45-year-old , Esther Adigizi, when she lost her husband and only child to thunderstorm in Nasarawa State has narrated the saddest incident of her life to newsmen.
According to Esther, she had gone to bed on Monday July 24, 2017, with the intention of waking up early to prepare her husband’s favourite meal before heading to their farm.
About 5.00am, her only child after trying for 19 years with eight miscarriages in a 21-year-old marriage, record lay stone dead on the bed. Her son and her husband died that day after lightning struck them.
“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 to 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.”“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,” she muttered as she wept inconsolably.
In pains, she narrated how her dream for her two-year-old son evaporated with the speed of lightning that claimed him and his father.
“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.”