Divorce Diaries Season 5 Episode 3

MY NAME IS TALATU TARAUNI. I AM 32 YEARS OLD. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.

I married my husband out of poverty. Life was hard in Kano. I grew up in the ghettoes of Rijiyar Lemo selling shinkafa da wake and tin moin moin to help my mother out. My father was alive o just that he only cared about marrying new wives and having more of us than actually providing. There were days we went to bed hungry so our younger ones could have dinner. In our family, there never seemed to be enough anything for anyone. My mother tried to provide but it just was not enough. She had eight of us while in total my father had 27 of us, from different mothers. 

Divorce Diaries Season 5 Episodes 2

MY NAME IS ABDULLAHI JAKOLO. I AM 33 YEARS OLD. I AM FROM SOKOTO STATE. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.

I met my wife Rahila on Face book in 2011. I had just finished serving the nation and was doing nothing waiting for a job to come. It was not a good time at all, because I had become accustomed to getting money at the end of every month to cater for my needs and all of a sudden I had no income. I had an older brother who was a civil servant and I hated depending on him seeing as he too was struggling to make ends meet.

Love and its Destiny Episode 12

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Within a very short period of time Naseem became very wild, daga maganar aure? He's so much in to girls now and his friend Shamsu is behind it. (Show me your friends and I will tell you who you are) friends have a great influence in your life, so its better we know the kind of friends we keep."
He claims that he's trying to convince his Dad to send some family members for introduction but his dad is still insisting until after service and gotten a job not while he's serving the nation.
He hardly have time for me now, he only visits me in school once in a month, and he can go two days without calling, unless if she is the one that calls.

Love And It's Destiny Chapter Eight

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Two weeks after his break, Naseem finally settled in Kaduna for his 1 year service where his PPA is at Government Day Secondary School Unguwan Sarki in Kaduna Central.
Naseem visits Usaima more often as they’re now closer while Usaima is always spending her weekends at Addah Nusaiba’s house in Kaduna, including some of the school breaks
Hajiya and everyone in the house are wondering why Usaima is always with Addah Nusaiba in Kaduna. “Gaba daya ta juya ma Kano baya”.

‘My Husband Never Feeds Me’, Divorce Seeking Housewife Tells Sharia Court Minna

In Niger state- A housewife, Hafsat Mohammed, has pleaded with a Sharia Court in Minna to dissolve her marriage because her husband does not provide food in the house.

Mohammed told the court that her husband, Isah Gimba, spends his money on intoxicants rather than take care of the home.

“My husband doesn’t provide food in our house, instead any little money he gets he spends it on things that will intoxicate him.

“The hardship he subjects me to in his house is too much for me, I can’t bear it any more.

“That is why I am pleading with this honourable court to help me out of this hardship by ending the marriage,” she said. Gimba, however, denied his wife’s allegations, saying he was trying his best to put food on the table for her.

Love and its Destiny Episode Four

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My name is Fareedah but people called me Reedah to match the fashionable way I dressed.  I was 24 years old when I met my former husband who was young lecturer then, named Ibrahim at a food joint in the school campus that's college of education Gombe. I was a final year student then. I was having a chit chat  with my friends when Ibrahim overheard our conversation, I was telling a friend that sat next to me that

Love and it's Destiny Episode One

Love and Destiny Episode One
Happy Sallah to all Inside Arewa readers, we are back with another life experience story we hope you’ll like it at the end and learned two or more things at the end of the series of episodes.

Finding Mr Right Chapter 11

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In the wildest of my imaginations, I never imagined I would be at this kind of crossroads. It’s day 2 of Yomi’s ultimatum for a feedback and I am utterly confused. 

First I do not talk to either Gloria or Ossy any longer. Ossy was very mean to me. From the day he met me at the airport, he had known all about Yomi. Yomi had been his senior in secondary school. So he knew. 
That’s why he smiled that smile when I told him Yomi hadn’t touched me. That was why he spoke so sarcastically. 
Jealousy had blinded him so much that he didn’t bother to rescue his friend from this dilemma. A word from him would have alerted me to the danger I was in and saved me all this trouble.

Divorce Diaries Season 4 Episode 8

Divorce Diaries Season 4 Eps 8

MY NAME IS RAMATU FAGGE. I AM 45 YEARS OLD. I AM FROM BAUCHI STATE. I WAS MARRIED TO MALLAM GARBA ABUBAKAR. I AM MOTHER TO FIVE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN; I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
I met Garba when I was a young impressionable and naïve 19 year old. For him, it was love at first sight, but for me, I realized much later that I didn’t even know what love was when I met and married him. At first it really did seem like I had found my prince charming, like in those romance novels. I was so brainwashed by those novels and romantic songs. Garba was the perfect man during our courtship period. He was sweet, funny, charming and generous. As far as I was concerned I would get my happy ending with him. He was my Prince Charming!

Divorce Diaries Season 4 Episodes 7

MY NAME IS MAIMUNA ALHAJI. I AM 56 YEARS OLD. I WAS MARRIED TO ALHAJI KABIR, A PROMINENT MAN IN OUR STATE AND NATIONAL POLITICS. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
I met Alhaji when he was a slim eager young man. He was a young hotheaded firebrand student union leader at Ahmadu Bello University, during the late 70s and the early 80s when student activism was at its peak in the country.
I married him when he was a corper. We literally started out with nothing. We lived in a tiny flat in low cost area of town. Alhaji liked to be in control and over the years I let him have total control, for peace to reign. We have two daughters. To God be the glory.
I was a loyal wife, loyal to a fault. I was loyal beyond even my own reasoning. I was not allowed to work or go to school and so I was a housewife. I took my duties seriously. I was an upstanding wife though I wasn’t the perfect mother.

Divorce Diaries Season 4 Episode 6

MY NAME IS LAWAL JALO. I AM 58 YEARS OLD. I AM A BUSINESS EXECUTIVE. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
I was married to my wife Halima for more than two decades years before our union crashed. No one could have predicted that our marriage would become what it became. In the beginning it seemed like the best thing ever. A match made in heaven. Even throughout majority of the years we spent together all seemed well. Halima was the most understanding woman, she was the kindest soul ever. For the longest time I felt like the luckiest man in Nigeria.
That is not to say we didn’t have our challenges as a married couple. We went through it like most people but we always pulled through. Halima was always so full of grace and forgiveness. Sometimes even if I wanted to do something bad, I would remember how gracious my wife was and I would immediately stop myself.

Divorce Diaries Season 4 Eps 1: Beautiful Liar

MY NAME IS FIDDAUSI MUSA. I AM 28 YEARS OLD. I WAS MARRIED TO MUSA SULEIMAN FOR 3 YEARS. I AM FROM KADUNA STATE. I AM A MICROBIOLOGIST AND I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
My husband Musa was already married when I met him. He had been married for 16 years to his first wife and they had 4 kids (2 boys and 2 girls). I was just 19 years old then and he had just turned 50. At first I laughed off his advances because I did not imagine ever being married to someone that much older. Honestly I just wanted to chop his money and run like most of my mates were wont to do. I had someone else that I loved… I had a chewing gum boyfriend called Nasir (Nas-King) and I loved him dearly even though I knew the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. You know that kind of love that has a hold on you and you can’t let go even though you know it will not lead you anywhere worthwhile.

… all that glitters is not gold.. A story of Woman

… all that glitters is not gold..

Saturday 24^th December 2016

6:34am

i was married to Zubairu for less than a year and here is my story...
Where I met my husband is a story for another day.
I was young, vibrant, luscious, and beautiful and to cap it all, I have a killer body that can make any man go after me.

We started dating with my husband after we met through mutual friends. He lives outside Nigeria and his friends as well. They are much older than us; they own properties in the UK and US. Money was not a problem to them.
He spoilt me with lots of luxury that I couldn't turn down his marriages proposal.

Am from an extended home, my step sister is married to a millionaire, I wanted to be her match and level the parity.

I turned on deaf ears to all the gossips of me getting married to an old man. (Oho na their palava)! I was in love; let them say all that they want.
The going was so good I never thought of any negativity or a rainy day.
Zubairu (as he's been called by everyone) showered me with love, gifts, care and affection. He saw to each and every need of mine and that of my immediate family. He sponsored me, my mother, brother and sister to a trip to Saudi Arabia to perform the lesser hajj (Umrah), from there we proceeded to Egypt and Dubai for me to shop for my traditional "kayan lefe" and "Kayan daki". The merrier, the better as it’s always said. We had a very good time during our tour and finally returned home.

Wedding bells started ringing for me and Zubairu. I wasn't brave enough to inform most of my friends due to the way fate brought us together with Zubairu (I initially said it’s a story for another day). I informed my close friends that were not in the same town with me. They were very happy for me and accepted my notification and promised to acknowledge my invitation.
The initial date for us was changed due to little disappointments we faced from the shipping company we used to ship what we shopped for in Egypt and Dubai. We waited for a couple of weeks but still no good news about the shipment. A date was fixed immediately and our wedding commenced. It was such a great and beautiful day for me. It was marked with a huge Mother's Day and a befitting dinner in a very popular Chinese restaurant. We had fun with my friends that were in attendance and that were all. Some of my friends had a dropped jaw when they saw my old husband but I didn't care.

The wedding celebrations were over. Everyone went back to their respective homes but I was still in my father's house. Zubairu claimed my supposed home wasn't renovated to his taste, even though I was supposed to join him and his family at a later date after the wedding in the UK but he still didn't want me to be taken to the house in that condition. I wasn't disturbed as at then thinking it wouldn't be longer than necessary.
I was still home after my wedding. Zubairu travelled to the US three days after our wedding. We were still in touch and he didn't change one bit. He placed me on a handsome allowance even though I was still home. He took all my responsibilities and many more but our marriage was still not consummated months after our wedding. I wasn't disturbed because we were still married, I could wait for as long as he would be back.
One, two, three months passed without seeing physically with Zubairu. I started worrying over the whole thing and my family as well. My mother said I should be taken to my home, perhaps it would make him want to come home to me.

I was sleeping one afternoon only for me to receive a call from a strange number, behold it was Zubairu's voice with a Nigerian number. I was super elated. He was in kaduna at that moment. He asked me to board the next flight to Abuja and a driver was waiting for me in Abuja to take me down to him in kaduna. I couldn't ask him when he came to Nigeria because one thing with relationships and marriages with older men, you don't ask too much questions because you will never get good answers or even none at all. They keep seeing you like a child. I did exactly as he said even though it was very difficult to inform my parents of his directives, he's my husband, he owned me, that's where the bossing around emerged.

We spent a few days in a very nice hotel in kaduna and then proceeded to Abuja, then to Lagos and back in Abuja again. I felt so much of a bride even though it was not too homey. Zubairu went back to the states after two weeks of our meeting. He promised to complete my supposed home in a few weeks time. I was very happy. After his return, our communication started deteriorating surprisingly and I dared not question that only in a systematic way. Eventually, I found out he was transferred to the US from the UK since before our wedding through his friend. The trip he embarked on immediately after the wedding was to go and officially report in his new official post. He made arrangements for his wife and three kids to relocate to the US without my knowledge. I started asking when I'd join him but he usually shied away from the question. I started becoming super worried. There was no one I could freely confide in at that moment due to my confused state.

We started communicating with Zubairu once in many days or even fortnightly. The rift between us was just widening by the day. We were more of strangers. I didn't know what to do, I had to speak up. I told my mother, she was speechless and told me she sensed all was not well with me and Zubairu. He was in Nigeria without my knowledge several times. He didn't even care to call once and find out how I was doing. What if I was pregnant for him...? He didn't even care, all means of communication to him were abortive, he then called me one morning again and told me to get ready, a driver is on his way to fetch me and take me to him. I was puzzled. I really wanted to see him and gather courage and bombard him with questions. We met and mated again in a hotel. I was eager to be in my own home. I was getting tired of all this arrangement. Havoc didn't pour until he left; mating with him was like he was releasing poison in me.

 I started having severe stomach pains and I wasn't pregnant.
Hell didn't finally break loose until Zubairu's wife found out he got married without her knowledge or consent. She and her kids vowed to kill me if he took me to their home. His wife threatened him with a series of threats if he didn't divorce me. His oldest son promised me death if he ever set eyes on me. After his friend told me all this thinking that Zubairu told me all that was happening to make me feel relieved but only for me to tell him I was hearing it for the first time in my life. To God who made me, I didn't know his family was not aware of our marriage. I was shocked to my bone marrow. I didn't know what to believe or do. Crying wouldn't solve the problem, I had to face it. I called him several times and we were able to speak eventually.

He told me all I heard was true but he would know how to tackle the issue. Months passed without anything positive or promising. I updated my parents on everything I heard from his friend. I gathered courage and asked Zubairu to take a decision about us and he told me he would do just that. I started preparing my mind for the worst. In this digital world, Zubairu mailed me a hand written divorce letter. How can we be married for less than a year? What do I do next? I took it in good fate. I completed my divorce probation period as provided the Islamic way. I gathered the pieces of my shattered heart and moved on. I went back to school and completed my then course that I initially put to a holt. I completed my degree and topped it with a master’s degree but am tired of trying relationships anymore. It's almost a decade now that my marriage ended but I still feel the pains inflicted in me by Zubairu.
My fellow ladies, my advice to you is to always be patient and allow nature take its cause. Never rush anything in life or try to compete beyond your level. Men will always be men and we ladies in most cases are at the receiving end and never forget that all that glitters is not gold. Do take care of you and your loved ones. Remain blessed.

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Few Months After Our Marriage, His True Color Shows

MY NAME IS YASMIN ABUBAKAR. I AM 24 YEARS OLD, I AM FROM KADUNA. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY STORIES WITH YOU.

I met my husband Akilu when I was in my second year in the university. I've had so many broken relationships. I was busy nursing my broken heart when I met my husband. It started like a close friendship before it later turned out to be a sweet love. I thought he just wanted a fling because we met on social media. To be honest, I didn't take him seriously due to how we met. Our relationship was blossoming with time, he is a custom officer but he was always creating time for me both physically and virtually. I was in a new world; he made me feel like a queen. I was always happy; you know how love is sweet when it is new. Hmmmm... And when it come to finances, he never hesitated to do anything for me, it even reached a stage where I will just receives alerts from him unexpectedly without any request or complain.

"No Man is worth disobeying your parents " Woman tell her story

MY NAME IS FARIDA UMAR FROM PLATEAU STATE. I AM 29 YEARS. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY STORY WITH YOU. 

I met Ahmed in my sister's house when I was in my second year in the prestigious ABU studying architecture. The tall handsome dude took my breath away instantly. He came to discuss a very serious issue with my sister Habiba having been her best friend's husband. I served him cold drinks and a variety of our home made snacks but he asked for tea. I served him tea, I brewed the tea to the best of my ability just to impress him, and believe me, and he was. 

Ahmad is a well learned Ustaz with his trousers above his ankle and his temple and cheeks full with beards. Ahmad was always calling Allah that made me believe in him more. “Ni FARIDA na ga miji” I told myself.

Divorce Diary Season 3 Episode VIII

MY NAME IS ZAHRA BELLO. I AM FROM TARABA STATE. I AM 39 YEARS OLD. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
I met Aliyu when he was a corper. He was serving in my Local Government. We met at the night Islamiyya I went to, he volunteered to teach hadith classes after isha prayer. All the girls in my class liked Malam Aliyu though I wasn’t particularly interested actually I pitied him. This educated man that government had sent to the dense bush of Taraba to serve the nation. I was just 19 years old, fresh out of secondary school, naive and inexperienced.
After some time, I noticed malam Aliyu looking at me in funny ways. I confided in a friend who told me that there were rumors everywhere that malam Aliyu was in love with me. I couldn’t believe it! So the whole school knew he was looking at me in that kind of way. I was angry; the Fulani girl in me wanted revenge. So I confronted him and to my surprise he didn’t deny it, this annoyed me even more. Actually it was a mixed feeling of shame, anger and annoyance.
‘Zahra’u matar wata, I like you, you don’t like me?’

Divorce Diaries Season 3 Episode VII

MY NAME IS MUNNIR WASHA, I AM 40 YEARS OLD. I AM A BUSINESS MAN. I HAIL FROM KATSINA STATE.  I WAS MARRIED TO HAJARA WASHA FOR 5 YEARS. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
I was introduced to my wife Hajara by a very reliable and trusted friend. When I met her I had mixed feelings. She seemed intelligent but shy. But she was not very good looking. I wasn’t sure she was a right fit for me. I wanted a beautiful lady for a wife. I wanted a well-mannered girl as well. And as far as I knew there was no law that stopped a man from seeking and finding both in his woman.
I didn’t know how to tell my friend about these feelings I was having so I just played along. I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful of his help. Though I was conflicted I decided to give it a chance, at least to honour my friend.

Divorce Diary Season 3 Episode VI

MY NAME IS ASIYA DOGO. I AM 35 YEARS OLD. I AM FROM JIGAWA STATE. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU. I WAS MARRIED TO ISA MAHMUD.
Isa was a good man, he was a wonderful husband. He was easy to fall in love with. When I look back now it seems to explain why I was so careless and reckless about falling in love with him.
I met Isa at a wedding; he was among the groom’s friends who were tasked with conveying the bride and her friends to her matrimonial home (Daukan Amarya). He stood out from the gang of abokan ango with his quiet demeanour. He seemed reserved and calm. I liked it.
Over the next few months we really got to know each other. It was such a wonder to find out his little unique mannerisms, his funny laugh, his caring heart and most especially his fear of God. It did not take long for me to fall head over heels for this man. He was everything I wanted in a man so why should I resist falling for him? I found myself thinking a lot about wanting a future with Isa, I wanted to be his wife but I didn’t want to force things. I was not sure how to bring up the issue after just 6 months of dating so I decided to pray about it. I prayed really hard for God to reveal my husband to me.

Divorce Diary Season 3 Eoisode V

MY NAME IS AHMED NASSARAWA. I AM 46 YEARS OLD. I WAS MARRIED TO ASMAU JATAU FOR 6 YEARS. I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY DIVORCE DIARIES WITH YOU.
Asmau and I got married shortly after I finished youth service.  We got married when I was a very young man. I was a pampered child as my father was a wealthy politician. He had been a minister multiple times and was friends with all the powerful and wealthy people in Nigeria. A mutual family friend introduced me to Asmau for marriage. From the first meeting I couldn’t wait to marry her. Asmau was a good girl; she was quiet and well raised. She was from a good family, the type of family that anyone would love to marry from. In fact we were even distantly related. They were raised in the old fashioned way, with discipline and strict religious instruction.
My parents were really pleased with my choice of wife. They were really happy and I was happy to see them happy. She was beautiful and graceful at our society wedding and I was the envy of my friends.