TEENA'S GISTS

I am so sad. Never in my life did I envision myself in a situation like this.The past two weeks in this cell has been something worse than my fate which is death. I know I can't escape my penalty and I have accepted that but I want to tell my story sothat everyone calling me horrible names and saying bad things about me will understand the reason I did what I did. I want the world to stop judging me. My name is Matilda Okoye. My now dead husband, James Okoye and I lived in a two room apartment at Number 4 Obonide street, Timber housing estate in Enugu state. At the beginning, things were smooth. We were not rich but we were happy. James worked with an insurance company where he was paid a hundred thousand naira. I, on the other hand,was a teacher at a primary school on the next street. I could not get a better job since I had my O' level certificate. My salary was ten thousand naira that is one-tenth of my late husband's. For the last ten years of my life, everyth