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March 25, 2012 – Woman Shares Her Story From The Grave – Ogochukwu Onuchukwu

This one of a kind death story that make you cry as made available by a close family member of a woman named Ogochukwu Onuchukwu who passed away on the 27th of February, 2012 after a brief illness has really touched me.

The story which brought tears to my eyes depicts the kind of evil that goes on in the world today. Read details below……..

My mum is crying. I can see  her from here. She has aged since the last time I saw her. Why does she look so old and why is she so thin? Can someone console her? Can someone make her stop  crying?

I try to get up but I can’t. I try to reach for her, but I’m stuck where I am. It is very dark in here, and very cold, so very cold.

What am I doing here? Where is everybody? Where are my children? I begin to panic, to struggle;  I want to get out of this dark room.

I can hear Uzo calling. She’s calling my name. Then, I see mum again. And I hear Uzo again. I don’t see my children. Where are my children? I can’t see beyond the walls of this dark and cold room.

Uzo calls again.

She sounds desperate to rouse me from my sleep. I am struggling  to wake but I can’t. I open my eyes and they shut of their own accord.

I am powerless to keep them from shutting. And I find as soon as I stop struggling,  my sleep becomes sweet repose. Suddenly I don’t want to wake from it just yet. It is peaceful.

I see mum again, and I see Uzo. Uzo keeps calling. She won’t stop calling. She is crying too, just like mum.

Can someone bring Kamsi and Amanda to me? Can someone bring my babies to me? I need to hug them, Kamsi, especially. Is he crying too and calling out for me? Does he understand that I  am gone? Kamsi will miss me.

He is a special child, you know; Kamsiyochukwu – my son and my first child.

I prayed and longed for his birth. He was the blessing  from above that would seal Kevin’s love for me and give me some footing in his home and some acceptance from his family.

Before Kamsi, I was a nobody in Kevin’s home. I was born the last of nine children, the baby of the family. I was used to love and affection. I was everyone’s baby. I grew up knowing that everyone had my back, I grew up knowing  the safety and security of being the baby of the home. You may then understand  my shock when I stepped out of my home and into new territory with the man of my  dreams only to find that I was really not as special as I had been made to  believe.

Rejection From Husband’s Family

I look back to that day when Kevin took me home to introduce me to my new family. The cold and rude shock of the welcome his brother’s wife gave me  set off an alarm in my head.

These people didn’t think I was special. In fact,  her first words were, ”Kevin, ebe kwa ka isi dute nka?” (Kevin, “Where on earth did you bring this one from?) That would be the first time I would be addressed as “this one” and from  then on, I grappled with the realization that I was not welcome in my new home.

I remember my first Christmas at Ihiala as a new bride. My brother-in-law’s wife would sneer and clap and  refer to me as “Ndi ji ukwu azo akwu” (the people who process palm fruits with  their bare feet). I knew she meant my impoverished home town of Nsukka. She would sing to me all day long telling me the only reason why their brother married me was because of my beauty and complexion.

Now, I lie here and I wonder if I was in my right mind to ignore the several other alarms over my 12- year union with Kevin.

I had to ignore them, I told  myself. I had already taken my vows to be with Kevin until death did us part.

Love Is Blind

They never really wanted me, I  can now see. But I was too blinded by love to realize that. I needed to do  something to cement Kevin’s heart with mine. I needed to remain Kevin’s wife and  to prove to the world that indeed Love would conquer  all.

Her Painful Early Journey To The Grave

When after one year of  marriage there were still no children, the painful journey that sent me to my  grave started.

I went from specialist to specialist, ingested every kind of pill  that promised to boost my fertility. As my desperation grew, so did pressure from Kevin’s family.

My horror-movie life story started playing out; the  horror-movie life that has sent me to an early and cold grave from where I write this letter to my husband.


Ogochukwu Onuchukwu’s Letter To Husband

My sweet Kevin,

We started to fight over  little things. The fights were worse after you visited home or attended any of  your numerous family meetings. You came home one evening and asked me to move out of the bedroom we both shared and into the guestroom downstairs. The next  time you returned from the meeting, you tied me up with a rope and used your belt on me. No one heard my screams.

I remember when you told me that your family had asked you to remarry. You showed me documents of all your numerous landed property including the house we lived in. Your brother was  listed as next of kin. When I asked you about it, your answer rocked the ground  I was standing on. You said, “What have you to show that entitles you to any  stake in this household?” You were referring to my bareness.

It is funny how to my family and friends, I was the beautiful and loving Ogo, whilst to you and your family I  was a worthless piece of rag. You called me barren. I could have fled but your  love and acceptance was of more worth to me than the love and admiration of the  world outside our home. I desperately sought to be loved by you, Kevin.

In your family’s presence I felt unworthy, unloved and unwanted. Yet, I stayed on. I  would make you love me one way or the other and I knew that one sure way would be to produce a child, an heir for you. That was the most important thing to  you.

I began the numerous  procedures, painful procedures, including surgery. I gave myself daily shots. At  some point the needles could no longer pierce my skin. My skin had toughened to  the piercing pain of needles.

After seven years of marriage,  our prayers were answered. God blessed us with our son Kamsiyochukwu, which  means ‘’Just as I asked of the Lord’’. God had intervened and miracles were  about to start happening because for the first time in seven years, my  mother-in-law called me.

Finally I was home. I had been accepted. I was now a woman, a wife and a mother. Finally there was peace. Kamsi will be four in  November.

The miracles stayed with me  because 18 months later through another procedure, Chimamanda was born. Her  birth was bitter sweet for me. Sweet because you Kevin, my husband, and my  in-laws would love me more for bearing a second child, but bitter because this particular birth almost cost me my life.

The doctors had become very concerned.  You see, I had developed too many complications from all the different  procedures I had undergone in the journey to have children and these were beginning to get in the way of normal everyday living. I developed conditions  that had almost become life threatening.   So the doctors sent me off with my new bundle of joy and with a stern warning not to try for another child as I may not be so lucky.

I chuckled, almost gleefully. Why would I want to try for a third child? God had given me a  boy and a girl, what more could I ask for. I was only ever so thankful to God.

Kevin, you and I gave numerous and very generous donations to different churches  in thanksgiving to God. All was well. I was happy and fulfilled. Kevin, you  loved me again. Your family accepted me. Life was good. And all was quiet again.  …………………… For a while.

Then fate struck me a blow. As  if to remind me that my stay in your house was temporary and was never really  going to be peaceful, Kamsi – our son, our first fruit, my pride and joy and the  child that gave me a place in my husband’s home, began to show signs of slowed development; the visits to the doctors resumed, this time on account of Kamsi.

We started seeing therapists. After we’d been from one doctor to another I  decided I had to resort to prayer. I was frightened. I was terrified. I was threatened. I started to feel unwell. I had difficulty breathing. I needed to  see my doctors, Kamsi too. He wasn’t doing too well either. He had difficulty with his speech. He was slow to comprehend things. I did not know for sure what  was wrong with him but I knew all was not well. Not with him and not with me. We were denied visas to the USA because we had overstayed on our last trip on  account of Kamsi’s treatments. So whilst we waited for a lawyer to help us clear up the immigration issues with America, I applied for a UK visa and sought help  in London. But by then, trouble had reared its head at home, again.

Kevin, you  had again become very impatient with me. My fears were fully alive again. The  battles it seemed I had won were again in full rage. My husband, in your irritable impatience and anger, you told me to my face that our son, my Kamsi,  was worthless to you.

You said he was abnormal. You said that our daughter, my Amanda, was a girl and that you had no need for a girl child because she would  someday be married off. I remember, in pain, that you didn’t attend Amanda’s christening because you were upset with me.

You told me your mother was more important to you than “THESE THINGS” I brought to your house. You were referring to our children, were you not? “THESE THINGS”.

My heart bled. I wept  bitterly. Then I quickly calmed my fears by telling myself that you were under a  lot of stress at work and that you were also probably reacting to all the money  that you had spent on my treatments. Surely, all that was getting to you?  Even when you threatened me with a  knife, twice you did that, I still felt unworthy of you and very deserving of  your hatred. Even when you would say: “I will kill you and nothing will happen  because you have no one to fight for you”, I kept on struggling to get you to  love me because, Kevin, your validation was important to me.

You had refused to give me money for my medical trip to London. I knew then it was because you had your  hands full with caring and catering for everybody who was dear to you. Your  finances were stretched. I thought then that in time you would come around.

My health continued to get  worse. Eventually, I made it to London.   After extensive consultations and tests, I was given a definitive diagnosis. My condition was life threatening. It was from this time, when it was  clear that I required surgery to save me life that I came face to face with a  different kind of war from our home.

Kevin, you stopped speaking with me. I was  in pain, in anguish and in tears. I didn’t understand what was happening. I had  stayed three weeks in London and Kevin, you never called, sent a text or inquired how I was faring.

You stopped taking my calls. Instead I got a call  from my cousin in whose care I had left my children. She was frantic with worry because there was no food in the house for the children to eat; Kevin you had refused to provide food for our children. Kevin, you had also refused to pay for Kamsi’s home schooling.

Then Kevin, I received that e-mail from you. The only communication from you for the entire period I was in London.

Do you remember? It was an angry email. You berated me for putting your  integrity at stake at your work place. Apparently your employers had called a  hospital in London to inquire about me and were told that no one by my name was  ever their patient. I  later found out that you had given the wrong  hospital name to your employers. Do you remember, Kevin?

For the first time in my 12  year marriage, the alarm bells in my head began to sound real. For the first  time in 12 years, I felt real anger stir up in my heart. Kevin, I was angry  because you paid no heed to the hospital where your wife was at in London. You had no clue and cared little about what I was going through. Yet you would berate me for putting your INTEGRITY at work at stake.

Your integrity was your  primary concern, not my health.

Then it hit me! All these  years I was trying to be all I could be for you, Kevin, to make you happy, to  please you, Kevin, ……… you actually hated me. You didn’t want me in your life. The signs were all there. Your family had showed me from day one that they didn’t want me. I was the object of a hatred that I could not explain. I couldn’t understand why.

Then I saw the hand writing on  the wall, all those many things that went on. You even sold my car whilst I was still lying on a hospital bed in London, with no word to me. I was not to learn  of what you had done until I returned to Nigeria. The doctors had allowed me to  return to prepare for surgery.

Kevin, do you remember that on my return I gave you a pair of shoes I had bought for you? Kevin, my husband, do  you remember hurling those shoes at me? Kevin, do you remember me breaking down  in tears? Kevin, do you remember me asking you that night, many times over, why  you hated me so much, what I had done to make you hate me as much as you did?

“You are disturbing me, and if you continue, I`ll move out and inform the  company that I no longer live in the house. Then they will come and drive you away”. Kevin, my husband, that was your response to me. Did you know then I only  had days to live?  Is that why you  told me that would be the last time I would see you physically? Did you know it would only be a few more hours?

I still had a surgery to go  through. Kevin, since you wanted no part in it, I had contacted the medical  officer in your company directly for referrals. I left Eket for Lagos on Saturday. That same day I consulted with the specialist surgeon and surgery was scheduled for Monday morning.

In those final hours, as I  prepared for my surgery, I was alone, my spirit was broken. I had lost all the fight in me. Kevin, I knew that nothing I did or said would turn you heart  toward me, and I had nobody for whom you had any regards who would speak up for  me.

In those final hours, Kevin, I called you. This was Sunday morning, less than 24 hours to my death. Do you  remember, Kevin? I called you to share what the specialist surgeon had said. I was still shaking from your screams on the phone when I got in here.

You did not  want me to bother you, you screamed. I should  go to my brothers and sisters,  you screamed. I should pay you back all the money you gave me for my treatment  in London, you screamed. Kevin, did you know that would be my last conversation  with you? My last conversation with you, my husband, my love, my life, ended with you banging the phone on me.

Recalling the abusive words,  the spitting, the beating, the bruising, the knifing, and the promise that I  would not live long for daring to forget to buy garden eggs for your mother, an  insult you vowed I would pay for with my life ……., I knew then it was over for  me. There was no rationalizing needed any longer. Even the blind could see ………. You did not want me in your life.

I went in for surgery on  Monday morning, February 27, 2012, and after battling for several hours, I  yielded my spirit.

Kevin, my husband, I lived my  promise to God. The promise I made on the day I wedded  you.

For better ………………………… For  worse

For richer …………………………. For poorer

In Sickness ………………………. And in health

To love ………………………….. And to  cherish


And it has.

NOW I AM  DEAD!!!!!!!

Just as your mum predicted …..  Her cold words follow me to morgue. She swore to me that I would leave her son’s  house dead or alive. I couldn’t leave whilst I still breathed. It had to be  through death, and death it has  become.

Kevin, you are FREE! And, so am I.

Your freedom is temporary.  Mine is eternal.

Whilst you still have freedom, remember Kamsi and Chimamanda.

Lovingly yours until death,


I am gone. Gone forever. But  if one woman, just one woman will learn from my story, then maybe I would not  have gone in vain.

My heart weeps for my children, my mummy, my sisters and my brothers, my extended family. These ones,  I was a gift to. These ones, they loved me. These ones, they wanted me. These  ones, they needed me. These ones, they wish I had spoken out earlier.***

Written by someone who was part of her life and witnessed her struggles. (story credit:

Rest in Peace Ogochukwu Onuchukwu

Her death wasn’t natural it must have been spiritual attack and stress.

OMG I have never cried this way before. This story brought so much tear to my eyes.

Lessons Learnt From Ogochukwu Onuchukwu Story

This is a lesson for women.

Please do not force yourself on a man that care less about you.

If you’re looking up to God for a man, do not help yourself. Allow God to complete his works through you.

Pray to God for direction before stepping in the journey of marriage

Be close to God and make sure your prayer fire never dies.

It’s well with you.

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  1. Precious fortune

    March 25, 2012 at 6:48 PM

    Pathetic story

  2. Christiana

    March 25, 2012 at 9:30 PM

    What a painful exit, very pathentic, may her gentle soul rest in perfect peace, may God protect the children she left behind. This is a lesson for we women marriage is to be enjoyable not edurable. Lets apply wisdom in every step we are taking, may God help us

  3. michelle

    March 25, 2012 at 11:23 PM

    what an agonizing journey d woman walked through. may GOD console u and your duos. for mr kevin and your family may d Almighty judge btw u and dis innocent angel that just whithered away like a flower.

  4. lilian

    March 26, 2012 at 2:00 AM

    U r really resting in d peace of the lord…they wil surely pay 4 wat they did 2 u…i cnt stop shedding tears. RIP OGOO

  5. akpabio hannah laughter

    March 26, 2012 at 9:13 AM

    this world is cruel….am scared already

  6. Esther

    March 26, 2012 at 11:54 AM

    Kelvin nd hid family have murderred sleep and they wil sleep no more. Rest in peace Ogo

  7. nono

    March 27, 2012 at 8:36 AM

    Am lost for words,am alone with my conscience,there are so many kelvins out dia,me included,ogooo Į feel so much for you,you are an angel,Į love u sooo much even in death.God has granted you eternal rest,God is watching over ur children,ur pains won’t be in vain,God will fight for in the bosom of the lord.

  8. kinky

    March 27, 2012 at 3:15 PM

    Kelvin and his family will reap what they have sewed. God will judge them all.

  9. princess

    March 27, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    why cant our husbands take care of us d way God says they should.husbands,brothers,guys please we should not allow the devil use us as instruments.may this beautiful woman rest in the bossom of God.i just could stop crying.

  10. Nnenna chinelo

    March 30, 2012 at 7:38 PM

    May ur gentle soul rest in perfect peace.I definitely knw that God in his mercy wil neva depart frm ur kids.

  11. victor

    April 3, 2012 at 12:15 PM

    Wat is all diz mad craze for children my young men? Have women become God? Callous bastards.they will surely never know peace.Kelvin,u r nt a man, just a mistaken attempt at creating a man

  12. Otomi Igho

    April 8, 2012 at 6:48 PM

    God has created a paradise world,mankind has made it evn mor dangerous.I only hope 2 God sees my lovd 1s safely thru life.My dear Ogo R.I.P.Amen..84

  13. Lyne

    April 25, 2012 at 10:15 AM

    I am just full of tears. What a Men’s world. Rest in peace My Dear. Don’t worry, God will fight the battle you left behind for you. That’s Men for you. All Men for you.

    • 07032037449

      April 28, 2012 at 11:15 AM

      Not all men. Non christian men specifically.

  14. Racheal

    April 30, 2012 at 4:59 PM

    Ogo, u are really a viteous woman, God wil take care of ur children and ur family. U wicked mother in-law. U will suffer it. REST IN PEACE OGOO D VITEOUS WOMAN

  15. Okechukwu

    May 4, 2012 at 9:48 PM

    God will fight for u… May ur soul rest in peace in Jesus name

  16. Julie

    May 12, 2012 at 7:02 PM

    May ur soul rest in peace ogochukwu and may God forgive anybody that spiritually has a hand in ur death and deliver kelvin ur husband because he is not himself.u can’t tell me that a man will marry a woman he loves and cautiously treat her in such a bad in peace dear.

    • Anonymous

      May 22, 2012 at 12:02 PM

      Julie hw culd u say such a tin,are u trying 2 defend kelvin,is he ur bros?even though he is u shuldn’t cover him up cos he did d worst tin a man or woman wil eva do,even though he’s charmd by his pple. He purposly killd d woman bt judgement awaits him.

  17. Eze

    May 17, 2012 at 9:34 PM

    Kelvin is a carnal man and a man like him cannot please God. God have mercy on him. Rest in d Lords paradise my dear ogo.

  18. anonymous

    May 18, 2012 at 11:54 AM

    Dear, don’t worry, the impartial judge is upstairs and He will definitely judge. As 4 ur children, He(God) is still the best parent they could have. Rest in His bossom.

  19. ATM

    May 18, 2012 at 11:10 PM

    men and their wicked ways all men who pay evil 4 gud will surely pay in a bitter way.Rest in peace.

  20. lancelot

    June 9, 2012 at 9:55 PM

    its so painfull and i pray that God will hold her living family.

  21. Ananimous

    June 10, 2012 at 3:00 AM

    It’s God only will judge. Women, u av 2 b carefull 4 controlling ur children most especially over their wives in d name of bearing children most especilly male child. Wat u did 2 smbdy must surely happen 2 ur female child or relative some where any how. Mother in-law u r d cause. Ogo RIP, ur children wil b properly taken care of by d special grace of God.

  22. Jill

    June 16, 2012 at 7:09 AM

    HORRIBLE..!!!……Love has nt only blinded U bt it made U deaf & dumb.hw can U marry a man whose relations rejected U on your first visit.AS 4 KELVIN,NEMESIS WITH YOU.R.I.P.Ogo.

  23. Favour o

    June 17, 2012 at 3:23 PM

    Ogo may your gentle soul rest in peace,as for kelivn and his mother wil pay for what they did,to al couple out dia wether male or female child is a gift from God,let us top dis our secrate tradition.

  24. halimah

    June 24, 2012 at 12:56 PM

    may ur soul rest in peace…..GOD say d wicked shall neva go unpunish…….n we pray no one wil end up lyk dis……we wil get married at d rite time,rite person,rite place…..amen….

  25. bbluv

    September 3, 2013 at 11:18 AM

    hmmmmmmmmm. so short of words. God have mercy upon us the single ladies.

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