My Wife Changed Properties Name, Documents To Hers,Plans Killing Me– ITALY-BASED NIGERIAN, WIWOLOKU CRIES OUT (STORY THAT TOUCHES THE HEAR - Global Report

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Saturday, November 27, 2021

My Wife Changed Properties Name, Documents To Hers,Plans Killing Me– ITALY-BASED NIGERIAN, WIWOLOKU CRIES OUT (STORY THAT TOUCHES THE HEAR




Vivian Olusola Omololu Wiwoloku
 
 
 
 
A Nigerian man living in Italy, Vivian Olusola Omololu Wiwoloku has accused his estranged wife, Veronica Bolaji Wiwoloku of planning to kill him and take over all his properties in Italy and Nigeria.

Olusola also alleged that his wife falsely wrote to the Italian Government to deport him to Nigeria.

Veronica had in an interview with a Media organisation (Not SaharaReporters) asked the husband’s place of work, Pellegrino Della Terra and the Italian government to investigate him and make sure he was deported to Nigeria.

She accused Olusola of abandoning her to marry another woman in Nigeria, whilst still legally married to her.

Speaking to SaharaReporters, the Italian businessman said he moved out of their home in Italy in 2019 when it became obvious that he was about to succumb to depression as a result of the alleged maltreatment being meted out to him by his wife.


He alleged that his wife treated him as an errand boy in his own house where he has no say whatsoever.

He added that Veronica was the husband while he was the wife during the years they stayed together and that he endured an untold degree of ill-treatment during their marriage.

He said he stayed for long under her servitude because of his children whom he wishes to see grow up with a father figure in their lives.

“Please, I need Nigerians to help me, firstly I’m someone that doesn’t like publicity. But I’m helpless currently and don’t know where my helpers could come from. I have left the home that I have paid the mortgage for over twenty years and which I’m still paying till today for Veronica Bolaji because my home is one uncomfortable place where she shouts at me, slaps me and gives me a ‘washdown’ in the presence of the children at the slightest provocations. I could beg Bolaji when she was my wife for sex for weeks, which is supposed to be one of my conjugal rights and even sometimes when she was travelling to Nigeria, where she sometimes stayed for three months, she would knowingly deny me of sex for weeks before travelling and go away for three months. It hurts to talk about this, but we have once had a reason to table this her attitude before one of my elder sisters and her husband, the man told her that no woman can do that in Nigeria,” he told SaharaReporters.

Vivian Olusola Omololu Wiwoloku

“She arrogantly responded that she knew that her husband could not even eat outside let alone see another woman. I have been on anti-hypertension medications for a while. I was forced to leave home when I began to notice certain symptoms of the onset of depression in order to seek peace of mind and recovery. All this time, after I left the home, members of the church attempted to convene a reconciliation meeting between us, but she rebuffed all the efforts stating that she was okay on her own without the burden of any man. I sincerely regret meeting a person called Bolaji Veronica and bringing her to Italy. It is clear that she grew up doing as she pleased. She cannot take instructions or corrections from anyone. She completely turned me against my family members and friends. My aged mother who died at the age of ninety was her sworn enemy. For twenty-five years before my mother’s death, she refused to set eyes on my mother. She prevented my mother from visiting us in Italy despite my mother’s wish to meet and be acquainted with my children.

“She insisted that Mama could not stay under the same roof with her and since my mother refused to put up in a hotel or my family friend’s, we couldn’t resolve this issue of Mama’s visit to Italy forever; now, that mama has gone to rest.”

On how they met, he said, “I met Veronica sometime in 1988 when I came on a brief visit to Nigeria from Italy where I had been residing for some years. I had earlier gone to Italy for further studies. On this fateful visit, one of my elder sisters who have since regretted the action, called my attention to a person whom she jokingly described on that day as an ‘old maid’, who worked in the clinic nearby. When I met her, I asked for her hand in a relationship and without knowing much about her, we approached the marriage registry for marriage registration, though she declined the offer by my parents and family members to go pay her dowry. I was a bit surprised at that decision then, but she pleaded that her father had so much hurt her mother and her that he didn’t deserve the honour of collecting her dowry.

“My family members were all taken aback at this stance. I however waived it and returned to my base in Italy and began to make preparations for her to come over to join me. After a while, she was opportune to come over to me in Italy. I tried to get her a job related to her training as a dentist, but she couldn’t stay on the job for long. She found it difficult to get along with the others at the place, partly because she didn’t speak the language at all yet, and mainly because she was a short-tempered person. After discussing, we agreed to start a business outfit to balance the economy of the family, since I couldn’t think of how we would cope as a family just on my income alone. To realise this vision, I had to attend Commerce School and obtain a certificate which was one of the strict requirements of starting a business in Italy. This I had to sacrifice the time to attend, despite my work schedule at the time. I believed it was my responsibility as she didn’t speak Italian at the time.

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