of the circumstances in this dispute but personal attacks defame the
internet!
>
> From Oladimeji Aborisade. My reaction to "Wigwe's Epistle". I read
> it. I think that I understand it. You have ridiculed yourself and
> indeed your profession.You cannot manage your home and you are an
> Ambassador. After diggesting your "Epistle",it is a shame on anyone
> who is still retaining you in public service. You do not deserve it.
> Your morality appears to be weak or clearly dented. Look, sir, you
> married with four children whether Church Marriage, Court or
> tradional. You affirmed that your wife picked another "Man" and lived
> together for one year at least. You claimed that you married very
> hurriedly to another "Woman" whom you met for about six months.
> According to you, that marriage is in trouble. Did you divorce your
> first wife before you re married?. Or you just took law into your
> hands that you can mess women around. With your explanation, I will
> suggest that you see a psychiatrist who will understand your mental
> incapacitation well. I wish you all the best, but please find your
> way out of the "Public Service".
> Thank you,
> Oladimeji Aborisade
> Email: olaaborisade@msn.com
>
>
>
> Date: Mon, 6 Jun 2011 07:41:05 -0500
> To: USAAfricaDialogue@googlegroups.com
> From: toyin.falola@mail.utexas.edu
> Subject: USA Africa Dialogue Series - Wigwe: Why I beat my wife
>
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> Nigerian High Commissioner in Kenya's Official Response to
> Allegations Wife Beating
>
> This is a document received on our news desk, an official response
> from Dr. Chijoke Wigwe, to allegations of wife battering.
>
>
>
>
>
> RESPONSE TO
>
> ALLEGATIONS OF WIFE BATTERING AGAINST ME, DR CHIJIOKE WIGWE,
>
> BY MRS TESS IYI WIGWE AS PUBLISHED BY
>
> THE STAR NEWSPAPER ON 26TH MAY 2011
>
>
> Background
> I married Tess Iyi Wigwe (nee Oniga) under native law and custom on
> 9th April 1978. The girl I married was famous for her temper and
> fighting ability. With my gentle and unassuming nature, I honestly
> believed that the sharp contrast in our characters could neutralize
> and complement each other. It was a grave error of judgment.
>
> I joined the Nigerian Foreign Service in April 1984 after teaching at
> the University of Jos for some years. My first posting in 1986 was to
> Tokyo, Japan. I was in charge of Commercial and Trade Matters. One
> night in July 1988, I took my female colleague from another Embassy
> out for dinner. It was actually the first outing. After dinner, I
> took her in my car in order to drop her off at a train station. As we
> drove through town, a car which I quickly recognised as mine (I owned
> 2 cars) and being driven by Mrs Wigwe pulled up beside us at a
> traffic light. Mrs Wigwe hurled air freshener bottles and any other
> objects she could find in the car to hit us. I later came down from
> the vehicle and explained to her who the lady was. But she did not
> believe me and instead chased me through the city shouting abuses at
> us and throwing objects at us. When I got to a train station, I
> opened the door and let the lady out. Mrs Wigwe abandoned her car in
> the middle of the road causing a big jam as she ran after the lady.
> She caught up with her and after interrogating her, seriously
> assaulted her, and beat her so mercilessly using the woman's umbrella
> that the woman passed out. Mrs Wigwe fearing that the lady was dead
> fled the scene taking with her the woman's hand bag. Good Samaritans
> took the lady to hospital where she spent one month in intensive
> care. I was made to pay the woman's hospital bills. The morning after
> the attack, Mrs Wigwe traced me to the Embassy where I had taken
> shelter and took a huge stone and smashed the windscreen of the car
> to pieces. Mrs Wigwe never admitted to taking the handbag and its
> contents. However, months later, the wife of a colleague with whom
> she had left the handbag, confessed. This gross act of violence
> visited on an innocent woman, so angered the Nigerian Ambassador and
> the entire staff that it was decided that Mrs Wigwe should be
> punished severely to deter other wives with such inclinations.
> Accordingly, she was suspended from post for 3 months and repatriated
> to Nigeria by the Embassy in October 1988. She spent a total of 6
> months at home coming back only in April 1989 when my posting came to
> an abrupt end following the decision of the Ministry of Foreign
> Affairs to recall over 150 officers worldwide who had spent 24 months
> and above at post in the wake of the structural adjustment programme
> of the government of the day.
>
> That premature recall had a serious psychological impact on my very
> young family of 4 and I decided to take a one year study leave at own
> expense ostensibly to pursue a post-graduate diploma in journalism in
> London, but strategically, to insulate our children from the
> disruptive effects of the unpredictable posting policy of the
> Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I therefore took my family along with me
> at great cost. When I left England in February 1992, I left my family
> behind. In 1993 I was posted to Warsaw, Poland but my family remained
> in London for the sake of the children's and Mrs Wigwe's education.
> Having learnt a bitter lesson from Tokyo, I unilaterally decided that
> Mrs Wigwe must not live with me at post in Warsaw. Instead, I
> encouraged her quest for higher education since she had only
> secondary education when I married her. She graduated from Middlesex
> University in July 1998. I paid her fees through university from 1993
> and law school. At the end of my posting in October 1998, I returned
> to Nigeria. The family, now well established and settled, remained in
> London. Between 1998 and 1999 I made regular visits to the family. In
> November 1999, Mrs Wigwe visited me in Abuja and we travelled to her
> home town. We had a very serious misunderstanding. We returned to
> Abuja and she travelled back to London. When she returned to London
> after two weeks, she informed me that she no longer wished for me to
> come to London as previously planned to spend the Christmas and New
> Year holidays. All my efforts to reach her by telephone, fax and mail
> were unsuccessful. The situation continued until 2002 when on
> transiting London en route New York for an official assignment in
> July 2002, I discovered that Mrs Wigwe had brought her male lover, a
> Nigerian of Yoruba tribe, to live with her and the children in the
> family house. The children told me how they had bitterly resented her
> and her lover. But she ignored the children and co-habited with her
> boyfriend in the family house for close to a year. To all intents and
> purposes, we were still husband and wife; we were not even officially
> separated! It was then I knew the reason why I had been barred from
> visiting the family since 1999. Consequently, and bruising from the
> humiliation she had bestowed on me and the children in particular, I
> hastily remarried in December 2002. I married my colleague in the
> service whom I had not actually known for more than six months. By
> mutual consent in December 2006, we decided to separate amicably and
> to remain friends which we are to date. As the marriage had no
> children it was quite easy for us to part. I remained a bachelor.
>
> Following my nomination as ambassador in September 2007, I called Mrs
> Wigwe on phone to offer her an olive branch and to ask her to join
> me, if she so wished, to associate with my new appointment. It was
> another grave error of judgment. Although I never intended that we
> should live together under the same roof again as husband and wife
> given our antecedents and the coldness of feelings that mutually
> existed between us after many years of separate lives. I was only
> prepared for her to have a sense of belonging and attachment to my
> new status considering also that we have 5 children together. I
> thought the honour was due to her. She accepted and travelled to see
> me in Abuja in April 2008. Our first encounter after many years,
> proved to me and I guess to her, that we could truly no longer call
> ourselves husband and wife. Nevertheless and much to my shock and
> deep apprehension, she decided to take a leave of absence for 3 years
> from her employer in London to join me in residence in Nairobi. She
> insisted that I should take over her monthly expenditures in London
> including an ongoing mortgage for the family house I had myself
> helped her to buy in 2004 after she was on the verge of losing it due
> to lack of funds to meet her housing loan requirements. I did this in
> spite of not being married to her. I did it for the sake of the
> children. I could not contest her decision to come and live with me
> in Nairobi thus I let her come. But, it was clear as crystal that our
> differences and her mistrust of me and our mutual dislike for each
> other's company were insoluble but above all that our long evaporated
> love would never come back. Thus, we have been living in separate
> bedrooms connected by an inner door that is firmly and permanently
> locked from her side of the border. We decided to live with as
> minimal contact with each other as we could manage. Because she often
> refused to open her door, we developed the art of communication by
> notes pushed under the door. She liked it so much as it often allowed
> her to state her endless money requests without having to justify
> them. We hardly engage in conversations except when she needs money.
> Our irregular engagements in the act of conversation often end up in
> a quarrel. In public we manage to present a united front but those
> who are close to us know that we were only putting up appearances. We
> did fairly well and were just longing for the end of my tenure as
> ambassador so that we could resume forever our separate lives. That
> long hoped for time is nearly with us and hence the deep anxiety on
> the part of Mrs Wigwe who for 3 years has lived in reasonable comfort
> and financial security, with a Mercedes Benz car and a driver to
> complement her status. The end of my tenure would mean a return to
> financial stress and anxiety for her. Mrs Wigwe is in a desperate
> mood. I am reliably informed that most of the GBP 1,700 mortgage
> (about $2,800) that I have to cough out every month from my meagre
> Foreign Service allowance and remit to her account in London through
> my Barclays account in Nairobi, was allegedly misappropriated by
> someone she trusted in London and that to date the mortgage in London
> is in tatters and Mrs Wigwe has suffered a loss of GBP 10,000.
> Besides this loss, Mrs Wigwe claimed that she had lost $6,000 in cash
> from her bedroom in 2009 and most recently another $3,000. The
> houseboy then in 2009 was accused of stealing the money from Mrs
> Wigwe's 24 hour locked bedroom. The servant pleaded his innocence and
> the money was never found and police abandoned the matter and we
> sacked the servant. The latest theft of $3,000 again from her heavily
> locked bedroom sometime this year remains a mystery. She did
> interrogate the new servant and even followed him to his house to
> interrogate his wife, but nothing came of it. Mrs Wigwe is in a
> desperate state financially. This is the motive for the onslaught
> against me in a desperate attempt to tarnish my image and reputation
> and to get monetary compensation that will restore her big loss and
> sustain her for a long time. That is why she has carefully chosen the
> words she used in the story that appeared in the Star where she was
> talking of spine and paralysis. Mrs Wigwe is an avid watcher of the
> television channel Crime Investigation. She hardly watches anything
> else. She had obviously practised and rehearsed her lines and actions
> for months in her premeditated assault on me on Wednesday 11th May
> 2011. Concerning her wish for spine injury that would lead to
> paralysis, I can only pray God to please graciously grant her wish so
> that she may truly know what it is to have spine injury.
> ALLEGATION OF WIFE BATTERING
> On Thursday 26th May 2011, the Star, a Nairobi based tabloid,
> published a story in its front page with photographs showing a badly
> bruised face of Mrs Tess Wigwe and an allegation that I, her husband,
> had inflicted those injuries on her face. It was alleged that I had
> beaten my wife because she had responded to a "note" from me
> requesting to be served food. It was alleged that I had so beaten her
> that she suffered injuries to her spine and she was in danger of
> being paralysed. Many other allegations dating back to many years
> then followed in her premeditated attempt to build a solid case
> against me, including the foolish allegation that I used to bring
> women to the Residence in 2008 and the blatantly false information
> that she left me in Nigeria in 1999 and went to England to study and
> live.
> RESPONSE
> In response to these allegations, I wish to state quite categorically
> that I did not beat my wife and that I did not ask for food either in
> writing or verbally. What happened that fateful Wednesday night was
> shocking to me and clearly fits into a pre-planned mould cast by the
> avid Crime TV watcher.. I had returned home late at night after
> attending the launch of a new product, Go Places, by Kenya Commercial
> Bank which was held at the Hilton Hotel. As is my practice, I went
> straight to my room and began to take off my jacket. Mrs Wigwe
> matched into my room shouting on top of her voice (that is how she
> speaks to me) that if I knew I would not be eating at home, I should
> tell her so she does not have to prepare any meals for me. I was
> stunned as indeed I had been eating regularly every day when I come
> home from work. I took it for a joke but I saw she was going on and
> on and would not let me put in a word. Her loud voice attracted my
> daughter Ada who came over to my room. Upon sighting my daughter I
> told her to please convince her mother that I had been eating food I
> met in the fridge every day at least for the past two weeks. Mrs
> Wigwe was taking none of that and insisted and before I knew it she
> was abusing me and calling me names. I naturally got angry and told
> her that if she were indeed taking proper charge of her kitchen then
> she would have noticed that I do eat what has been prepared for me.
> She took offence with my comment and became agitated when I asked her
> when or what has prompted her sudden interest and care for my welfare.
> In her characteristic manner, Mrs Wigwe lunged at me to slap me. I
> tried defending myself and indeed my daughter came in the way and as
> we tussled and jostled around the door to her own bedroom where a
> massive wooden shoe rack was standing, Mrs Wigwe received a cut. Once
> she felt blood on her right side of face, Mrs Wigwe used her right
> hand to rub the blood and smeared her entire face with it. She ran
> into her bedroom and produced a camera and in the presence of my
> daughter and I, Mrs Wigwe photographed herself, taking two to three
> shots. She was shouting that she had got me, and that the whole world
> was going to see her bloodied face; that she was going to send the
> picture to Abuja. As my daughter and I tried to push her into her
> room to prevent her from coming to fight me, my daughter's hand was
> caught in the bedroom door and she gasped in pain. Mrs Wigwe also
> grabbed her phone and called her friend Yvonne to come and take her
> as she had been injured and bleeding. My son Nelson, who also joined
> in the effort to restrain Mrs Wigwe, offered to wipe the blood but
> Mrs Wigwe refused. With camera in hand, Mrs Wigwe ran downstairs and
> outside the building and for the next one hour was hurling abuses at
> me and shouting obscenities about me and my family and friends. It
> took the combined efforts of the Security Guard, the Cook and my son
> Nelson Ikenna to hold her back and prevent her from re-entering the
> house which I had now safely locked. In frustration that she could
> not re-enter the house, Mrs Wigwe who claimed in her report to the
> Star that she had suffered spinal injury, managed to wrestle with
> three able men and finally broke loose to carry a flower pot to smash
> the big glass window of the room we use as gym. She carried the
> flower pot and threw it at the glass window, shattering it. Not long
> after, her friend Yvonne arrived and together with my daughter they
> drove off. No ambulance was needed to convey Mrs Wigwe to hospital.
> Mrs Wigwe did not first rush to the Police to report the incident and
> show her injuries to the police. Mrs Wigwe only reported to the
> police on 27th May! That speaks volumes. She went to the police after
> people had begun to doubt her story! The first wave of shock when the
> story first hit the headlines had begun to give way to sombre
> reflection and analysis. As the children and house staff began to
> contradict her story, she decided it was time to make a statement to
> the police. She began to focus on her dual citizenship and what the
> British government might do for her.
>
> Yvonne later sent me a text message saying Mrs Wigwe and daughter had
> been admitted at Aga Khan Hospital. I sent Mrs Wigwe a text in the
> morning advising her to get much needed rest. I also wanted to go and
> see her but she bluntly told me to keep off and to await a letter
> from her lawyer and to watch the news for what was going to happen to
> me. I had advised her to take the period to rest properly in hospital
> having noticed that since January she had lacked proper sleep
> following the devastating news of the alleged misappropriation of GBP
> 10,000 by her trusted friend and the "theft" of $3,000 in-house. Of
> course, she was not aware that my son Nelson to whom she had confided
> about the loss in London had intimated me I had sworn to secrecy
> before not to divulge the information. I continue to pretend
> ignorance of what has been ailing her and almost confining her to her
> bed for months. In addition, my son had also informed me that while I
> was away on consultation in Abuja, Mrs Wigwe had told him that
> somebody had hinted her that I might have purchased a house in
> Nairobi. She had said that she was investigating it and if found to
> be true, will engage the services of a lawyer to ensure that her name
> was appended to the property. She thus began calling my staff in the
> Embassy but got no positive response. She quizzed Nelson and found
> out he knew nothing of any such enterprise. She could be scheming to
> lay her hands on the property if it is indeed true. It is instructive
> that on the night when her spine was broken and she had severe waist
> pain, Mrs Wigwe remembered to mention the house issue among the
> tirade of words that were flying out of her mouth like a practised
> actor. Her greed would not allow her to note that she alone owns the
> house in London and in her village which was built entirely with my
> money while serving in Tokyo. Considering the odds staring her in the
> face as my tenure in Nairobi draws to a close, Mrs Wigwe is in dire
> need of a way out.
>
> My daughter Ada was discharged from hospital after several x-rays
> revealed no damages to her bruised hand. Mrs Wigwe remained in
> hospital until Saturday 14th morning when Yvonne sent me a text to
> say that she had been discharged and I needed to pay the bills. I was
> in church when the text came and I went straight to the hospital and
> paid the bill of ksh 27,800 (about $330) and even took her x-ray
> result. She had only taken the pain killer prescribed for her and had
> not taken the x-ray result. Her spinal injury was miraculously healed
> within 3 days. From hospital she went straight to Yvonne's home and
> remained there. I travelled to Abuja on Wednesday 18th and came back
> on Wednesday 25th. When she heard news of my travel, she returned to
> the Residence as I was to learn later. As I had locked my bedroom
> from the front door, I was shocked to discover that my drawers had
> been ransacked and 1 (one) Rolex watch, 1(one) Accurate gold watch
> and 1(one) gold ring with precious stone had been stolen with their
> cases. Mrs Wigwe is the only one with a key to the connecting door to
> my room. She prevented me from keeping a spare. Only she has absolute
> access to my bedroom and she enters there at will including when am
> fast asleep. Why did she have to remove those items if not to sell
> them and make some extra cash from them? Secondly, when I entered the
> pantry next to my bedroom, I noticed that 1 (one) trunk box and over
> 10 (ten) empty suitcases belonging to me had disappeared and the room
> was desolate. The trunk box was full of my stuff but she had
> recklessly emptied them and forcefully repacked them into the other
> two boxes. I asked the houseboy who confirmed that Mrs Wigwe had
> packed all her personal belongings into the suitcases and locked them
> in the store downstairs. I went downstairs and noticed that she had
> removed her pictures from the various room walls. In spite of all
> these, I found Mrs Wigwe very much living in the house, locked up as
> usual in her bedroom!
>
> On the same day that I had returned to Nairobi having flown with the
> night flight from Lagos, I went to work and a little after 11 am I
> received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was a man from Radio
> Africa, publishers of the Star. He mumbled something about a letter
> with very bad photographs of a woman sent in by a woman lawyer in
> respect to my wife. I was shocked but I told him that I recall that
> Mrs Wigwe had sent me a text on 12th May saying that I would soon
> hear from her lawyer. She had also told me that she was going to send
> pictures around. I instantly denied inflicting any such injuries as
> he was describing and requested him to call me back so we could set
> up a meeting to discuss the letter since I who was supposed to be the
> accused received no such letter from any lawyer. He hung up. The
> following day, very early in the morning, I could hear movement from
> Mrs Wigwe's room and I could hear that she had ran downstairs and
> back upstairs. As I went into the bathroom, a friend called me and
> advised me to check out the Star newspaper. I ran downstairs to pick
> up the newspapers of the day from the front door only to discover
> that Mrs Wigwe had earlier picked them and returned to her room.
>
> When I finally saw a copy of the paper in my office, I was aghast at
> the strange photos of Mrs Wigwe and her "battered face" and worse
> still to read of severe injuries to her "spine" which according to
> the report could leave her paralysed! I was also shocked that the
> story of how the argument started had been shamelessly and
> fraudulently altered. I was shocked to read that my two children took
> her to hospital. I was shocked to hear that I had beaten her up in
> 2008 because I had brought women to the Residence. And many other
> concoctions of our story over the years completed my day of mystery
> and entry into the world of absolute scandal and blackmail, with
> intent to extort money from me.
> CONCLUSION
> I affirm on my honour that I am not a wife beater. I affirm that in
> the many years that I have known and lived with Mrs Wigwe, she has
> always been the aggressor. That Mrs Wigwe is prone to using her fists
> first rather than engage in a debate or an argument to prove her
> case. If anyone is guilty of violence in my home, it is Mrs Wigwe. If
> anyone is a victim of domestic violence it is I. I have lost many
> spectacles over the years following Mrs Wigwe's direct hit on my
> face. I sleep every night afraid that she may enter my room and stab
> or strangle me in my sleep. I am for this reason half awake all
> night. I do not take phone calls when I enter the Residence. Every
> call I take is suspected to be from a woman who must also be my
> girlfriend. So even for official calls from colleagues or from my
> host government or my own government, I have to go downstairs where
> she cannot hear that I am making a call. On some occasion when I
> would have fallen asleep and had forgotten to turn the television set
> off, she had stormed into my bedroom with lights blazing, to accuse
> me of making a call. On such occasions, I normally summon all the
> humility and composure in me to endure the unwarranted interruption
> of my sleep in order not to provoke an argument. Mrs Wigwe removes
> the photographs of people she does not like from the album of
> official events organised by the Embassy. She had also asked that
> DVDs be edited to remove the people she no longer considered as
> friends or people she said did not greet her in a respectful way or
> people whose affinity to me could not be sufficiently established.
> Most recently, she abused officials of the Association of Nigerian
> Women in Kenya (ANWIK) and prevented me from attending the Nigerian
> Family Fun Day on Easter Saturday 23rd April 2011, organized by the
> women because she was angry that ANWIK which is registered with the
> High Commission did not consult and get her approval before
> approaching the Embassy. The women had apologised and pleaded and
> even bribed her with a free special dress which she had accepted, but
> in vain they pleaded. On the day of the event we were not there and
> my colleague from Ghana had to stand in for me!
>
> On the level of public conduct, Mrs Wigwe has so intimidated and
> assaulted many people in Nairobi, men and women and staff of the High
> Commission alike that the High Commission no longer holds dinners,
> luncheons and other mandatory functions in the Residence. If in
> doubt, please ask around Nairobi. Mrs Wigwe has assaulted and abused
> so many people at public gatherings in Nairobi that people fear to
> greet me when we meet at public functions. Mrs Wigwe hardly supports
> me in my work. Although she struggles to have a copy my weekly
> programme and quarrels when my staffs forget to leave a copy for her,
> she often criticises me for attending too many functions. When people
> commend me for the work that I do she feels offended and often
> complains that I am the reason why people don't notice her. I have
> tried in vain to encourage her to do more social work or to consider
> doing a post graduate course in any of the universities in Nairobi,
> as a way of keeping her occupied and fulfilled. But after three years
> living in Nairobi, she has not added any educational value to her
> degree.
>
> On relations with staff of the Mission, Mrs Wigwe is a constant
> irritant. She considers herself as the ambassador and I her weak
> deputy. She calls staff and directs them on what to do. She
> intimidates the local staff and threatens to sack them and when I
> refuse to do so, we quarrel.
> Mrs Wigwe is in dire need of psychiatric examination or what
> religious persons may call spiritual deliverance, but over the many
> years and on each occasion when I or those close to us have advised
> her to do so, she had always ended up insulting us. But this woman
> needs help. Every woman who shakes hands with Dr Wigwe is a threat to
> Mrs Wigwe. Even my female colleague ambassadors have not been spared.
> Mrs Wigwe's ten finger nails are painted and coloured differently
> ranging from blue, red, brown, and gold to yellow. A different colour
> and pattern for each finger nail. Everybody sees something funny in
> that especially for a woman her age and status, but only Mrs Wigwe
> sees it as most fashionable and chic.
>
> Mrs Wigwe is desperate seeing that my posting is fast coming to an
> end. She badly needs money. She set me up and used me as a pawn by
> destroying me knowing that we were never going to be husband and wife
> again after Nairobi. Our coming together was only for the sake of
> sharing in the glamour and glory of high office. That was the
> motivating factor for her uncharacteristic concern for my welfare on
> that night of the 11th and that was why she refused to believe either
> I or her daughter and instead proceeded to generate an argument using
> provocative language. She had obviously concluded that Dr Wigwe must
> not be allowed to leave Nairobi with honours on his back. That was
> the plot and she found a willing accomplice who introduced her to a
> woman lawyer who is a friend to the Editor of the junk newspaper
> otherwise called the Star. That is how the Star has come to champion
> this fake and fraudulent story in an attempt to help the friend of a
> friend in her most difficult time of financial ruin and imminent
> suicide.
> My daughter, Adanne and son Nelson Ikenna, had stormed the Star
> newspaper offices to protest the falsehood the Editor so shamelessly
> carried in her paper. The Editor had confessed to my children that
> she and the lawyer were actually friends. Two quality newspapers in
> Kenya namely the Nation and the Standard had refused to carry the
> junk story. Nelson has further made a comprehensive statement to the
> Diplomatic Police, where he had met the Residence Security guard
> (name withheld) who had witnessed the actions of Mrs Wigwe on the
> night of the event and had struggled in vain with the Cook and my son
> Nelson to restrain Mrs Wigwe, with a "seriously damaged back and
> spine." Mrs Wigwe had coached, coaxed and incited him to misinform
> the police about what happened in order to make her story credible
> but fortunately for Truth and Justice and fortunately for the
> millions of men like me all over the world who are silently suffering
> and living under the Tyranny of a Woman, who are Living in Bondage,
> who are emotionally and physically abused and assaulted on a daily
> basis by their wives, who are forbidden to bring their relatives to
> the house, who are forbidden to bring visitors to the home, who are
> impoverished by gluttonous and greedy wives, the Christian and God
> fearing Guard refused to be intimidated. May the Truth prevail.
>
> Violence against Men is real and must be stopped. The stereotyping of
> men as being responsible for domestic violence has gone too far and
> has damaged permanently the reputation of so many good men. Many men
> have lost their lives or have been forced to commit suicide because
> of over domineering and manipulative women. The female predators move
> on with glee to their next victim. Mrs Wigwe has proven beyond doubt
> my long held beliefs that "Truth is a lie repeated three times," and
> another which says that "He lies often who cries often."
>
> CWW
> Dr Chijioke Wilcox Wigwe
> Dated this 30th day of May 2011 at Nairobi, Republic of Kenya
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