can do is to leave the state, get married and start a new life.
When I asked him about the challenges that await us if we follow his plan, his reply was a shocking one and full of hope as he said: “Love conquers all”.

I’m confused now and don’t know what to do.
Dear readers to advise Joe on this issue, kindly drop your comments in the comment box below.


https://dailyfamily.ng/one-month-to-our-wedding-i-discovered-we-are-both-as-what-should-i-do/

This is one of the numerous symptoms of Malaria. She needs to visit the nearest hospital before things turn out of hand.

If she had ever hospital where sickle-cell patients are she will forget that her yeye love.

Check this out http:///2FkSloS

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15 Signs that you are under the attack of a spirit husband/wife

One major area that is affecting many people without knowing is the issue of spirit husband and wife.

Is it possible for someone to be under the attack of a spirit husband/wife without knowing? Yes!

Then, what are the signs that one is under the yoke of a spirit husband or wife? Read below:

1. Stretch marks: Spirit husband and wife can be inflicting injuries on the body of their victim while sleeping. So, when you notice that whenever you wake up from sleep in the morning, there are lots of stretch marks on your back, tummy, arm or any other part of your body, you may be under the attack of a spirit husband.

2. Hatred towards your spouse: When you suddenly develop hatred towards your spouse without a cause to the point of nursing murderous thought towards him or her. Such hatred will make you hate his/her touching and you also hate having sexual intercourse with your spouse, it may be a sign that you are under the influence of a spirit spouse.

3. Hatred Towards Opposite Sex: Another sign of being under the attack of a spirit husband/wife is that when you have an aversion towards the opposite, not that you have been molested at any stage of your life by people of the opposite sex and yet you don’t want to have anything to do with them. This is not normal, the spirit spouse may be at work here.

4. Constant destruction of things: Spirit husband/Wife can be so jealous of the physical spouse thereby causing damage on the things like car, generator, phones and other gadgets owned by the earthly spouse. This case is so mysterious that if those items are sold or given out to some else, it will function well. Many at times, it is the fellow who married a spouse with a spirit husband/wife is the one that bears the burden more.

5. Spiritual Sexual Molestation: When you dream of constant Sexual Intercourse while sleeping, it is a major sign that you are under the attack of a spirit spouse. If you usually have sex in the dream, you need to seek for spiritual help through deliverance.

6. Experiencing Lost Of Items: Another common sign of a life under spirit husband/wife is when you keep on experiencing loss of money and valuable items. Even if you are the only one living in a house and you discovered that you can’t find your money where you kept it, and your belongings are getting missing, you need serious prayer to be free.

7. Constant Miscarriages/Barrenness: The wickedness in the heart of the spirit husband who doesn’t want his ‘wife’ to have earthly children can make him suck the pregnancy whenever the wife is pregnant. Cases like this are beyond medical attention and if not arrested early enough, it may lead to barrenness.

8. Sudden Death of A Spouse: The hostility and jealous lifestyle of a spirit spouse can make him kill the earthly spouse. Some people have been having this issue that whosoever married them will die suddenly without prior sickness or health issues without knowing that it could be a spirit spouse at work.

9. Failed Business/Financial problem: When you noticed your business keep failing and you keep recording losses in all your business attempts even when you obey all business principles. Yet, you can’t explain how the whole investment crumbles. Some can be so worse that even if they join a thriving business, the business it will nosedive at their inclusion. This is a punishment from a spirit spouse meted out to you for marrying his spouse.

10. Breast Feeding In The Dream: If you have been dreaming that you are nursing a baby in the dream, it may be a sign that you are already married in the spirit world. The spirit husband may prevent you from having earthly Children or killed your earthly Children.

11. Serial Broken Relationships: Broken relationship should not be a regular occurrence in life. Once you noticed that people you love keep walking out of your life without any quarrel or misunderstanding, then there is more to it than ordinary. The spirit spouse may be responsible for chasing potential suitor from you.

12. Going For Shopping With An Opposite Sex In The Dream: If in your dream, you keep seeing yourself going for shopping with an opposite sex, it may be a pointer to you having a spirit spouse.

13. Seeing Yourself Pregnant In The Dream: If you constantly see yourself in the dream with pregnancy, this may be that you are about to give birth to a spiritual baby especially if you are yet to have a Child in real life or you are not even married.

14. Getting Married In The Dream: One sign that is common to people under the attack of spirit spouse is to have a dream regularly that they are getting wedded. Most times, dreams like this prevent many singles of marriageable age from being married physically.

15. Late Marriage: If you noticed that you are non-challant about wedding or marriage. Even, all your friends are getting married, you are not perturbed. You don’t just have the urge to quit singlehood, you may be under the yoke of a spirit spouse. This spirit will keep all potential spouse from you until you experience a late marriage or no marriage at all.

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