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I LOVE HIM, LOVE TO MARRY HIM BUT HIS FATHER WAS THE ARMED ROBBER THAT KILLED MY FATHER
I was around 8 when a gang of armed robbers invaded our house, carted away all we had and shot my dad dead. I was beside him when he was shot, I was holding him out of fear, very terrified, the bullet almost got to me too.
He fell down and died on the spot, turning my beautiful life to a struggle. I had to live the private school to the public school because my mum can not afford it for five of us as no family member was ready to help. At a stage, I was taken to my grandma in the village when it was difficult to get something to eat. When my father died many things died with him, including my school, joy and happiness. I was a very sad teen, no joy at all, it was a painful experience.
Later some of the armed robbers where caught I was taken to the police station to identify them, I was able to identify the one that pulled the trigger that killed my Dad. I saw him clearly, I can point him out in my dream because he was the one that turned my beautiful life to a nightmare. I was later told he was a dismissed policeman.
During their trial, I went to court many times with my mum to testify against and luckily for us he was convicted and sentenced to death by hanging. He is still on the death list till today in the prison.
Years later I finished my university study through tick and tin, I went to the NYSC and met this young godly man at the Nigeria Christian Corppers Fellowship (NCCF) programs. He was one of the leaders in the fellowship. We became friends and later proposed to marry me and I agreed without hesitation.
After the service year, he visited my mum and I visited his mum too. They both sanctioned the relationship, he told me that his father had issues with some people and he was jailed, we did not take it more than that.
Few days to our wedding, we went to collect the wedding gown and visited his uncle who I had not met before, we sat in his living room while they went into the room to call him out, I heard him speaking in the room, his voice sounded so familiar, immediately he came out and greeted us, I look at him in the face then I screamed, terrified, I pick my bag and ran as fast as my legs can carry me, it was the person that killed my dad, I did not wait for Dare to carry me in his car. I took a bike and ran away.
Hours later Dare came to my house, he was too shocked to talk, he did not know what was going on, I later explained that the man was the dismissed police armed robber that killed my dad in my presence, he kept quiet for a long time unable to say anything.
My mum joined me in the room when she heard my voice and I told her the same thing, it was then Dare narrated the true story about his father, the uncle is just a striking resemblance of his father, it was his father that killed mine and not his uncle.
The shock was too much for me, I hated Dare immediately, I started hearing the gunshot that killed my father and the groaning of my father in the pool of his blood before he died again, that shot and the groaning troubled me for more than ten years before I overcame, now they came back again, now I can not look at Dare in the face I see only his father.
We had to suspend the wedding, but my family wanted me to let go of the past and move on, but I can imagine Dare touching me. I don’t want to get close, I tried but I can’t just, the wound and bleeding in my childhood heart is fully back, I can hardly sleep.
I really need help, can somebody please help me, must I go into this wedding in this state of mind, must I marry Dare, I don’t know, I don’t just know what to do.
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