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    I saw our family as one that was never going to be peaceful. Especially with the devil in our house.

    Amos’ hands were on me all this time. He rubbed my shoulders and brought his hands down to caress my elbows. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be alright.” he said.

    I hoped and prayed it was going to be, agreeing to the fact that Gabrielle was part of the family.

    “So, kids… you can call me ‘Mommy‘ or ‘Mama’. Whichever.” I heard Gabrielle as I approached the parlor. She was holding my kids, and the way she caressed their hands made me jealous.

    “What are you doing?” I asked, infuriated.

    “Talking to my stepsons?”

    My anger got a bit of me. “Take your hands off them, will you?!”

    She clasped them tighter, looking up at me with a smirk. “Have you tried looking at yourself in the mirror?” she asked. “You… look… hideous!”

    I tried to hold myself but went slapping her. “You’re the hideous one here!” I spat.

    “Mommy!” Ayo and Kowe shouted at the top of their voices, as Amos rushed down the stairs.


    “Baby, you see what your wife’s done,” Gabrielle played the victim, getting to her feet. She nursed the pain inflicted by the slap, which I doubted hurt so much, as Amos made toward us and, in no time got in front of me.


    “You should ask your stupid wife, Amos,” I said, “she pushed me.”

    Gabrielle countered. “She’s lying, Ami,” she began sobbing. “Baby, you know she’s lying, right?” crocodile tears, followed by a glare, got my eyes widened, as angry groans raced the air.

    “Can you just stop?”

    Gabrielle gaped. “But, baby…?”

    “Yes, stop!”

    I wore a grin. “Babe, she was the one who pushed me when I tried sending Ayo on an errand,” I said, not caring if I’d told a lie.

    “But, mommy—” the kids made to speak.

    “Shush!” I hushed, then said. “I almost fell on the glass table, if not Kowe caught me.”

    Kowe stood up. “Daddy, it’s not true.” he said to my surprise, then moved to Amos’s side. “Daddy, it was Mommy that slapped Aunty when she did not do anything… Mommy, please stop lying.”

    All eyes were on me, as Amos scowled.

    “Babe, can’t you see she’s trying to ruin us?” I quickly diverted.

    “Who’s trying to ruin who here?”

    I could see Gabrielle grinning. Amos scolded me, as he ordered the kids to go to their room. “Kowe, Ayo… go to your room!”

    They left. Gabrielle and I were left to stand. “Babe—” I stopped on seeing Amos’s face.

    “I’ll only let this pass because of your condition.” Amos said, with one finger raised.

    Gabrielle looked at me with a crooked smile overlapping her face. She eyed me from head to toes, raising her shoulders in the best she knew, and followed Amos.

    I think Gabrielle is gonna be a huge prob. So sorry I haven’t been updating. Sch’s been really tight, aswear, but I promise to make it up to you 🤗

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    Please your comments would be appreciated. I bet doing that won’t cost a thing. Thank you ,😊

    ***EP 3***

    The day after that was a Sunday. . .And the kids and I prepared to go to church.

    “Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve been taking my peas to church—” Gabrielle’s voice made me stop.

    “Oh, don’t fret, mother,” Jenna said in a gentle tone. “ ‘The Lord is all we need’… says our Sunday school teacher. We’ve learned quite a lot.”

    Gabrielle frowned the more. “I can’t believe you’ve been taking my kids to where they’ve been fed with more lies—”

    I ignored, tying Henry’s shoes.

    “Does Amos know?” she asked.

    “You’re the one sleeping in his room. Go ask.” I said, not giving her an eye, getting up to go prepare.

    “The kids are going nowhere—”

    I felt Gabrielle’s hand on mine.


    “I said they’re going nowhere,” she repeated. “I can’t have you taking them to that awful place, where nothing but filthy bags of buns lie and dwell with empty heads.”

    I lost it at that instant. “You know, you can do as you please and I won’t talk… but don’t you dare insult the church. My people. Or else…”

    “Or else what?!”

    “Gabrielle!” Amos called from the stairs, and we pulled away. Gabrielle wore an ‘innocent’ look and played the victim again.

    “Don’t you dare cause problems this morning!” I gripped her arm fiercely.

    “Ouch, my arm. My right arm.” She cried in falsely pain. “Baby… ouch. Ouch… ouch.”

    I quickly removed my hand, scared I was hurting her.

    “Gabrielle, what is it?”

    Sunday morning… another problem, I thought with a frustrated sigh. “Babe, she’s faking it,” I spoke out of anger. “Mo bura, o jẹ.”… I swear, she is.

    Amos sighed. “Is there ever a day you two won’t quarrel?”

    Gabrielle replied, “You’re the one letting her take my kids. Our babies. To that awful place…”

    I cut in. “The church is no awful place, Gabrielle. Quit talking now or I’ll rain curses on…”

    “Enough!” Amos thundered.

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    I don’t understand what Gabrielle is still doing in that house

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    This Amos is not reasonable at all, someone that abandoned you when you were sick and you still let her in to come and ruin your family. Next please

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    …and we stopped.

    Your days are numbered in this house, Gabrielle, I thought, fed up with the ‘whole’ drama. Asking Jenna to take the kids to the car, I turned to Gabrielle, and got ready for whatever thing she had in wait.

    “Jenna, come back!”

    “No, Jenna, go!” I said, urging Jenna on.

    “I said Jenna come back! Amos, now you warn your wife or I’ll shred her to dust.”

    Amos gave a sigh and walked to me. “Hon, you have to take it easy…”

    “Take it easy… after yelling at me?!” I spoke in anger.


    “Jenna, I said take the kids to the car. We’re going to church!” I barked furiously.


    “Don’t ‘hon’ me. You don’t act like a man at all.” I said to Amos, not giving a thought.

    “You see what I’ve been telling you? Your wife’s possessed.” Gabrielle spoke.

    “Your condition… remember?” Amos reminded.

    “Amos, what… is…. Wrong with you? You don’t act like yourself!”

    Gabrielle added with a grin. “That’s because he’s not himself anymore,”

    I arched my brows in confusion. “Gabrielle, what did you do?”

    Amos smiled.

    “What did you do?”

    Gabrielle cackled like a demoness, and twirled around Amos. “Let’s just say the trillions of hot sex we had rebooted his brain.”

    My lips quivered, and my throat went dry. Gabrielle and Amos…? I was heartbroken to know Gabrielle and my husband had sex in our bedroom.
    I was lost for words, having no idea what to say. Then—“You husband snatcher! How dare you sleep with my husband!” I roared madly, making towards her.

    “Hahaha. Take it all out on me, you frustrated worm. The deed’s already done. I’m the first wife and there’s nothing you can do!”

    I said, crying. “Amos, how dare you do this to me? I’m your wife!”

    Amos said no word but turned to leave, then I gripped him. “Take your hands off me, woman! “He barked, showing he wasn’t himself.

    “Amos?” I gasped with mouth wide open.

    “Baby, tell them that they can’t go to church. Go on. Tell them.” Gabrielle led him on.


    “I’m sorry, Habibat,” He said, “but no more church on Sundays. And that’s final.”

    My heart sunk.

    Amos had me sleep in the visitor room while Gabrielle warmed his bed. My joy had turned to sadness overnight, and my husband had changed because of a woman.


    Things were taking a drastic turn and I wished it didn’t have to be. I was living a life of pain. A life where sorrow and hurt dwelt within and kept me their prisoner. I no longer ate or went about my ‘normal’ life the same. I’d stare at the empty air sometimes, with bitter tears dropping down my face onto my once dry shirt.

    Once, I fell sick. “You’re stressing yourself and the baby, ma’am. Is your husband aware?” the doctor asked as though he knew what was going on at home.

    “No, doctor,” I replied, “he doesn’t know.” I held back the tears that wanted to flow, avoiding his gaze. I was given some treatment. My baby was okay, that was what mattered.

    With time, I started to overlook Amos’s behaviour. For my baby’s sake. And my sake. Including my kids. Kowe and Ayo also noticed Amos and me weren’t in good terms. They’d always ask, “Mom, why does Daddy don’t talk to you like before?” This would send a throbbing pain through my heart, making it heavy. I’d have no better words than to say, “Just be praying for him. You’re still young to understand.” I didn’t want them understanding a thing. Amos no longer kissed my belly or listened for the baby to kick. He’d get himself holed up upstairs, in a bid to avoid me. And sometimes, would not go to work, which made me worry.

    “Pastor, I am not understanding my husband again,” I said to Pastor Vincent, who had come to our house one morning.

    “Hm. What is it, my daughter? And how are you doing? It’s been long we saw you in church.”

    My lips made no movement for a while, then: “I am fine, Daddy. Gbogbo rẹ dara.”…all is well. I added in Yoruba.

    “Hmm. But, my daughter, what is it that is making you not understand your husband? Something must definitely be wrong.”

    I lifted myself up partly from the chair, then retracted on seeing Gabrielle.

    “Who is this man?” Gabrielle asked with eyes focused on Pastor Vincent. “One of your clowns?”

    I wanted to talk, but Pastor Vincent stopped me. “My daughter, you are welcome. Daughter of Zion, you are welcome.”

    Gabrielle burst into laughter. “Have you any idea who you’re talking to?”

    Pastor Vincent made to stand, and Gabrielle pushed him back on the chair.

    “Gabrielle!” I stood up angrily.

    Gabrielle looked at me, smirking lightly. She turned to Pastor Vincent and arched in his direction, took his collars in her hands, and said: “Now, you run… or I’ll feed you to my dogs.”

    Pastor Vincent looked at me.


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    Amos came out and Pastor Vincent asked him to sit. Gabrielle signaled to him to not move an inch, and he didn’t, making me conclude he was ‘spelled’.

    “This is truly not ordinary,” Pastor Vincent said where he was.

    There was something about Gabrielle that looked odd. Pastor Vincent saw directly through her and began speaking in tongues that the whole house trembled. “This is not your wife!” he yelled to my amazement. “I said this is not your wife!” Pastor Vincent made to move, as he stood in one place, uttering no word.

    “Gabrielle, what have you done?” I asked, bewildered.

    “It’s not ‘what have you done?’” She said, “It’s ‘what did you do?’” she transformed into the very least.

    “Baba Iyati?” My eyes widened. He was exactly how he was when Mama had blown up in flames and was left on the cold tiles—clad in a red wrapper, with his upper form completely bare. Baba was grunting and had his eyes fixed directly on me. His expression told something ‘unlikely’ was about to happen. I shifted back, completely scared. His eyes followed, devouring every bit my body had to give.

    “I am back.” Baba heaved, with shoulders moving.

    I couldn’t utter or call God’s name. Terrified, I was made to gape.

    “I have fooled all of you! YES… I HAVE!” Thunder clapped, and the whole place trembled. Torrents of rain came down and everywhere grew dark in seconds.

    “No! No, you cannot win.” I finally found my voice, though it cracked as I spoke. “What did you do to my husband? What did you do to him?!” I roared like thunder, lacking the courage to go on, but stood firmly, wanting not to fall.

    “Oh, it was your mother’s dying wish to see your husband laid to waste. For years I kept watch. Though you rendered me powerless, I was able to recover my powers and seek refuge in the hands of the ‘Unseen’. With that, I could take the form of whoever I wished… that silly one who thought herself smart… May she live on.”

    I bowed my head in tears. So it wasn’t Gabrielle who we were with? “Where is Gabrielle?” I meant to ask where her body was kept.

    “Dead and buried!” Baba grinned with satisfaction.

    I couldn’t understand any of this: Gabrielle’s death, Baba using her to get to all of us. I wanted to know how he knew Gabrielle was coming back to the country—I still wasn’t satisfied, and made up my mind that I was having a bad dream.

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    Getting more complicated, may God see you through. Next please

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