I lost my husband through a mysterious illness. Just within one week, he started crying, “My head, my head!” I took him to the hospital and called his family, saying, “Look, I don’t know what is wrong with my husband.” His temperature was so high, and the doctors were doing everything to save him. After 24 hours, he slipped into a coma, and I didn’t know what happened. As I speak to you right now, there has not been any diagnosis to explain what actually happened to him. Unfortunately, he did not come out of that coma and passed away.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
I have two children, two little boys — one is seven, and the other is only four. We were living happily until that fateful night when my husband started crying about his head. Whatever it was, I have no clue. I had already informed his family. My father had passed away, so I called his mother and his four brothers, telling them what was happening. One of his brothers came after three days of his illness while he was still in a coma. He was there when the doctor called us and told us that my husband had passed away.
I was devastated. My brother-in-law told me that I should pack a few things and head to the village, as that was the custom. Following his instructions, I packed my belongings, took my two little children, and went to the village. I stayed there as they made all the funeral arrangements. They took my husband’s bank cards and other documents, claiming it was part of the process. I didn’t resist because I was still receiving some financial support from them while in the village. They said that as a widow, I had to stay there until all the necessary rites were performed.
My parents were no more, and I only had one uncle — my mother’s brother — who wasn’t well. I didn’t have many people to support me. Long story short, on the day of the funeral, there were many meetings. Some women, who introduced themselves as “the daughters of the village,” came forward. They accused me of being responsible for my husband’s death. They claimed that if I wanted to prove my innocence, I had to comply with their demands.
I told them I could do anything to prove my innocence. How could I kill my own husband? The man who had been there for me, who cared for me and our children? I would never do such a thing. I was ready to prove my innocence in any way possible.
After a while, they brought out a calabash filled with dirty water. They explained that the only way I could prove my innocence was by drinking the water that had been used to wash my late husband’s body. I was horrified. I asked, “Are you kidding me?” How could I drink water that was clearly contaminated? This was the water used to bathe someone who had already been dead for a while, who had gone through embalming and other procedures.
I refused. I told them I was willing to swear on anything — bring me a Bible, anything — but I would not drink that water. They insisted that if I did not drink it, I would be considered guilty of killing my husband. Despite their threats, I refused to drink the water.
After the funeral, they took everything that belonged to my husband. However, I refused to let them take my children. I told them that if they tried to take my children, they might as well eliminate me. Thankfully, they relented and allowed me to keep my children.
Now, I am back in the house my husband bought in the city. However, I don’t know where the papers for the house are. All the documents are missing, and many other things have disappeared from the house. I am just grateful to still have a roof over my head. What will happen next, I don’t know. Since they have taken the papers, I don’t know if they will try to sell the house. I am unsure of what will happen to my children or to me.
I have seen things like this happen in movies, but I never believed it could happen to me. I never thought it was real until it happened. The idea that someone would be forced to drink the water used to wash a corpse to prove their innocence is disgusting.
Please, share this story with your audience. Has anyone experienced something like this? Have people actually drunk such water, and if so, what happened to them? I just want to understand what’s going on.
I am safe with my children, and I have a good job. Even if they take everything, they can’t take away my job, so I will be fine. But I wonder if anything will happen since I refused to drink the water. Is there any repercussion according to their culture? I know I did nothing wrong to my husband. I loved him and wish he were still here with me to help raise our children. I will always cherish the days we had together. They were irreplaceable.
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