45-year-old woman, Esther Adigizi, pictured above, lost her husband, Clement Adigizi and only child to a lightning in Nasarawa State recently. In an interview with The Sun, Esther who had suffered eight miscarriages before she had her two-year-old son, said on the night of Monday July 24th, she woke up hearing intermittent thunderstorms followed by a downpour. She got up to go and use the toilet in her home. While she was there, a lightning struck and she heard a shout from her husband's room where himself and their two-year-old son slept. She ran into the room and was confronted with the lifeless body of her husband and their 2-year-old child whom she bore 19 years after having eight miscarriages in her 21-year-old marriage.
“I met my husband 21 years ago in 1996, at a market in Nasarawa Eggon, where he hailed from, when I took some yams there for sale. He bought from me and our relationship started from there, which later blossomed into marriage. I had eight miscarriages before 2014 when I got pregnant and was delivered of a baby boy on May 2, 2015. It was a great celebration for us to have a child after 19 years of waiting. Then the unexpected happened in just a flash,” a griefing Esther said
Ironically, her husband was the only male child of his parents who died 11 years before their marriage. Her five siblings, four males and a female, had all died one after another, just as her mother and her father also died barely three years ago; and to make her situation worse, she lost her husband and her only child. Esther said the death of her husband and only child, crashed her world like a pack of cards and dashed her hopes, leaving her in sorrow and pain. Daily, she takes a glance at the photographs of her husband and son which hung on the walls of their home, drenched in tears. Momentarily, she goes blank and when she regains consciousness, she tells you how her heart bleeds in her new world of loneliness.
“I’m now a lonely woman who once savoured the care and warmth of a lovely husband and son. We were preparing to enroll him in a nursery school this September. Now they are both gone and I’m living in gloom, waiting for the day death will come for me. My husband was not educated because his parents were peasant farmers and did not value education. For me, I schooled up to secondary level at Government Secondary School, Eggon, where I graduated. We loved ourselves as farmers, and worked hard to secure a plot at Azubi where we built a three bedroom apartment. We planned big for our only son, and our dream was that since we were not opportune to be well educated, we would strive to give our son the best. It is unfortunate that he and his father are no more; I am finished. My husband used to be my pride. Whenever he came back home from the farm, he was always happy that we were making progress. His death along with my son is agonizing for me, and I ask God what I had done to deserve this heavy punishment. I ask myself what curse had befallen me and my family. I believe these deaths must have a cause. My husband and I were good Christians and God couldn’t have punished me for not worshipping Him. Though my husband and son have gone six feet under the earth, their memory remains evergreen till I join them to part no more.”she said weeping
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