This touching letter was written by
Ireland-based Nigerian, late Mrs.
Omodolapo Yetunde Jagha(Nee Olotu) also
known as Dolapo GoodGod who was
buried in Ireland few years ago. I read it
and felt it will be wrong of me not to
share it with my friends.
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

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Hmmmm......its wrong 4 a man 2 hit his wife, dis I learnt frm my family......nw bck to d letter, there's so much bitterness, it's simply impossible to enter heaven with unforgiveness.......I hope she forgave the adamu.....

This is so sad

When we tell people in abused marriages to divorce before they are killed by their husbands

They call us feminist, now look

only weak people hit women even though women can be annoying.

Looking at 'the tribe of origin'!

Surprise-surprise!
Awon 'omoluabi'!
The original 'women-killers'!

Hmmmm! All is well.

@ d poster above me,his name is Jahga....definitely not omoluabi.

RIP to her!

Kanwuliajeje:
Looking at 'the tribe of origin'!

Surprise-surprise!
Awon 'omoluabi'!
The original 'women-killers'!

ahannn
When you become kanwuliajeje

So otidi born again?

You're now gentle

Ok so to the matter it means some women choose to die as Mrs?why die in emotional pain and so much resentment? What kind of life is that?

SAMBARRY:
ahannn
When you become kanwuliajeje

So otidi born again?

You're now gentle

Ok so to the matter it means some women choose to die as Mrs?why die in emotional pain and so much resentment? What kind of life is that?

In AFRICA?
Where you dey go?
As of today. . . .I am 'kanwuliajejely'!
After slapping ONE OF SEUN OSEWA'S HARLOTS today!!!
Muchechechechecheche

Kanwuliajeje:


In AFRICA?
Where you dey go?
As of today. . . .I am 'kanwuliajejely'!
After slapping ONE OF SEUN OSEWA'S HARLOTS today!!!
Muchechechechecheche

well, only a woman that is healthy, hale and hearty that can be a mother.in the ops scenario the woman died a useless death.a death of emotional anguish and pain and of course the gates are wide opened for him.it's only the kids that I feel sorry for. They're the ones that will be at the mercy of his various loose women except they aren't little

If she claims she's at the right hand of God how about the kids? When she was writing the useless letter did she put the kids into consideration?obviously not

SAMBARRY:
well, only a woman that is healthy, hale and hearty that can be a mother.in the ops scenario the woman died a useless death.a death of emotional anguish and pain and of course the gates are wide opened for him.it's only the kids that I feel sorry for. They're the ones that will be at the mercy of his various loose women except they aren't little

I ask again.
In places like 'SATAN-FORSAKEN' Africa. . .Where would the women go?

2026 loun loun?

Wetin you do seun?

Kanwuliajeje:


In AFRICA?
Where you dey go?
As of today. . . .I am 'kanwuliajejely'!
After slapping ONE OF SEUN OSEWA'S HARLOTS today!!!
Muchechechechecheche

Kanwuliajeje:


I ask again.
In places like 'SATAN-FORSAKEN' Africa. . .Where would the women go?

can't they pick the pieces of THEIr lives and RESTART their lives all over again?

Don't they have jobs,friends, siblings

So their lives is so invaluable that OF they don't have dignity in their marriage, death is preferable. Chaiiiii

SAMBARRY:
can't they pick the pieces of THEIr lives and RESTART their lives all over again?

Don't they have jobs,friends, siblings

So their lives is so invaluable that OF they don't have dignity in their marriage, death is preferable. Chaiiiii

E nor easy o.
Have the friends and siblings solved their own 'battered lives'?

Kanwuliajeje:


E nor easy o.
Have the friends and siblings solved their own 'battered lives'?

well that's true though.

This is touching.... .. .

Kanwuliajeje:
Looking at 'the tribe of origin'!

Surprise-surprise!
Awon 'omoluabi'!
The original 'women-killers'!

Is starch and banga local to Awon omoluabi?