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STORY AS WRITTEN BY DOLAPO ON HER DYING BED THREE DAYS BEFORE HER DEATH………..
I bid you farewell by Dolapo GoodGod.
I bid you farewell…………………………………………..
I am grateful to God that I will rest in His bosom and I am more grateful because I have always wanted this opportunity to speak my mind even unto death. I guess you are surprised that even the dead can air an opinion; in my case I really wanted to because I knew that God was preparing a place for me and that is where I will be. Do not weep for so long because I found eternal peace in Him. The very peace that has eroded me in about twelve years of my God given years (at the time of this writing I am forty-one years of age and I have been married for twelve years). This is my story………
I am Yetunde nee Olotu as I am fondly called by my immediate family in Nigeria but here I am being referred to as Omodolapo Jagha as named by the love of my life. Now, I am Dolapo GoodGod , the surname I adopted when I realized that I no longer have a husband who will be there for me. The very man I should expect to be the Master of ceremony at my burial, the man you think would miss my departure the most but unfortunately not. I believe my estranged husband is glad that he is now free from the bondage called marriage.
Noble Jagha, I hope you feel so happy now that your prophesy to Maryam Hassan and other girlfriends of yours that I will soon die so you can marry them is now fulfilled. The truth is that my body may be dead but my hope of glory in heaven is constant as God lives. I may not be here again but I am so sure you will never find anyone to love you the way I did…… You were my first love, the very man who deflowered me but turned his back on me years after that I was not good on bed (not sexy enough for you), I was not good at cooking but I managed to learn and cook your local meal of Starch and Banga. He said, “I was so paranoid” because I complained that you are only comfortable making phone calls in the car and returning home at midnight. You finally abandoned me and the children in December, 2012 after all the mental and physical abuse I suffered from you. You could not face the wrath of law as I got a safety and protection order against you because I was afraid that you would eventually take my life. While you lived with us, you were of no use, as you were not readily available to do your matrimonial and fatherly duties. How painful it was to take the twins to school walking all the way from Ongar to Little Pace, sometimes after getting a chemo. Even when I pleaded with you to look after the kids when I have appointments at the hospital you refused. Thank God for the Irish government (HSE) that provided me with home help (Margaret), my cousin, grandma Odelade, Sola and S. Bimbo (my wonderful sisters in church), my friend, confidant (Gbemi) who stuck to me like a sister, she is known in all our kids’ school as their guardian because you were not there. You found solace in your numerous, “your attraction” as you referred to the choir leader and probably your new sizzling romance Sheila Luxembor whom you kept my kids with without my consent. I hope she told you I rang her and made peace with her when I did no wrong (Yeah, I did this to secure my heaven).
Hhhhmmmm……….the Lord is my strength.
Oti, how do you feel after physically and mentally tormenting me? You can now be happy that “the living corpse” (as you often referred to me) in your home has finally gone to be with God. You no longer have to hit me or pounce on me anymore. In death I have forgiving you because I loved you but I hope you are able to forgive yourself…….? I cannot forget in a minute how I felt so let down that I took to my heels and sought refuge in that sister’s place and later on at the women’s refuge. I am sure your defense is that I died as a cancer patient but I believe I could live a day longer if you were there for me…… I went through the pains of Cancer lonely! Rather than supporting, you rejected me. Isn’t marriage meant to be for better or for worse.….? I hope when I remember how childish you were for taking the boot you bought for me and returning the wrist watch I bought for you I can peacefully sigh a relief for leaving this cruel world. You were so mean to me! Oti, you were really mean to Emmanuella too. How could you ill-treat your own children because they are girls? I have all the horrible text messages you sent to me documented; psychologically you killed me before my death.
Pastor Jagha, a man of God! The church has failed in their duty to help you from fallen, they have pampered you for doing wrong in order to save their face and invariably they have failed me. Church is meant for sinners irrespective of their position and as such no one should be above chastising. I hope after my demise our father in the Lord would have enough evidence to correct the wrong of my beloved husband. No wonder my so-called husband was able to trick the church who also lured me to take off the safety and protection order and stop me from getting a separation that I so long for. On my dying bed I made copies of telephone bills showing his immoral communication with a worker in the church at Athlone but there was still no sufficient evidence……… The church that should be a place of refuge became a place of torment for me. I hope you can also enjoy your new relationship with Sheila, I learnt you told some of your church members that I asked her to look after my kids because I was sick in the hospital whereas she keeps malice with me just because of your sex romp with her. Oti, you left my children at home for two days and went to sleep with your girl friend in Athlone. You also asked my under-aged children to travel on bus to Athlone by themselves while I was on the hospital bed. I loved you but you failed me and you know it.
The bitter pill that I have to swallow is the fact that I can no longer be there for my lovely girls .Their beloved father despised them so because I could not make a male child (you claimed that I was unable to have a boy child because I did not drink from the anointing oil which you asked me to drink and that makes you detest me too). I am deeply sorry that I did not drink it; maybe that would have spared me of some lashes. Our lovely first daughter at age twelve said, “Mummy I don’t think I will get married” This is as a result of the abuse that my child suffered from our marriage… If you are a loved one and you know my daughter, please help me say to her that marriage is to be enjoyed and not endured….. I want her to be married and make me proud!
Oti, why do you always run away from your problems rather than resolving them? You left Nigeria because of your involvement in fraud at the bank which you never resolved. As I speak you owe my mother a sum of one million, two hundred thousand naira which you have no plan to repay. How come you had issues even with your own sibling in the U.K to such an extent that you poisoned her…..? That is the more reason why I was so scared for my life. You are such a difficult person, the community welfare officer , our GP, Olive at Hartstown , the Child protection unit at Finglas and our father in the Lord tried their best to advise you to no avail. You were not ready to make me happy.
Noble Jagha, you wanted me dead as soon as possible. I still wonder why you refused to come with me for separation times and again when I asked that we should part ways. I know your intent may be to make gains from my years of labour at Anpost. I worked so hard to pay the rent, to feed us and even paid some of your fees to pursue your MBA. Despite all my effort you were never satisfied, even on my sick bed you demanded for money…..I hope you are happy that you have them all and you can feed your numerous girlfriends with them. I plead with you and I besiege all that reads this to appeal to you that you do the following after my demise which is of utmost importance (I hope you will heed advice for once).
1. That you may put in trust/fixed deposit for my daughters all monies raised from my burial and benefits from my workplace having paid all expenses incurred and other personal loan taking from my friends during my period of illness. My daughters need to know I care for them even in my grave.
2. That, I have a will in which I have named the executors to my will and joint custodians of our children. The lawyer will keep you posted in due course, please adhere!
3. Oti you can also pay any money that you owe from the monies before the account is opened.
4. Kindly pay my mother the money you owe her too before the account is fixed.
5. I want my mother to be a part of my children’s life, please don’t deprive her.
6. Oti make peace with my family and friends (stop making enemies out of the people that helps me).
Oti, it may surprise you but I have to let you know that I have the password to your facebook account and email accounts! How come I am not on your friend list? Why did you also refuse to tell me the cause of your mother’s death? I know she died of cancer! Hmmmm
Oti does not love me; he could not stay with me in sickness despite the fact that I loved him more than my children. Hhmmmm
I hope my mother can forgive me for not heeding her advice in respect of my choice of marriage and I pray that God gives her and my father the fortitude to bear this irreparable lost.
It is too late to cry when the head is off.
Thank you for not leaving me alone in my time of troubles and needs my sisters, thank you sister for going to Olive’s school, please follow up with Emmanuel as planned, I don’t want my children to suffer. I am so worried …..I am tired.
I don’t want you people to go, don’t leave me alone. I want someone to sleep here with me tonight.
signed.
Omodolapo GoodGod
27/04/2013.
It is indeed agonizing to write this story; it is about our beloved daughter Yetunde Omodolapo Olotu Jagha, she had a happy and enviable childhood, committed parents, a dream secondary school, her dream university and graduated a truthful, fulfilled, Christ- loving adult.
1. Yetunde Omodolapo had just gained an admission into the federal University of Technolo
2. The entire (Idano) betrothal obligation that was expected to be provided by the husband’s family according to Yoruba tradition was not provided. We bore the cost of these betrothal obligations: the entertainment at the engagement ceremony and the after-marriage party. This was done in good faith just as we accepted the husband in all sincerity not minding his financial status. We took him as a son.
3. Not long after the birth of their first child, news started filtering to my wife and I that Oti as the husband was fondly called stayed out late and had at some stages beat his wife even with belt. “I wonder why my daughter had to undergo this brutish act, despite the fact that she was betrothed to him a virgin; a virtuous woman she was!
4. In this quest my daughter departed to Dublin, he continued in his night crawling; leaving their little child alone all the time. He was also involved in loads of unhealthy relationship with strange women. This information became known to through his driver when my wife and I stayed a night in his house while he was said to have traveled. He even brought home women laundry. We did not inform our daughter about this discovery because we wanted to save their marriage which was at the verge of dissolution. Hence, we encouraged Oti to join his wife.
5 The first sign of financial unreliability we experienced from Mr. Jagha was when my wife’s nephew who lived in London sent Oti some money to be deposited into his bank account in a bank where Oti worked in Ibadan,Nigeria. Up till date, the money has not been recovered from him.
6 Then came his involvement in fraud which led to his flee from Nigeria. My wife also loaned him an amount of N1.2 million to repay his debt but he did not. Instead, he used the money as fare to flee Nigeria to London while he abandoned the entire family belongings. The Criminal Investigative Department officers that were laying siege on their home were subsequently led to us in Akure from Ibadan by his office driver with a view to apprehending me. This great loss of assets and dignity was another reason our late daughter became fed up with the unwholesome corrupt life style of this ignoble Oti as a husband. But after his pressure on us by incessant telephone calls and the fact that their innocent first, nursery age child was with him, also suffering in London, we persuaded our daughter to allow him join her in Dublin hoping that he would change for the better. Unfortunately, he never changed, he proved correct the Yoruba adage which says “the character of a man never leaves him because it is in- borne.” He started his ignoble life style; fighting his wife over allowances from government that was meant for the children’s maintenance, the wife’s earnings from her daily toils, and his free life style. Rather than pick up a job to join in the maintenance of the family, he prefers to loiter the street in quest for flings and speaking on the phone for hours with women.
7 He finally made his wife to have another pregnancy that gave them the twin baby girls for which reason the stone- hearted husband abandoned the wife in the hospital because none of the twins is a male child. From that time, he boasted to me several times on telephone, that he must have a male child from any other source. He hated the idea of our daughter not having a male child, he blamed and frustrated her for it even unto death. I pleaded with him that countries like Britain, Germany, India, Liberia etc had females as head of governments of their countries but this meant nothing to his resolute decision.
8. Jagha was accused severally of having affairs with married women in the church whose husbands in return made dolapo’s life a living hell sending her texts and emails of curses and of threatening nature coupled with what she was facing at home and having to work 6 days a week to maintain the whole family, not long after, our daughter was diagnosed of breast cancer. According to Mr. Jagha, he knew when the attack (Satanic Arrow) was sent to him and the wife but he dodged it while his wife could not. He did not agree with the wife to see a doctor when the lump was initially found and disagreed it should be removed when advised by doctors. He insisted on prayer alone and our daughter succumbed to his wicked advice wanting to be obedient. However when it worsened she had to be hospitalized. The husband‘s main concern all the time had not always been the health of the wife but to extort money for his free life style, even though he refused to take up any Job. The wife finally had to approach the court for a safety and protection order/ judicial separation when she could no longer bear the physical and mental abuse she suffered in the hands of Oti. The church persuaded our daughter to withdraw any legal action which she did in obedience. The church claimed that Oti resolved to be of good behavior and pleaded return back to their home which he had abandoned with the family car so that dolapo had to trek with the children to school in bad weather while under treatment until her condition grew worse, he was never supportive despite all appeal to him from quarters including his wife until she was moved to the hospice.
9. From the Yoruba perspective, it should be inferred that the so-called arrow of cancer was Oti’s diabolic act. So that once the wife was eliminated; he would be free to marry another wife as permitted by Christian faith, he had promised a certain lady in the church he was having an affair with that he would marry her when his wife dies, this was revealed to dolapo by the lady’s friends. It may surprise you that this man is a “PASTOR.” One is therefore surprised that such an ignoble Mr. Noble Jagha could be appointed a Pastor of that reputable church in which he worships even against his wife’s plea that he needed to change, grow and restitute (she was ignored). As the father of late Yetunde Omodolapo, it is my conclusion that her husband was responsible for her untimely cruel death; out of demonic acts and charms, long drawn oppression and neglect even on her final sick bed.
Oti was the primary killer while cancer was just a secondary cause of death, and why is this not a surprise for someone who tried to kill his own blood sister. Throughout the time she was hospitalized her friends and church members drew a 24hrs roaster to take turns in taking care of her. The husband turned up once in a while to see if she was still breathing and urges her to transfer money to his account every week. He stole her bank card at the hospital and robbed her a sum of One thousand Euros plus and transferred money from the deceased’s account to an unknown account of a man in Athlone (An elder in the church whom we gathered he owes) and also fuelled his car and enjoyed the luxury of our daughters stipend in company of her girlfriends in Athlone on the grounds that he was getting paid for looking after his own children. We reliably gathered that on the day our daughter died, her estranged husband’s first concern was seizure of the death certificate and the approach of her late wife’s office for information of how to collect her terminal retirement financial benefits. How dare you lay claim on the benefit of a woman you cruelly hated and sent to her early grave, and whose corpse was yet to be buried? This is unacceptable Mr Jagha!
10. When Mr. Jagha arrived Dublin, I advised him to engage himself in a meaningful employment from which he would be able to earn good money from which he could repay and restitute the embezzled money from the bank and become a free man rather than hide in Europe. He bluntly refused; the image of a wanted criminal meant nothing to him.
11. One could see, therefore, why late Yetunde could never be comfortable with a man without a conscience. A man who chose to cover his slothful, ignoble, secret and sinful life style with the title of a “PASTOR”. This accounts for his hidden agenda to eliminate his wife for not bearing a male child.
12 Mr. Noble Oritsetimeyin Jagha boasted several times that he would assemble his prayer warriors and hold vigils to hasten her death; no wonder my daughter was not shocked when she saw the prayer points in Noble Jagha’s purse which he forgot at the hospice while he came to ask for money from the wife as usual; the prayer-point stated that God should strike Yetunde’s heart and that she should do no other thing except what he (Jagha) orders her to do. Little wonder, if this is the ideal prayer that a dying woman required on her sick bed. When she even pleaded with her husband to pray for her, he bluntly refused.
On the night before the death of my daughter, while my daughter could hardly speak, he was in another bout of accusations about who said what about who reported to the child-protection agency that he left the kids at home for two days on a row to go to school and sleep all by themselves while he visited his concubine in Athlone while Yetunde was at the hospice. Now that she is dead, how then, can Mr. Noble Jagha suddenly develop sincere love and concern for these innocent female children after the death of their mother? We are aware that you see them as your meal ticket/money bag and nothing else…….
The wicked shall not go unpunished therefore; a so-called pastor who has not a fruit of the spirit to show for the prayer power he claims to demonstrate is another Elymasthe sorcerer and shall disappear into hell suddenly as such at God’s appointed time. Therefore, no one seeking the true God, and therefore true success, true prosperity here on earth, and eternal life for that matter, should worship under such a pastor regardless of what powers of prayer he demonstrates (Matt 7 -21-23). God’s word stand for ever “Surely the wicked shall be caught in his own craftiness; he shall not go scot-free.
13 As our daughter is interred into her eternal rest, all parents, friends, on lookers must strive hard that their children, and relations do not fall into the nets of the satanic wicked spouse. Christian churches of the living God should strive hard that they do not hire pastors like the ignoble; Satan- possessed Mr. Noble Jagha that will send their innocent worshippers into eternal doom.
Yetunde, my beloved daughter, rest in perfect peace, in the bosom of the living God of vengeance till we meet to part no more.
Mrs.Omodolapo Yetunde Olotu-Jagha(1971-2013)
So pathetic!the wicked wil not go unpunished,may her soul RIP