A 33-year-old woman in Nasarawa state, Janet Ekpe, has
killed her husband of eight years, Sunday Ekpe, after she discovered he was
allegedly having an affair with her best friend, Hellen, in Zumbagwe community
in Karu local government area of the state.
Reports have it that
Janet and Sunday had two children and seemed to be living a happy life until
she noticed that Sunday's sexual desire for her started to decline after they
welcomed their second child.
According to Janet, her late husband was a sex addict when
they got married and this made her become one. She said she became worried
after she noticed that his desire for her sexually had declined, and at so
point he withdrew completely. After much investigation, she discovered that her
late husband was meeting his sexual needs through her best friend, Hellen, who
is a widow. Janet said she had previously boasted to her friends about her
husband's prowess in bed and that some of them had even asked her to ''borrow''
him to them so that he can also meet their sexual needs.
Janet said she grew tired of her husband giving excuses
severally as to why he was no longer able to have sex with her. She said at
some point her late husband told her to fantasize about the times they had sex
in order to satisfy her sexual urge.
Janet said she got angry one day and decided to kill him
for causing her so much emotional pain and denying her what was duly hers - his
body. She poisoned her husband and watched him die slowly and painfully within
an hour. She also ensured that she chopped off his manhood.
In her confessional statement, Janet said
“We were married for eight years with two children. It was
three years ago I discovered that my husband had fallen in love with my best
friend, a widow, and had been dating her. 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.
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.
But shortly after we had our two kids, I began to notice his disinterest in sex
with me and his performance level began to drop.
While we were having sex on a regular basis before, it came
down to two times in a week and later became so bad that we could stay for three
or four months without making love. Initially, I was not bothered because I
felt that he would come around it after the babies were weaned. But I was
wrong. He began to starve me of sex for months on end. It got to the point that
I would be begging him to sleep with me but he would rebuff my requests.
At times, he would tell me I should relive the moments we
had sex every day and wallow in that fantasy. When I pestered him further, he
told me he was no more interested in sex as he had had enough to last him a
lifetime. He even told me that sex is not food and that if I felt so
sex-starved, I should get a man to satisfy me.
I reported the matter to our church and the pastor summoned
him, but he could not convince our pastor. I reported 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 watched the way they acted and how happy he
always seemed in her presence. I monitored them closely and caught them five
times in a drinking joint in new Nyanyan. When I confronted him about it, he
said I was being silly; so I decided to believe the whole story. The worst was
the day I saw a text message from Helen in my husband’s phone, thanking him for
giving her 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. I went back to our pastor but my husband turned down the pastor’s
invitation and even stopped attending church.
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 Helen and told her she was hurting me and that their
relationship was getting stronger while they were not taking my feelings into
consideration. I could not stand the thought of them being so close.
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. I mixed a deadly, colorless,
tasteless, and odorless 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.
If your penis is the one that is giving you the audacity to
have feelings for my best friend and refusing to listen to the advice of your
parents and even your pastor, it is better to cut it off. 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. These foolish men, you
give them everything, yet they choose to fool around and play with your
intelligence. I had monitored him closely and tolerated him for long and his
end has come.”
An uncle of the deceased, Adakole Onoja, who was also
interviewed, said he called the late Sunday several times, warning him not to
sexually starve his wife.
“When his wife reported the matter to me, I invited him to
my house and told him the implications of his actions. You cannot completely
starve your young wife of sex and resort to dating her best friend. Many
people, including his parents in the village, his pastor, and his close
friends, interfered in the issue but he turned a deaf ear to them.
Maybe that was how he was destined to end his life. His wife’s action may not be right, but she is a human being too.” Onoja said
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