How would you advise this betrayed man whose life has not been turned into an emotional turmoil since this shocking discovery which you are about to read as shared by Oluwayemisi Omo Ayo.
it’s one of those things married couples are facing now and only God can come into the marriage institution which Satan has taken control of.
“If I had known, I would not have played the American visa lottery.
The lottery I played has put an indelible scar on my heart, causing me pains daily as I move closer to the grave. I am now 64 years of age. My undoing was the visa lottery I played in 2007. Prior to this time, all was well and going smoothly in our family.
I had married my wife in 1985. We were blessed with 3 boys and a girl. The girl, Moyosore was our first child. She was born in 1986. The boys came thereafter in 1988, 1990, and 1994.
My wife was a full time house wife with everything to make her comfortable. A chauffeur-driven car, two house-helps, and other conveniences were at her beck and call.
I was a senior management staff at the defunct NITEL. A trained and accomplished electronic engineer, I travelled round the nation on assignments. My assignments most times, were between the Federal Capital Territory, and Owerri in Imo State. I, however, ensured I was in Lagos at least twice a month to see my family. This was between 1986, and 1997.
I retired in 1999 to start my own private company, which has continued to grow to God’s glory. In 2007, I joined several other Nigerians to play the United States Visa Lottery. I was part of the few thousands that won. I was happy, not because of myself, but because of my two younger children who will have the benefit of automatic citizenship of America. My older children; Moyosore, Anuoluwapo were already schooling in Canada as at the time.
Hmm…one of the major conditions of granting the visa is blood screening, and the conduct of DNA for beneficiary’s defendants. I had submitted necessary documents, and made payments for our screenings at the popular St. Nicholas Hospital, Lagos Island.
We did the tests as recommended. The results were to be sent to the Embassy. I got a letter at a later date that I should present my passport and that of my wife for the visas. On enquiry, they said the kids I presented weren’t mine. I almost lost my sanity!
“My kids ain’t mine? How’s that possible?”, was my song. I found it impossible to comprehend. Because, it happened close to my birthday celebration, I invited Moyo and Anu home under the pretext that they were coming to celebrate with me. I then had their DNA carried out.
Unbelivably, only Moyosore was my authentic child!
I became sick, and almost passed on. I was hospitalised for a month. I eventually lost the opportunity to complete the processing of the visas, as I was no longer myself. Abi, of what need is the visa without my kids? When I got over the shock, I confronted my wife. She was mad with me. She called me unprintable names and labelled me a failure.
I kept my peace but really could’t moved on. The following week, I invited her to accompany me to a friend’s party. On our way back, I pulled out of the road and parked the car. She asked why, and I told her not to worry. I then raised the matter again. She rained abuses on me, and called me a drunk.
At that point, I brought out a loaded pistol from the gloves compartment, pointed it at her, and threatened to kill her, and dump her corpse on the abandoned road. I showed her copy of the DNA I got on Anu, and the notification I received from the American embassy.
At this point, my wife became a singing parrot. She swallowed her pride, and started confessing. She said Anu was fathered by David, a friend and colleague, who was more of a brother than a friend. We had been friends for almost 30 years.
Tunde and Bidemi were sons of our househelp, Kingsley. Kingsley was from Benue. He worked with us for almost 15 years. I had noticed my wife special interest in him, but never knew he was sharing her with me.
It has been 10 years after the ugly incident and the revelation. I survived the shock, but Adunni never! She died two years after. She couldn’t wait to tell the kids and sort out the problem and havoc she caused. Till date, the children are not in the know of my predicament. They are all doing well.
The last, Bidemi, now 23, is working in a multinational company. He graduated at 19. So also are the other brothers and their sister, who are all doing great outside the country. Now, I am 64. I have written my will again and again.
I have deleted the names of the boys from my last will, even though I have not gathered enough courage to inform them that I am not their biological father. I have not told anyone either, and it’s killing me day-by-day.
Should I inform them all, or tell only my own child? Or should I just die with the thought?
Editor: This is a precarious situation; we hope your comments and advice would heal his broken heart.
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