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I read THIS STORY on this blog and one comment under the blog post got my attension which is why I am sharing my story here too. This is my story…
I moved from Cameroon to America in 2004 for my degree programme, however I was not able to finish school because of my financial difficulties. As years went by, I adapted the lifestyle and took up jobs that did not require a degree.
After my four years in America, I decided life will be more fun and much more easy if I had a wife. I took a trip back home and marry a girl I knew before I came to America (We only started a long distance relationship after I came to America). Felt so lucky to have found such a beauty from my tribe (Nkambe). We had a traditional wedding and a few weeks honey mood then then I left for America and started putting documents together so that she could join me. Two weeks after I left she told me she was pregnant, I was so happy.
I tried everything possible to make sure she had the baby in America so I was there to look after her and the baby an also due to the good health care system here. I can’t begin to explain to you the joy in my heart when my 6 months pregnant wife finally arrived in America. I was the happiest man in the world that day. We took a lot of pictures, I wanted to document the moment.
One month later my wife went into premature labour. I took her to the hospital and she had a baby boy. There was a red flag though…The baby wasn’t premature so it couldn’t be mind according to my calculations with the help of the doctor. I was in shock! I remember calling my mum immediately and seeking her advice. She asked me what my feeling were towards her now that she just had another man’s baby. I told my mum I was very angry and disappointed but I still loved her. She told me to make it work. To look after the child as if it was mind. It was not the easiest thing to do mbut I took my mum’s advice… well it wasn’t my mother advice entirely. That is what I wanted to do too, I still wanted to be with her even though she lied to me.
To cut a long story short, I never went back to that house again as I wasn’t allowed. Before I knew it, the biological father of our child had come from Cameroon and was living with her in my own house with my son!
Nothing in this life will ever make me trust a Cameroon/African woman again! I mean nothing! Bros be careful out there please.