Thread by @GbengaWemimo

"I want to see my children
Please let me see my children
Why are you keeping my children away from me"
She grabbed his shirt
Am I not their mother!?
Did I not carry them in my womb!
How can you be this wicked?!
Let me see my children!
Please, Please
Let me see my children!!!

Passersby intervened
She released his clothes
She looked into his eyes, it was full of hatred and pain
One thing was sure, he would not yield
She knew this as sure as she knew her name
He was headstrong, stubborn and unforgiving
She never thought she would ever be at his mercy

She went to his family members.
Nobody would listen to her.
NGOs fought for her, took him to court.
He provided three death certificates.
Claiming her children had died!
But she knew in her heart.
Her children are alive!
How can his heart be so wicked?
How can mercy be so scarce?

She did not know where to turn.
Three children, her children, her future.
She ran to a church.
Help Me! Please, Pastor Help me.
Pastor: "What happened?"
She: I met him in Heidelberg, he was a student.
I was young and foolish.
I got pregnant and we had a set of triplets.

It was too much for me to bear
Babies crying, wailing, changing diapers, feeding, sleeplessness, I was dying
He helped but they were three and he doesn’t have breasts
We couldn’t afford any help
I deferred my admission for a year so I could cater to the children's needs

He graduated, started working and we got a nanny.
I resumed classes
One day I saw a poster on campus, a tour of Europe, highly subsidized.
I had always wanted to see the world.
I took our savings, left him a note and left for the tour.
It was to take just two years.

I sent postcards and letters and pictures.
He didn’t respond to them.
I knew he was angry, but I wanted to live my dream.
I returned two years later.
They had disappeared.
He relocated to America, changed his name.
I got a private investigator.

It took five years to find them, now located in Boston.
I worked, saved, flew to Boston
I saw them, with my eyes
He took my children, now 7 years old, to school.
I approached him afterwards, he just laughed.
He said to me, YOUR CHILDREN ARE DEAD!
They died the day you walked out!

Pastor, you need to see his eyes, they were so cold.
I went to their school
He called the police, I was arrested
I provided all the documents from my Private investigations
A court date was set, he didn’t show up.
I made inquiries and was told
They had returned to Nigeria!

I found him in Nigeria yet he won’t let me see my children.
Pastor collected his address
She: He does not believe in God, he will not listen to you.
Pastor: Do you believe in God?
She: No
Pastor: Are you not here talking to me?
She: I am
Pastor: Everybody believes in God.

He speaks.

He: Pastor, Her children are dead.
Pastor: Can she see their tombs, so that she can have closure?
He: Closure? Closure from what? She was never their mother, they have no emotional connection to her. closure my foot?
Pastor: Tell me how you feel about her?

Pastor: Tell me how you feel about her?
He was silent for a long time…
He: Pastor please leave now
Pastor left
Next day, she calls Pastor, What did he say?
Pastor said, please let's give him some more time
She wouldn't hear it
Seven years of deprivation and pain
It was too much

She will go and do a sit in
She will not leave his house until he provides her children or take her to their tomb
She drove to his house, her vision clouded with rage
She saw him about to drive out of his compound
She jumped out of her car
Right in front of a truck
It happened!

They rushed her to the hospital
He followed the truck driver
Doctors battled for her life
'My Children'.... She muttered in his direction
He shook his head
She died.

At her funeral as pastor spoke on and on
He came with the triplets
They came to say goodbye

The End