Betrayed by my husband crushed by this wicked lagos

TITLE: BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, CRUSHED BY THIS WICKED LAGOS CHAPTER 1: SUFFERING UNDER THE LAGOS BURNING SUN The Sun in Lagos is not just light; it is a weapon created by the Devil to torture the Poor. By exactly 11:00 AM, the heat rising from the broken tarred roads of Ajegunle felt like standing inside a burning oven. The asphalt melted slightly, threatening to peel the skin off anyone foolish enough to trek without shoes. Dust mixed with black smoke from Danfo buses and exhaust fumes to create a thick cloud that choked the throat and turned faces into "Masquerade artwork". Welcome to Lagos — The so-called Centre of Excellence but truly the CENTRE OF SUFFERING. A cursed city where Money is God and Poverty is Sin. While the "Big Men" on Victoria Island enjoy freezing Air Conditioner and cold wine, the poor masses in Ajegunle, Alimosho and Oshodi breathe fire, dust and bitterness. In the midst of this chaotic madness stood Ebhere. Thirty years old but looking like a woman of fifty. She balanced a heavy wooden tray of Bread and Groundnut Cake upon her head—her only weapon against the hunger waiting in her one-room apartment. Once upon a time in her village, she was the "Rose of the Land". Men used to run mad just to catch a glimpse of her beauty. But Lagos... this wicked city had chewed her youth, swallowed her glory and spat her out as "Old Rag". Her legs were swollen bigger than Lagos BRT tyres due to constant trekking, and her bare feet were cracked wider than Badagry Expressway during Dry Season. "Mama Kamso! Bring that Bread here fast before Hunger kill me like Village Goat!" A market woman screamed from inside her kiosk amidst the noise of shouting traders and aggressive Agberos. Ebhere dragged her aching body slowly towards the shade. As she collected her miserable profit of Two Hundred Naira, her mind drifted heavily back home to Room 4, Compound 7. That single "Human Cage" she shared with her greatest mistake—Jide. Her Husband. A man created by God as "Male" but acting purely as "Parasite". Inside Room 4... The air inside was thick, smelling of stale sweat, poverty and cheap local gin popularly called "Paraga". Stretched across the torn foam mattress like a King resting in his Palace lay Jide. Thirty-four years old, with a sharp handsome face and broad shoulders—yet possessing the brain of a Lizard and the spirit of a House Rat. He was snoring so loud that his noise competed favourably with Unregistered Generator at Oshodi Market. Empty bottles of alcohol surrounded him like loyal disciples worshipping their useless god. On the dirty raffia mat at the corner sat Kamso (7 Years Old) and Nkechi (5 Years Old)—Ebhere’s two innocent victims of bad marriage and wicked Lagos government. Kamso was intelligent but thin like broomstick with big yellow eyes showing signs of Malaria and Kwashiorkor. Little Nkechi scratched furiously at her scalp where Ringworm had eaten deep into her tender skin. "Brother..." Nkechi whispered tearfully while scratching until blood almost came out. "Tell me true... Is Papa's real occupation 'Sleeping Competition'? He sleeps more than Lizard resting on a cool wall! Even when Mosquitoes are biting him, he refuses to wake up!" Kamso sighed deeply like an Old Man burdened by the troubles of the world. He fanned his weak sister with a dirty paper. "My Small Sister, do not disturb our 'Royal Father'. Papa says 'Hard Work is for Fools and Mugu'. He calls himself 'Destiny Manager'. He is waiting for 'Lagos Magic'—he believes that one day, Money will fall from the sky like Rain just because he is 'Handsome'. Mama is the Father AND Mother. Mama carries the Family on her bleeding head while Papa carries nothing but his big Stomach and Empty Pride." By 4:00 PM, Ebhere staggered back home looking exactly like Woman running for her life from Area Boys. She dropped her heavy tray with a loud thud and collapsed against the wooden door, panting heavily. Her dress was soaked with sweat and dust; her feet were bleeding from stepping on broken bottles and nails scattered carelessly by wicked neighbours. But before she could even catch her breath, Mr. Big Man Jide jumped up from his sleep with supernatural speed—the kind of energy he NEVER uses for work. He rushed towards her not to offer water or help, but to attack her ragged purse like Police Officer searching for Bribe. "WOMAN!" He roared, eyes red like Peppered Ponmo meat. "How much 'Harvest' did you bring home today? This cursed Lagos hates me with passion! Even God has forgotten my Address! Is it crime to be Handsome AND Hungry? Can you not feed a King like me properly?" Ebhere stared at this shameless creature she foolishly married. A man who looks Sharp like Barber’s Mirror but completely Useless like Broken Broom. Tears mixed with dust on her cheeks. "Jide..." She whispered painfully. "I trekked from Alimosho all the way to Iyana-Ipaja under Sun hot enough to Roast Fish! My legs are failing me! I sold only One Thousand Eight Hundred Naira (₦1,800) the whole day! Look at Kamso... his eyes are turning Yellow like Palm Oil. Nkechi’s Ringworm is eating her brain like Soldier Ants in Dead Rat. We need Food and Medicine... not your Empty Noise!" "Medicine?" Jide scoffed loudly, snatching the money faster than Area Boy collecting Toll Gate Fee. "You want to waste 'Good Money' on 'Small Body Itch'? I have Headache bigger than Third Mainland Bridge from Empty Stomach! Listen Woman... I met Madam Chioma today—the Rich Woman selling Cement and Blocks at Mile 2 Junction. She looked at me and smiled like Hungry Cat seeing Fresh Fish. She whispered: 'Jide my King... why do you waste your Fine Body suffering inside Ajegunle dust?'" At the mention of that Name, Ebhere’s blood instantly turned into Frozen Ice. Madam Chioma! The whole of Lagos knew that Wicked Woman. A fat, wealthy Businesswoman based in Victoria Island. Old enough to be Jide’s Senior Sister or even Mother! Her rich husband chased her away years ago because her Womb is dry like 'Land Without Rain'—she cannot give birth. Now, she hunts for handsome young men like wild animals—buying them cars, clothes and comfort in exchange for being her "Bed Warmers". She destroys families just to satisfy her ego. "JIDE LISTEN TO ME!" Ebhere screamed in fear, holding her trembling children close to her chest. "That Woman is Witch inside Expensive Lace Bubu! She feeds on Men’s Destiny! She will chew you raw and spit your bones inside Lagos Lagoon! Do not exchange your Home and Children for Sugar that will soon turn into Bitter Kola!" Jide laughed—a sound loud, empty and annoying like Drum beaten by Mad Man at Wedding Party. "YOU FOOLISH WOMAN!" He shouted, spitting saliva everywhere. "You think I am MAD to remain here suffering with 'Broomstick Wife' like you? Look at yourself! You look exactly like 'Dried Fish from Badagry Beach'! Madam Chioma treats Men like Kings inside Air Conditioner while you treat me like 'Common House Rat'! I am tired of being 'Chief Beggar' because of YOU and these two 'Hunger Contractors' you call my Children!" With wicked force, he shoved Ebhere against the wooden wall. Her head hit hard, stars danced before her eyes. Seeing his Mother fall, brave little Kamso picked up a stick and rushed to attack his Giant Father. "LEAVE MY MAMA ALONE YOU BAD Man!" The boy screamed with tears. But Jide—coward that he was—kicked the defenseless child aside like Stone blocking Road. Kamso crashed to the floor crying bitterly while Nkechi screamed in terror. "GET OUT OF MY WAY SMALL GOAT!" Jide barked. "You and your sister are nothing but Extra Luggage blocking my Glory!" He stormed out of the room smelling of Arrogance and Cheap Gin, slamming the door violently behind him. Days slowly transformed into Weeks. Jide started vanishing from home for two or three days at a time. Whenever he returned, he smelled of expensive French Perfume mixed with pure Madness and Stupidity. He would sit comfortably, drinking beer bought with another woman's money, and insult his suffering wife endlessly. "Ebhere... your Bed is Hard like Lagos Road during Rainy Season!" He would mock shamelessly. "Madam Chioma’s Bed is soft like Cloud and smells like Paradise! You feed me Garri without Sugar while she feeds me Fresh Chicken and Cold Juice! You are POISON to my Destiny!" The deepest wound was inflicted one afternoon inside the madness of Oshodi Market. Ebhere was struggling to carry heavy Bags of Pure Water through thick mud and chaotic crowd. Suddenly, amidst the noise of yellow buses and shouting traders, she saw him. Jide! He was sitting comfortably inside a shining White Lexus Jeep beside Madam Chioma—whose massive body was shaking dangerously like Pounded Yam inside Big Wooden Mortar. Jide wore thick Gold Chain big like Cow Rope around his neck, chewing roasted meat he never sweat to earn. He looked proud and clean like "Lekki Big Boy". But the moment his eyes caught sight of his wife—dirty, sweating and wading through Oshodi mud like Common Slave—he quickly turned his face away like Ostrich hiding from Hunter. He pretended he did not know this suffering woman was the Mother of his Children! That day, Ebhere stood in the rain and dust, weeping silently while strangers jostled past her. "God... why?" Her heart screamed in agony. "Is this my Reward for Loyalty and Hard Work? To be despised while the foolish man I married enjoys stolen comfort?" But Destiny reserved the Final Betrayal for a Hot Tuesday Afternoon—the day that shattered Ebhere's World completely. Kamso developed sudden High Fever. His body burned like Firewood while Nkechi cried from hunger and pain. Ebhere rushed home early hoping to borrow money from neighbours to buy medicine. But as she pushed open the creaking door, her blood ran cold in her veins. MR. FUTURE GOVERNOR JIDE was busy packing his rags inside a brand new Leather Bag! He wore shiny black shoes bright like Mirror at Computer Village and a starched white shirt. He looked every inch the "Big Boy" bought with another woman's gold. "JIDE... WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Ebhere’s voice cracked like dry stick. "Are you abandoning your Home? Abandoning your Sick Children?" Jide looked at her with eyes blinded completely by "Island Money Magic". No trace of Love or Remorse remained. Only Pure Greed and Disgust. "YES! YES!! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!!" He roared triumphantly. "I AM LEAVING THIS SUFFERING STATION FOREVER! Madam Chioma has blessed me! She gave me a House in Lekki Phase 1, Official Car and Unlimited Respect! YOU... You are nothing but 'Bad Luck' dressed in Rags! You blocked my Path to Greatness! I refuse to remain 'Chief House-Husband' for the rest of my life because of Poverty and YOU!" Ebhere collapsed flat onto the dirty floor, grabbing tightly onto his trouser legs with bleeding hands. Tears poured uncontrollably now. "PLEASE JIDE... I BEG YOU IN THE NAME OF GOD!" She wept bitterly. "Look at Kamso burning with Fever! Look at Nkechi scratching her skin raw! Do not throw your Seeds inside Fire just because of 'Old Fat Yam'! That Woman will finish you like Palm Kernel crushed by Stone! Return to us my Husband... We shall suffer together but we shall never part!" But Jide kicked her hands away with brutal strength—the strength reserved for beating Defenseless Women. "LET GO OF ME YOU 'DRIED LEAF'!!!" He screamed with pure Hatred. "I CHOOSE MONEY OVER MISERY!!! In this Wicked Lagos, Hunger is bigger than Empty Love! If you die here with these 'Hunger Demons', IT IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS! I AM GOING TO ENJOY LIFE WHILE YOU ROT IN POVERTY!!!" He wrenched himself free and stormed out of the room without looking back. From her position on the floor, Ebhere watched through tear-blurred eyes as he jumped happily into Madam Chioma’s waiting Jeep. As they zoomed away laughing loudly like Wicked Spirits, they deliberately drove through a dirty puddle—splashing black muddy water all over Ebhere’s face and ragged dress just like Lagos Government showing 'Mercy' to the Common Poor Man. Silence finally entered the tiny room wearing heavy Iron Boots. Outside, the Lagos Sun began setting, casting long shadows of Despair. Kamso and Nkechi crawled to embrace their Mother, crying loudly enough to wake the Ancestors resting inside Ikorodu Cemetery. Mosquitoes gathered in thousands to feast on the suffering family. Ebhere sat amidst the filth, poverty and heartbreak. Strangely, fresh tears refused to fall anymore. Her Heart was broken completely into tiny sharp pieces like Broken Plate mixed inside Garri. "God of the Suffering Poor..." She whispered hoarsely while kissing her children’s burning foreheads. "I married a Man who is truly GOAT dressed inside Agbada. Lagos burns us with Fire by Day and bites us with Mosquitoes by Night. Neighbours gossip about us like Radio Station broadcasting evil news. And now... my Husband—the supposed Protector—has sold his Soul and Children for Gold just to warm the bed of an Old Witch." She looked around her miserable room, then raised her face towards the leaking roof and cursed the wickedness of Fate. But slowly, a terrifying Fire of Determination ignited inside her Soul—the Spirit of a True Mother. She pulled her trembling Babies closer until their heartbeats became One. "Sleep well my Two Little Warriors..." She vowed with terrifying calmness. "Your foolish Father has chosen Gold Chain over Child Chain. He chose Comfort over Conscience. But listen carefully to my Sacred Oath today: Even if I must chew Stones to feed you... Even if I sell my Blood at Idi-Araba Hospital to buy your Medicine... Even if Lagos itself rises up to kill us... I SHALL NEVER BOW TO THIS WICKED LAGOS OR FOOLISH MAN! WE SHALL SURVIVE!!!"