31/05/2025
When my husband died, his family came for me. Unfortunately, he had no will so it was a tough battle. From the one week to the burial. They were fierce and attacked me on all levels. I trued fighting back but my parents advised me to let go. Fortunately for me, he had a house which was 90% done and much bigger than what we lived in. It was to be our dream house. His people never knew of it and I knew there because he took me there often. I sold two of his cars and finished the building and moved out. I completed it during the funeral preparations. As if I knew, his family asked me to vacate from where we stayed. I had my cold store in the house but I had to leave with my 3 children. The only thing I took was my car and his death certificate. I didn't know his bank details and I didn't even know where he saved. I only knew of the joint one we shared. I and my kids went to live there and I was figuring how to live my life. One day, he appeared in my dream and gave me a number. Then he told me to stop mourning him and work to save our kids. It was 7 months after his death and I was asked to mourn for a year. I woke up and staked the number at a lotto koisk. The money was huge.
Quickly, I organised myself again, contacted my dealers and reopened the cold store and added a salon. When his people contacted me for preparations for his one year anniversary and found out how I had started working, they started acusing me of killing him. They told me to come and swear at their shrine and my dad said he won't allow me go. They told me not to step foot at his anniversary but send my kids over. I didn't do it. I blocked every available access to them and because they didn't now where l lived, it was hard finding me.
I and the kids went there alone and did what we had to do. My kids would grow without them knowing them.