She Sent Bees to My Wedding and Took Back the Man I Loved – A Lady Shares

I’ve replayed that day in my head more times than I can count, and no matter how I twist it, I keep coming back to one truth I can no longer deny the bees were meant for me.

It all started when Idris, the man I believed God had sent to heal my heart, told me that his marriage to Lami his first wife was nothing more than a quiet shell of what once was, a home filled with silence, no children, and even less joy.

He promised me peace, honesty, and a future that would not begin in secret or shame; he said Lami had been informed, and when I went to greet her, expecting hostility, I was met instead with a strange and chilling calm, a quiet “May God guide you both “followed by a look that wasn’t angry, but final, cold, and heavy with something I couldn’t name at the time.

Our wedding was simple and beautiful, full of drums, laughter, prayers, and family until everything shifted in one terrifying moment that I still can’t forget.

Just after the du’a, while people were still smiling and serving food, we heard a strange hum that quickly turned into screaming, as what we first assumed were mosquitoes revealed themselves as something far worse, bees, hundreds of them rising from under the mats, the grass, and the corners of the compound as though they had been hiding, waiting.And then, they chose.

They didn’t go after Idris.They didn’t go after my sisters or the drummers or the children.They came for me.They stung my arms, my face, my neck again and again until I was tearing off my veil, stumbling barefoot out of the compound, makeup running with sweat and tears, crying as guests watched the bride transform into something unrecognizable, something chased.

People whispered *“sihiri”*—that this was no accident, that it was spiritual, that something had been done. No one said her name out loud. They didn’t need to. That very night, Idris didn’t come to see me, didn’t call, didn’t ask if I was alive.

Two days later, he finally spoke—and told me he was staying with Lami, because he could not “bring a woman of bad luck” into his life.Just like that, it was over.Some say Lami went to a woman in Kofar Jatau.
Some say she buried something near our house. Some say the bees were not bees at all.

What I know is this: I have scars, not only from the stings on my body but from the humiliation, the heartbreak, and the betrayal I never saw coming.

People always blame women like me, second wives, say we “stole” someone’s husband—but no one talks about what some first wives are willing to do when they smile and say nothing.

So yes—she sent bees to my wedding.
And in the end, she got her husband back.

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