Polygamy Escapades: the Aftermath Effects of the Missing Links in Childhood – a True Story

By Judith Okech

Have you ever been a victim of circumstances that you cannot detach yourself from? The intriguing story of once a child, now an adult, but somehow glued to her roots of polygamy despite the numerous efforts to break even leads Judith Okech to share her story.

A promising marriage that began on a high note, between her young enthusiastic father and her vibrant mother soon plunged into the sticky mud. The five years were bright with investments that most couples get to see after a decade. Unfortunately, the turbulent wave paralyzed the whole plan. Her mother and her children simmered through the dark clouds with zeal and painfully raised the flag high in celebration.

You don’t want to be a victim of circumstances, neither are you ready to be the wind that blows off the well-plated future of two lovebirds! It’s your turn to take the calculated steps to break even. Would you like to wear the crown of a woman of substance or a man of high integrity?

Do you want to understand the different lines of thought?

Do you think it is fun to be in love with more than one woman?

Have you ever had an interest in polygamy?

In Polygamy Escapades, Judith Okech talks about polygamy from a child’s point of view based on her upbringing. She makes clear the take-home of all the characters involved. Her true story will open the main door, and let you into the depth of polygamy. You will find answers to your numerous questions in this book.

If you are interested in polygamy, dating a married man, or looking forward to such a relationship, this book will help you make an informed decision. This book is a must-have for any caring parent with grown-up children.

Marriage is a permanent institution that requires the implementation of lasting ideologies. How else can you avoid a foreseen problem if you do not understand the whole process that can put you there?

Learning from Judith’s testimony will move you from a 50% YES and a 50% NO to a close to 100% NO. Don’t you love yourself? What about your children? "Polygamy Escapades" is a worthy consultant for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Judith Okech
• Release date: May 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463655108

Judith Okech

I am a self-driven personality who does any work I lay my hands on to satisfaction. A passionate Christian who focuses on the in-depth meaning of God’s words of prosperity in Jeremiah 29:11(I alone know the plans I have for you, plans to bring you prosperity and not disaster, plans to bring about the future you hope for).Throughout the sixteen years, I was in employment; my desire to give often flickered in my mind. Inspired by the diverse unfathomable events of human life, I began to write my first Christian book in late 2016 after several successful mentor-ships. I display my books with confidence that the readers will experience profitable changes in their lives.

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POLYGAMY ESCAPADES – the Aftermath Effects of the Missing Links in Childhood – a True Story

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© Copyright 2019 – Judith Okech

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Disclaimer

This is a true story put down in black and white purposely to help prospective husbands and wives make informed decisions. It is not a substitute for professional advice. The events are portrayed to the best of the author’s memory. Some names and a few details have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved.

Table of Content

Prologue

Chapter 1 – Mourning my Papa

Chapter 2 – Mother most affected

Chapter 3 – The long-awaited passport

Chapter 4 – Tying the loose ends

Chapter 5 – Polygamy in the Bible

Chapter 6 – Property innuendos

Chapter 7 – Broken links and their effects

Chapter 8 – A blessing in disguise

Chapter 9 – Rich, famous and polygamous

Chapter 10 – The about page of polygamy in my mind

Chapter 11 – The death of polygamy

Chapter 12 – Honor your father and mother

Conclusion

Prologue

Life is a give and take is a commonly used statement but many are the times we don’t get to its in-depth meaning. Good or bad; tall or short; black or white; rich or poor; young or old; we mostly expect to take more than we give or better still, give nothing at all. It is human nature though, and it’s not easy to blame any person but thanks to the recurrent reminders through conversations, stories, and events; that life is two-way traffic.

The paradox behind this so easy to utter statement is that the reality of its embrace reflects not in the words but the actions. Polygamy is a term that every adult must have either heard of or learned in school. However, not every person understands polygamy beyond a man marrying more than one wife.

My story is unique like any other and despite a few similarities to other cases, something so striking makes the difference between my story and the polygamous setup story behind other cases.

A friend once told me that if only we would remove the roofs of houses and have access to what happens inside those houses, some cases would leave us astonished. Others would excite us and leave us wishing we were part of that family.

I now get what she meant! Whether single or married in whichever case, life is generally a corrugation of good and bad times. The mix-up in polygamy is uniquely extensively draining with never-ending drama. I can refer to it as afrosinema continues as my young friend who laughs about almost everything puts it.

This book gives you an understanding of polygamy from a child’s point of view. The story any of a polygamous man’s wives would write differs a lot from the story any of his children would write.

Children are helpless and dependent on their parents, so whether things are good or bad they find themselves being accomplices of situations they did not sign up for! I look at my upbringing in a polygamous home with a more informed view as a victim of circumstances.

How I wish ladies can forget how much they may be in love with a married man for now and focus on the children they will give birth to just in case they get married to him!

My emphasis is on the innocent children because that is the brunt I bear for life.

It is better to get into something knowing what to expect than innocently find yourself in a shocking situation whose unfolding of events may not favor you!

I am not writing this book to garner votes of sympathy, but to bring out the truth about polygamy in my understanding.

Please take note that polygamy is not similar to marrying another wife after the death of the other. One pictures two living wives at the same time, and the other, one legitimate living wife at a time.

What I am about to do in this book is like a plague for many people. Fingers will be pointed at me for washing my dirty linen in public but I am reminded of a lady who stood against the odds and has been actively helping people who find themselves in situations similar to hers for over twenty years now.

Life experiences are teachers and once taught, teach others.

Chapter 1 – Mourning my Papa

Are there people out there who loved their fathers irrespective of the challenges they went through in their families? A father is just a father and nothing can stop you from loving him.

I have come to realize that like my other siblings; I derived my peace from little knowledge. Margaret Atwood’s quote what you don’t know won’t hurt you must have carried the day.

No wonder God asks us to behave like little children. Innocence creates a serene environment even where older people can see countless irregularities. The fact that I was being raised in a polygamous family never looked weird then; little did I know to which extent polygamy would affect my life.

My father was a no-nonsense man, strict, and a disciplinarian. He believed in leading with an iron fist. On my right arm lies a mark he inflicted on me through strokes of the cane over three decades ago. He loved his children and could do anything within his means to ensure we had books and went to good schools.

It has been nineteen years since he rested but memories of the father figure he was, linger in my mind as if it just happened yesterday. I can’t avoid looking at his only photo in my album, and wishing he was still around.

Fun moments were unheard of as there was no room for debate or dialogue. He made all decisions by himself unlike modern family life, where denying children an opportunity to be heard is a recipe for disaster. Surprisingly, that was not a big deal to any of us as we made fun, laughed, and enjoyed our games whenever an opportunity arose.

The best that ever happened to us was the end of year shopping spree that we always looked forward to, just before Christmas. Sad moments were overridden by happy times, thanks to the similarities I shared with my siblings as we were quite a number transitioning to or going through teenage and young adulthood at the same time.

Daddy stepped on the ground with force, and we could scramble to go through the door that led to the corridor any time we heard his footsteps from afar. We ran away to avoid being reprimanded for breaking his rules. He always wanted to find us reading in our bedrooms. We were quite a number and could even joke that we’re a football team.

Sometimes we had relatives visiting as he was also kind and sympathetic at heart, always ready to help where he could. Having more than one teenager in the house was quite interesting since we made fun of his cruelty and even nicknamed him; just for laughs.

I have never forgotten the way I played a cat and mouse game with him when he referred to me as still too young to watch the hit programs The bold and the beautiful and Wild Rose, aired late in the night after 9 pm news. My ears were wide open; I was swift and very speedy. By the time he opened his bedroom door to check who is in the living room, I guess I was already pretending to be snoring under my blankets.

It was until I got to eighteen years that I understood why dad asked my younger sibling to accompany me whenever he sent me to town. Initially, I thought it was out of love but I came to realize he was being protective and the sibling’s responsibility was to spy on me; she was his CCTV.

Neighbors thought we always had disagreements with dad because of his stern voice. He spoke loudly and with authority.

The guns that almost all ill-intended men threaten people with these days were little heard of at the time. Knives and machetes gave the thieves enough confidence to stage attacks on innocent households at night.

A scream was alarm enough to alert neighbors that something was amiss in one of the houses. My father jumped out like a sprouting bud as if the environment was safe, yet there was danger outside! He was so bold! We lived in an open estate and other men only came out of their houses after him.

When my father died, I was a mature young lady, working, and married. The news of his death hit me hard. I cried it off like a baby away from home for about three days before I proceeded home. My house became cold and my little girl wondered