Due to the solid foundation I was given by my folks, I was financially independent by the time I was twenty-four. My hard work also made the path smoother for me. As someone who joined the mines to work as a machine operator, I considered it a great accomplishment when I became a member of the interview panel after receiving a promotion.

I earned well but most importantly, I am good with money. I am not someone who spends money unnecessarily. I manage my finances quite well and chose to invest in property when I got the chance.

It was at that stage of my life that I met Junior. He was a teacher when I met him. While I was twenty-four, he was thirty-one. I didn’t mind what he did for a living. Or how much he earned for a living. I knew that if we got married, I would support him financially to run the home. So all that mattered to me was that he was a decent man who earned an honest living.

He, on the other hand, didn’t see things my way. He felt he wasn’t living up to his full potential working as a teacher. He wanted more from life than circumstances presented him. Time after time, I heard him complain bitterly about his salary. “Isn’t that amount you earn sufficient for you?” I would ask. “If I was earning more, I would have done this and that by now,” he would answer.

During one of his usual rants one day, I suggested, “Why don’t you learn how to operate a heavy-duty machine? It will bring better opportunities your way.” He listened to me and attended a training institute that helped him acquire the skills needed. Four months after he was done, there was a vacancy for backhoe operators in our company. I told him about it and helped him apply.

We were so hopeful when he got called for an interview. However, he didn’t pass the interview. Had it not been for my help, that opportunity would have passed him by. It’s a good thing I was on the interview panel. I used that position to pull some strings and influence the hiring process. And he ended up among the selected few who were hired.

He proposed marriage to me two months after he passed his probation period. The day we got married was one of the happiest days of my life. The first year of our marriage was like an unending honeymoon. Everything was perfect that year. But the next year was something else.

My doting husband became a man I could no longer recognize. He would leave home for work and not return until the next morning. When I complained, he dismissed my concerns saying, “Why are you acting like an immature and naive young woman?” Whatever he meant by that, I have no idea.

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When I told my mother-in-law that her son was sleeping outside, she told me he would change. “Keep praying for him and give him time. Eventually, he will sober up and settle down,” she counseled. I knew he wasn’t like this from the beginning so I too had hope that he would change.

One night, he came home late. When I confronted him, he pushed me to the floor. I was three months pregnant at the time. We lost the baby that night. When he came to his senses, he rushed me to the hospital. I was on admission for three days. Upon my return, I filed for a divorce but he refused to sign the papers.

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The house we lived in belongs to me. I built it before we got married. Together, we own a joint property in another town. When the court date for the divorce hearing approached, he fled, abandoning his job in the process. Rumour has it he has traveled abroad.

Last week, I received a threatening message from an unknown number warning me not to enter our joint property. I went to check my drawer and discovered that he has taken the documents and the keys to our joint house, as well as the spare keys to my personal house, which I had built before our marriage. I have no idea where he is. Please what actions do I take to protect my properties? I need all the advice I can get.

— Flora

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