#DivorceDiaries:Episode 4 Sundday 4th October

My name is Salma Abbas and I would like to share my #Divorce Diaries with you. I hail from Ashaka in Gombe state .I am 27 years old and I am a business woman. You see my problem is that I like the finer things in life despite being from a poor home. I grew up in Ashaka, in the poorest part of town. Sometimes all we had to eat was water andqarago. so from an early age I made up my mind to become wealthy .I didn’t want to be like my parents, poor farmers. And I realized my ticket out of the ghetto was education. I did all I could to excel in school as it was the only way out for me. I graduated from secondary school at the top of my class.
I even passed my NECO exams in flying colors. Then I got a scholarship to the collage of education Gombe, finally!, my ticket out of hell.

At the COE I quickly realized how easy it was for the pretty girls on campus to have their needs met by men and I wanted in. Nima dole a dama dani. Fulani girl like me would make a lot of money and get favors too. I became their friend .I wont mention names but pretty soon we were going to Abuja to party and have fun with big men. And soon enough I became hot cake. One would never believe I was a village girl. Wealthy men wanted me and I wanted their money. It was on one of our trips that I met Kamal, son of a wealthy politician. We met at his father’s guest house, I was there with my friends. It was funny how we met .He came to see his father at the guest house and his father was busy with my friend so we sat in the living room and started talking about NEPA of all things, or maybe he just liked me. He took my number and immediately started calling me, he would call me all the time and pretty soon he was in love with me. As for me I liked himgaskiabut I only saw the money. Kamal was handsome with a packaging toh bad. He was such a sweetheart, spoiling me with gifts and favors. Even though I appreciated the attention from kamal, I was still into my lifestyle. Soon he started asking me to marry him, Kamal Tukur Umar wanted to marry me a poor daughter of nobody. Is it in that mud house they will dogaisuwa?I said no way. At that time I had met Sadiq Hantsi, an honorable member of the federal republic. He was my financier and we were quite close.

As I came closer to graduating I realized I had nowhere to go and time was running out ,I had to think and act fast. So I eventually decided to marry Kamal and still keep my affair with the senator telling myself “ai the senator is married too”…greedy me. Kamal asked me to send him a list of what I needed as perkayan lefeandkayan daki, trust me to send a long one. I was so disappointed when he told me he couldn’t afford anything except he asks his father for the money. I eventually came to understand that Kamal is broke and depended on his father for everything. Kamal was a fake! Just packaging !but what could I do? this was my only opportunity to join the class I had craved all my life for. Besides nothing in life is perfect right? We finally got married and it was a beautiful day. I was happy, things would work out I thought Kamal would be settled handsomely by his family,abi?.After all he was now married .He had told me his father promised him a big payout when he got married. I realized quite quickly that kamal was just a well packaged lazy spoilt rich kid. He couldn’t afford even basic necessities likeomo,we had to go and beg dad. I lived in a big house ,yes but my in-laws always liked to remind me of the favors kamal and I enjoyed, kullum gori. Kamal had the cloths, the swag ,the car and everything but no money! I felt duped.

My friends advised me not to get pregnantsai naga ya zaman gidan yake…best advice ever. One day my mother in-law came into the house, I served her food and she refused to eat saying she didn’t want to eat from a peasant. One thing lead to another andmuka fara cacan baki..Insults flying everywhere. A day later we were told to move to the BQ. How can they say we should move out of the main house and move to the BQ? That was the height of it! Me I couldn’t move to a 2 bedroom BQ behind the big house and Kamal didn’t have money to rent a befitting place for us. He was so weak, I was sorely disappointed. I didn’t escape from Ashaka to live in a BQ and be a beggar! I ran to my senator, he took care of me .He told me to move into one of his houses in Gwarimpa and he settled me handsomely. My weak husband kept telling me how proud he was of me. He said he had a wife that would cover his shame. What a fool. I told him that’s what good wives do, he didn’t even ask me how I came about the house. I just hated him. This man is a burden. I opened a shop and very soon business was booming. I was making money and still seeing wealthy men to make ends meet. With kamal estranged from his father and unemployed, I became the sole bread winner and the idiot was feeding off me. One day I was introduced to this oil tycoon, I wont mention his name but sincerely I fell in love with this man. Maybe it’s the money or the way he treated me like a queen. This man was a billionaire but he respected me and was kind and polite. He was gentle with me in every sense of the word. It was different because as runs babes we are the entertainment, the toy to be tossed up and down. I loved him even more when I compared him to my lame duck husband, all he did was demand for money and sex…Oil tycoon set me up with bankers and business consultants to take me to the next level and then I took the decision to leave my marriage. It was a burden to me anyways and kamal was not adding any value to my life at all. And that’s when Kamal showed me man that he in him. He said he would never divorce me and gave me the beating of my life.

I ran to oil tycoon, he comforted me and to my shock and surprise he asked me to go back to my husband. My parents back in the village supported me, not because I was a good child but because I was the breadwinner of the family. I left my husband and rented a flat in wuse2.I didn’t even feel sorry him for him. All I wanted to do was have oil tycoon by my side. It was a year before kamal sent mesaki uku. I was so happy, my friends threw a divorce party for me, life as good. I was living the life, different countries, designer labels and oil tycoon pampering me. I was made!

The nightmare began when oil tycoon died suddenly of a heart attack in my house, in my bed .I cant tell you how felt that day. I called his PA to come and handle things. Soon enough oil tycoon’s wives and children descended on me with so much ferocity I’m surprised am still alive today. I lost the love of my life and my so called properties. He was the majority shareholder in my company and as a muslim man, it meant that a lot of the things I enjoyed had now become part of his estate for his heirs .Na shiga uku!I was left with nothing, my name was dragged all over the mud. My friends deserted me. It was a difficult period for me. My only saving grace was my NCE certificate, thank God I went to school though it was very difficult to come down to my present level. My former lovers all had no attention for me. I was overused property according to my friends .i was broke and alone .I eventually went back to Gombe and now teach in a private school. I am back to being poor and a nobody. I keep wondering what would have happened if I had been contented and had been in school like I was supposed to, If I had gone to university and had a degree and become useful to the society…but I was greedy and stupid. I am here picking up the pieces and who knows in the future I might have enough to go to university.

That’s my #Divorce Diaries ,thank you for letting me share with you. I hope you have learnt from this story.