
<p><strong>&#8216;I Made Love To My Husband On The Day I Left Him, Served Him His Best Meal &; Kissed Him Goodbye As He Left To Watch Football&#8217; &#8211; Lady Narrates Chilling Moment</strong></p>



<p>A young lady, Claire Nnandi on Facebook has detailed on her Facebook page how she left her husband.</p>



<p>According to the lady&#8217;s post sighted by <a href="https://occupygh.com/">OccupyGh.com</a>, on the very day she left her ex-husband, she allowed him to make love to her, served him his best meal, and kissed him goodbye as he left to go watch a football match in the Ajah area of Lagos.</p>



<p>Claire who was decided to narrate her story after learning of the death of a Ghanaian lady who was shot and killed by her ex-husband who is a pastor, reveal how she has received series of death threats from her ex-husband and also talked about why she needs to stay off-sight.</p>



<p>Claire had in a previous post narrated how she lived with her husband when she was still married, read the post after this story.</p>



<p>She wrote on Facebook as sighted by OccupyGh.com:</p>



<p>The day i left my ex-husband, i allowed him to make love to me, served him his best meal and kissed him goodbye as he left to go watch a football match at Ajah.</p>




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<p>We lived at Magodo, I calculated the time i had, max 4 hours.</p>



<p>I started packing hurriedly, I packed everything I considered important, because I knew I’d never get anything I leave behind again.</p>



<p>I got a taxi to tow my car out of the house, which by the way, my ex disabled intentionally so I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, my Friend, Eby, was kind enough to let me park it in her house.</p>



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<p>He sent me messages of love, some he’d be pleading for me to come back.</p>



<p>48 hours after, he changed.</p>



<p>I started getting threats from him.</p>



<p>I’ll kill you.<br>I’ll cripple you.<br>I’ll burn your father’s house down.<br>If i can’t have you, no one will.<br>Watch your back.<br>You’re mine for life.</p>



<p>Called my friend Chioma Linda Okoro.</p>



<p>Called my Father.</p>



<p>Called my Favourite Uncle.</p>



<p>Called my godmother.</p>



<p>He didn’t sound apologetic in all of this.</p>



<p>He was arrogant and threatening.</p>



<p>He’d wait till 1am, 2am, call me and just be breathing.</p>



<p>Sometimes he’d call me and threaten me, bodyshame me, tell me he loves me, then threaten me again.</p>



<p>Everytime I changed my number, he’d get the new one and call me.</p>



<p>In all of these, I recognised the clear and present danger i was in and I never took it for granted.</p>



<p>I stayed out of sight.</p>



<p>Once I’m done at my place of business, straight to my house.</p>



<p>No partying, No socialising. No hangouts. Nothing.</p>



<p>My godmother was mad, she said she’d get him arrested, do this, do that.</p>



<p>I remember looking her in the eyes and telling her, all it takes, is one bullet. Just one, and I’m history.</p>



<p>The more I stay out of sight, the more he forgets me.</p>



<p>I’m not going to go at it with someone whose reality had become obfuscate.</p>



<p>I wanted to stay alive, and my best bet of achieving this, was to stay out of his sight.</p>



<p>I’m writing this today, because I read about the Ghanaian pastor in America who shot his wife to death.</p>



<p>He threatened to kill her before her brother and all they did was, call the cops.</p>



<p>Call the cops because you’re assuming you’re dealing with someone who is mentally stable and is Still under the the rule of law.</p>



<p>Their first and only mistake.</p>



<p>That man was no longer mentally stable and the only rule of law he knew at that time was the dictates of his unstable mind.</p>



<p>She should have relocated. She should have left her job.<br>She should have gone off grid for a while.<br>She should have taken the threats seriously.</p>



<p>Imagine how angry and utterly insane you have to be, to shoot someone, then walk over, stand over her body and fire more shots into her head point-blank.</p>



<p>He is ready to die and so has no regards for another person’s life.</p>



<p>I wish she and her family had understood this.</p>



<p>I did, that’s why I’m alive today.</p>



<p>Here’s my advice to Women who have left an abusive spouse:</p>



<p>TAKE EVERY THREAT SERIOUSLY.</p>



<p>TAKE EVERY SINGLE THREAT SERIOUSLY.</p>



<p>TAKE STEPS TO PROTECT YOURSELF.</p>



<p>TAKE EVERY THREAT SERIOUSLY.</p>



<p>YOUR LIFE MATTERS.</p>



<p>My deepest condolences to her grieving family.</p>



<p>And in this journey of life, may we never find love in the arms of our executioner.</p>



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‘I Made Love To My Husband On The Day I Left Him, Served Him His Best Meal & Kissed Him Goodbye As He Left To Watch Football’ – Lady Narrates Chilling Moment
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