By Harrison Essien
Hello married women,
DISCUSSING YOUR HUSBAND’S SEXUAL ABILITY WITH YOUR FRIENDS COULD BE DANGEROUS.
When 33-year-old Janet Ekpe got married to her husband, Sunday Ekpe in 2012, they exchanged marital vows for better or worse in the presence of God and the congregation.
Eight years after today, that marriage has ended on a tragic note in Zumbagwe, a remote community in Karu Local Government Area, Nasarawa State as Janet poisoned her husband on suspicion that he was dating her best friend.
As if that was not enough, Janet also accused her husband, of starving her of sex while satisfying her best friend with same.
Janet recalled that she had got used to having marathon sex with Ekpe since they got married only for him to slow down after her second child and later withdrew completely.
She said she grew tired of her husband giving excuses night after night as to why he was no longer able to deliver in bed and even telling her on occasions to fantasize about the good old times in order to satisfy her sexual urge.
Matters came to a head when Janet realised that her husband had fallen in love with her best friend who happened to be a widow. She came to the conclusion that her husband no longer had time for her because his attention had shifted to her friend.
To her, the best way to deal with the situation was to terminate Ekpe’s life so that she would live a life devoid of psychological trauma.
She did not only kill Ekpe, she also chopped off his manhood, perhaps to forestall the possibility of her randy husband engaging another woman in an affair in the world beyond.
She confessed to the Police that she did not know that her late husband was dating her best friend until about three years ago.
“Since then, he stopped sleeping with me; he began to starve me sexually while satisfying my best friend. When we got married eight years ago, sex seemed to be the only thing on my husband’s mind. He was always in the mood. We would make love three or four times before morning, and when he woke up, he would be ready to continue. There were days he skipped work and we would spend the whole day making love. We had sex in the bathroom, in the kitchen and anywhere it caught our fancy in the house. I became used to constant sex through him and also became the envy of my close friends, including my best friend who he later fell in love with. She said.
Janet added that “Whenever we shared stories of our exploits in bed, my friends felt I had the best man and jokingly begged me to allow them to have my husband just for a day because their husbands could not satisfy them in bed.
She added that her husband stopped giving her attention, prompting her to report the matter to his parents in the village and some of his relations around, but he ignored their invitation.
“Within this period, my husband started keeping late night, which was very unusual of him. Unknown to me, my best friend, Hellen, who is a widow, started keeping distance with me, while some of my friends started hinting that she and my husband were dating. I monitored them closely and caught them five times in a drinking joint in new Nyanyan.” She said
According to her “The worst was the day I saw a text message from Hellen in my husband’s phone, thanking him for giving him the best sexual satisfaction ever in her life the previous day. I was devastated. I felt sick and angry. I was hurt that my own husband could do this to me. At this point, he stopped coming back home most times and resorted to sleeping in hotels with Hellen. I felt like a single mum and it upset me. I confronted Hellen and told her she was hurting me and that their relationship was getting stronger while they were not taking my feelings into consideration. I used to love and trust my husband but he turned me into something I never knew I could become: a murderer. I killed him. I poisoned him and watched him die in our bedroom, painfully.
Janet said she mixed a deadly, colourless, tasteless and odourless substance in his meal and drinking water which destroyed his intestines immediately. He cried and struggled uncontrollably after taking the meal. He gave up after an hour and I used a sharp blade and knife to chop off his penis, place it on his chest as evidence of what killed him.”
“Mr Sunday (Ekpe), a cheating, filthy, lying bastard, ought to die for me to live. I deserve to live because I am human and have blood flowing in my veins.”
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