A young mother of one, Ajoke, has narrated how her husband used to beat her and almost killed her until she left him.
She married Patoranking’s label boss, Foston Utomi who is the CEO of Foston Musik
On her Instagram page where she called out her husband, she explained that she had been beaten 20 years in three years and was almost murdered by her husband.
If you think you can post something on a public platform and then come to me in private to say your post is not about me then you must be joking for real. So since you started it I guess is okay for me to come here and ask you “who exactly is your post directed to then”? Awww are you feeling salty cos I left you? Feeling salty cos I rejected all your pathetic pleas for me to come back to you?
Only a few people know what a monster you really are, and most of them can’t tell you the truth cos you are feeding them. You said it yourself that throughout our relationship and marriage I never did anything wrong to you (I have all the screen shots), I never cheated on you, never talked back at you, never wronged you. Despite the fact you did unimaginable things to me, all I did was look for new ways to love you everyday.
I walk around smiling, trying to be strong for my son but only I know how you have destroyed me, if my scars ever heal it would be a true miracle. Now to whoever this ghost account “hayoxy” is (I swear on my life and my entire family that I have no idea who it is, I’m not following Foston so I didn’t even see the post until he sent me the screenshot) thank you but you honestly don’t even need to fight for me. I haven’t cried in almost 4 months now, that’s enough proof that God has already fought for me.
Now back to your post sir Uba, you will not have a happy ending oh! What happy ending? Let me just tell you right now- it’s impossible! You beat me nothing less than 20 times in 3 yrs and attempted to murder me (MURDER) 3 times and you think you will know peace? It doesn’t matter how much you have, unless your parents take you to a mountain for deliverance you will end up killing yourself mark my words.
You bought me a Range Rover so you may buy your next girl (victim) a Bentley when you find her sure she will enjoy financial bliss but she will pay dearly for you are cursed. You know I’m your heart I was never with you for money, when we started I didn’t even know who you were, I hadn’t even heard Patoranking’s Alubarika, my intentions and love was pure until I finally saw that you didn’t deserve it. Respect yourself!
In this day my darling husband saw his wife and mother of his child bleeding on the floor but was still hugging and puffing. Swearing on his mother’s life that that was going to be my last day on earth. Swearing that he would “enter Instablog” as the next man who killed his wife. I can’t help but imagine 2 conductors on the street fighting, 2 strangers.
When one starts to bleed the other would think “ha make I calm down oh” talkless of beating your defenseless wife who did Nothing to you (or please ask him, what I did, I would love to be able to make sense of this, love to know my offense). He showed no mercy, still said to me that I was going to drown in my blood.
He locked all doors, even balconies invade I wanted to jump out! The man I loved striped to his underwear in front of my friend and the abuse went on for hours, he had 2 of his own friends in the house and even they weren’t enough to stop him, he was exchanging blows with them, just to get to me. It was as though he had 5 men inside him, determined to kill me. I escaped only by the grace of God.
My friend and I were running on the street with blood on me like this and people wondering what happened to us. And this was just one day. I can write a book on the living hell I lived. And it’s you, who has the guts to bring this to instagram? You are not even worthy of being a role model to your son yet you think you a motivational speaker now?