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Chapter Two

Femi walked toward the gate of a very neat duplex and rang the bell three times. The gate was opened to reveal a tall man with perfect black skin and a perfect black suit. The word smooth had been invented for this man.

"Good morning. I'm here to see Mr Mike." He said.

"Do you have an appointment?" The man asked.

"Yes. I have his card." He brought out the card from his pocket and showed him.

The mam shut the gate silently and left him to wait outside like a delivery boy, which didn't bother Femi at all. Few minutes later the man let Femi into the compound. Femi looked around the beautiful compound as the tall man lead him into a room off the main building. The dark colours, the row of books and a bowl on the edge of a mahogany desk all befits the house of a very rich man.

Mike lounged in a graceful wing chair beside a small highly polished table. He was wearing a black garment. "Brother Femi." He leaned forward in his chair with a soft smile and gave him a hand shake. "Please do sit down."

"Thank you sir." Femi settled in a chair that matched his own

"Care for wine?" He held his glass up. "It's a lovely little pourlly fume.You will like it."

"No sir, I'm okay."

"Come on feel at home." He held the bottle of wine and poured the golden liquid into an empty glass cup. "It's quiet refreshing. It's from a charming little vineyard in the Loire valley that has been owned by the same family since the first vine was planted." He held the glass up and gave it to him.

"Thanks." Femi collected it with a smile and took a sip, then set it back on the table.

Mike lowered his glass. "So. What type of job would you want me to offer you?"

"Sir, I will take any job, as long as I'm getting paid."

Mike leaned back in his chair with a pretty smile. "Are saying you would do any job I offer you?"

He nodded. "Yes sir."

Mike held his glass up and took a sip. "Well, if you say so." He set his glass back on the table. "But what if I show you a way of making millions." He learned forward and stared straight into his eyes. "And a little secret to make you have dominion over all things on earth."

Femi smile widened. "I will be very happy sir."

"It's very simple." Mike leaned forward. "Only if you're willing to accept the truth, Only then will I show you to a world of freedom." He took another sip from his glass and learned back in his chair. "Are you ready to accept the truth?"

Femi stared at him in mid confusion. The truth? Secret? What is he talking about? He thought. "I don't understand sir."

Mike smiled. "I suspect you're a Christian. Right?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you not been praying to your God to give you a job?" He learned forward. "Have you?"

Femi signed. He can't even remember how many times he had fast and pray. "Yes sir. I use to pray." He held my glass up and perused the golden liquid."

"If you have been praying to your God and you still haven't get a job, that means your prayer is worthless before your God."

Femi stared at Mike silently as he moved closer to the open window, staring outside. "Do you know why the rich get richer," he turned to face him. "And the poor getting poorer?"

"No sir."

Mike smiled. "It is because the rich knows the secret of life. It's because they accept the true God." He walked back to his chair. "My dear young man, your religion has done a lot of damages to your life. Your prayer was not answered because the God you're serving is a selfish God. Who deprived you of all the good things on earth." He lifted his glass and took a sip. "The God I serve care and love all his followers. My God deprives you of nothing. He will give you the key to freedom and everlasting happiness."

Femi leaned forward.

"You Christians are blind serving a god who dose not care. A God that you can not please." Mike leaned back. "It was written in your bible in Genesis 3 vs 9. Your God said that in sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground."

This is getting interesting, Femi thought and lifted his glass and took a sip.

"What would you call God who condemned man to death. Who could not forgive Adam and Eve that he made in his own image for eating the fruit of knowledge and wisdom?" Mike continued. "You Christians had been deceived. You think Jehovah will save you at the end, but Jehovah was not able to save his son when the children of israel nailed him to the cross. He forsake his only begotten son."

Femi heaved a sigh. "But we all knows that Jesus died for the sins of mankind. It was his destiny." He said.

"His destiny? Haven't you read the book of Mathew chapter 15 vs 34? Jesus cried out in a loud voice saying, Eloi Eloi lama sa-bachtha ni. My God my God, why have thou forsaken me. In verse 37 Jesus cried in a loud voice and gave up the ghost." Mike laughed softly and became serious."You Christians believed in a God that do not care about his children, and serving his dead son."

All Femi could do, was stare.

Mike got up from his chair. "Jesus is dead. There is no Christ to save the world. If you accept the true God, who fought for the freedom of mankind, he will give you freedom, wealth, fame and you will be free from the curse that your God placed on you through the first man Adam." He lifted the bottle of wine and filled his glass. He leaned forward and also filled Femi's glass. "Enjoy yourself my friend. It's a free world for those that knows the truth." He set the bottle back on the table and held his glass up, taking a sip.

Femi was speechless, not knowing what to say. He lifted up his glass and took a sip.

"How would you describe a God who made all those that believes in him to go through hardship? Who couldn't forgive Adam for eating the fruit of knowledge. Who enslave all his faithful to abide to his personal interest. Your God is so wicked, greedy and self centered." He learned back and took a sip from his glass of sweet wine. "All of you had been deceived my friend. There is no hope for you in your God because you can't please him."

Femi held my glass up and sipped the wine thoughtfully. Even if Mike was saying those words out of his believe, he was quite entertaining. He learned back in his chair and took another sip.

Mike met his eyes. "If you would accept the true God, you will live a life of happiness. You will be given the power to rule the earth." He leaned forward. "You will be given the key to freedom and everlasting life with him in his beautiful kingdom. Are you ready to accept the loving God who cares for you? To live a life that you desire? Are you ready?"

Femi pulled in a long breath and leaned forward. "I understand all you've been saying. But which God are we taking about?"

Mike smiled and pulled himself up. "The true God who cares about your well being. He is a mighty God who believes in freewill." He met his eyes. "His name is lucifer."

Femi was shocked. "Are you telling me to give my life to the devil?"

"It's a choice, my friend." He held his glass up and took a sip.

Femi got to his full. "Thank you so much , Mr Mike." He pushed his arms into his pocket. "I will hold on to Jehovah. He's the true God who made heaven and the earth. Who made you and I." He said.

Mike laughed, a full deep sound and became serious. "The end will tell. Only the wise ones will inherit the earth, and enjoy an everlasting life of freedom."

"I really appreciate your  concern," Femi said. "But I believed so much in my God. I will take my leave now Mr Mike." He walked to the door and pulled it opened.

"Think about it." Mike said. "At least about being rich. There are few things you should know about Jehovah before your decision."

Femi met his eyes with a weak smile. "Thanks." He stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Femi pulled out a deep breath as he safely stepped out of Mike's Compound. He walked faster as his legs would take him, looking back every minutes just to make sure no one was following him. "Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" He said out loud. "Me to save the devil? Over my dead body." He stared back again and walked faster until he got out of the street through a small part that lead to the main road.

A gloomy weather walled off the sun behind heavy clouds as he crossed the road to the other side, while a strong wind kept particles aloft, leading them on an endless flight. Without further waning, the rain started heavily, and made everyone ran for cover.

Femi stood under a crowded tent, watching the rain fall steadily in front of him. He thought about what Mike had said over and over again. He was born into this world to believe in one religion or the other. Who really knows the truth about the unseen? Was it not what the bible told us we believed? He thought. What is my profit of gaining the whole world and lose my soul? Do I really lose my soul? He was filled with total confusion.

He walked out of the tent as the rain turned lazy, and hurried toward the bus-stop, hoping to get a bus quickly before he get socked. After few minutes of waiting, a black Range Rover jeep pulled to a stop in front him. The tinted glass prevented him from seeing the driver. He watched as the glass of the front door came down slowly. It was Mike. "Brother Femi," he said with a smile. "Why are you standing in the rain?"

Not again. "I'm..I'm waiting for a bus to take me my destination." He said without looking at him.

"If you don't mind getting inside the car, I can drop you home."

If that is your plan, it won't work. "No thanks." He said with weak smile.

Mike smiled. "Alright. You have my card," he said while Femi didn't bother to look at him. "You can call in for assistance at anytime."

"Thank you sir." He watched him drove away and let out a heavy breath. He quickly waved his hand at the bus that was coming toward the bus-stop, shouting 'Ojodu'. Before the bus could get to where he was, his eyes met a lady coming out of a white BMW car that pulled to a stop at the other side of the road.

A bus got a stop, blocking his view. "Ojodu enter with your #100." The bus conductor said.

"Sorry." He told the conductor, and walked forward to have a full view of what he saw. The lady at the other side of the road withdrew some money from an ATM machine that stood at the front of a supermarket, and turned walking back into the car.

Femi eyes widened. "Ajoke."

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Femi pulled the door opened to see pastor Daniel standing with a smile and a bible in his right hand. "Mr Femi."

"Good afternoon pastor," Femi said and left the door way for him to enter his apartment.

"I've not been seeing you in Church," Daniel settled beside David and carried him on his laps. "Hope all is well."

Femi went down slowly into the chair and met his eyes. "Nothing is well o, pastor."

"What's the problem? You should know God is capable of solving every problem. Have you not be talking to God about it?"

"God?" Femi signed. "Did God knows if I'm alive or not."

Pastor Daniel felt surprised. "Why would you say that? God knows everything about you and he cares."

"I don't think so," Femi leaned back in his chair. "I've been jobless for over a year which you knows, are you telling me I've not been praying and fasting? Still I've not been able to get a job. I've turned a beggar, begging friends and relatives for money to feed my family, are you telling me he cares?"

"Mr Femi, God knows why you're passing through this challenges."

"If he knows how I had suffered for the past few months, he should have at least provide me a job, but instead he clothed me with shame and disgrace."

Daniel signed. He carried David from his lap and sat him down in the chair, then opened his bible. "In the book of Matthew..."

"Please," Femi leaned forward. "I've heard enough of bible teachings and none has done me any good. Do you think I've not been applying those teachings? Didn't Matthew 7:7 says that we should ask that it shall be given unto us? That seek and we shall find? But I've been asking God for a job for over a year, still here I am, jobless." He shook his head. "This is really making me to doubt God if he's truly up there or not."

"Be patients with God, Mr Femi. Remember the story of Job, how he lost all that he had and how Satan attacked him with  different kind of diseases, but yet he didn't give up on God. The book of Job chapter 1:22 says, In all that, Job sinned not, nor charged God foolishly. And in chapter 42:10 And the lord turned the captivity of Job when he pray for his friends; Also God blessed him twice as much as he had before. Verse twelve tells us that God blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning. So Mr Femi, don't give on God yet. Trust him and have faith in him."

Femi leaned back in his chair and drew in a long breath. "Thank you."

"Let us pray."

After the prayer Daniel pulled himself up. "I will have to be going, and I hope you will be coming to today's evening service?"

"I will try to," Femi said as they got out of his apartment.

"How is your wife?" Daniel asked.

"She left me," Femi said. "She left home angrily few minutes before you came. She threatened to divorce me."

Daniel stopped and stared at him. "Why would she do that?"

"You knows we've been roughing it together all those while. She told me she's tired of everything, that she needs a better life."

"That's wrong," Daniel said. "Marriage is for better for worse."

"Say that to our mothers, not to those women of this generation."

Daniel shook his head. "Don't worry yourself, I will call her on phone and talk to her, but try to be in church in the evening so we can settle some issues."

"No problem, pastor." Femi said and wished him goodbye before he returned into his apartment.

Few minutes later, he left David with a friend and walked many miles away from home, in search of a job. After a long search, he got tired, hungry, with no strength to carry on and it was getting late. He sat down beside a woman that was roasting plantains along road, and begged her for water. Without a word the woman gave him a sachet water.

"Thank you madam," he drank the it quickly.

Some minutes later he pulled himself up, thanked the woman again and walked down to the bus-stop. He was having no money with him, and he was not ready to walk back the many miles he came from. He needed to eat and take something home. He couldn't stand the heart of seeing his son go hungry. He was having no choice, but to beg people for money.

He walked toward a man that came out of a supermarket. He was about to enter his car when he stopped him. "Sorry sir. Please don't be annoyed I just need your assistance."

The man stared at him silently for few seconds and dipped his arm into his pocket. He brought out one thousand naira note and gave it to him. "You're not a beggar.?"

"Thank you sir." He met his gaze. "No, I was stranded."

The man nodded. "I suspect. You don't have a job, I guess."

"No sir." Femi replied sharply.

The man nodded again and smiled. "I can help you."

Help me! Femi was so excited. He didn't doubt him because his Rolls Royce tells it all. "I will be very happy sir."

"It's okay. I knows how you feel. I was once in your shoe." He said and put his hand around his shoulder. "But now I knows it all. It wasn't your fault my friend. It has been so since the beginning." He removed his arm from his shoulder, opened his car door and brought out a business card. "Here is my card. See me at anytime you wish, I will give you a job."

Femi went down quickly to his kneels. "Thank you sir. God will bless you sir. Thank you very much."

"It's okay." He drew him up to his feet. "You don't have to do that."

He gave him another five thousand naira and told him to make sure he see him. Femi walked away happily, thanking God for sending him an helper.

Chapter One

The sun was shinning very bright by the time Femi alighted from the bus at the junction of his street. He wore a faded jean and a sky blue t-shirt and looked very tired as he settled on a wooden chair at the front of man selling cigarette at the bus stop. "Aboki give me ciga." He said.

The tall Hausa man got up from his chair with a frown. "I dey hold me money for two ciga, I neba pay."

"Haba, I go pay for this one na." Femi said and handed him twenty naira note.

The man gave him a stick of cigarette. "Na when I go pay my money?"

"Don't worry, I will pay you whenever I have money with me." He lighted the cigarette, inhaled deeply and blew the stream of smoke upward.

Femi was worried about his wife and his three years old son he had left at home with nothing to eat. He didn't want to return home empty handed because his wife, Ajoke would not be happy with him. He had searched for a job all day without success. He let out a slow breath, inhaled his cigarette, and thought of how he would raise money for his family.

He glanced up as a shadow fell between him and the sun, and lifted his right hand to his forehead to protect against the glare. His gaze travelled up to the fat, no-nonsense body of mama Debo who stood beside him with a frown.

"My god don catch you today," the woman said. "You think you can run away with my money."

Femi let out an explosive breath and pulled himself up. He had been hiding for the woman for months because he hadn't been able to pay her for the garri he bought from her. "It isn't what you think, madam."

"Abegi, pay me my money." The woman held his shirt. "Today today I will collect my money from you, shameless man."

"Madam please be patients with me I will pay you your money," Femi felt embarrassed. "I don't have money with me now. Please."

"Since how many months?" She yelled. "You won't leave this place until you pay me my money."

The hausa man walked out of his shop. "Madam, make I no bex, the man I no get money, walahi."

"Aboki, just mind your business." She attacked him with anger. "This man go pay me my money today, today."

Shame flushed over Femi's face as people gathered around them. "Madam take it easy na." One of them said. "This man has been begging you since and you refuses to let him go. How much is the money self." The woman hissed.

"What is your business?" Mama Debo yelled at her. "Do you want to pay for him?"

Annoyance swept through the woman. "How much is the money?"

"Eight hundred."

"Is it because of eight hundred naira you're disgracing this man like this?"

"Ask him since how many months," mama Debo yelled at the woman.

Ajoke got down from a black Toyota Camry that dropped her at the road side. She walked passed the crowd and saw her husband, then narrowed her eyes in surprise. She moved closer. "What happened?" She directed her words to mama Debo. "What has my husband done to you?"

"Ask your husband," she said and pulled her face away.

Ajoke stared at Femi. "What's the meaning of all this?"

Femi met her gaze and told her what happened. "I promised to give her the money but I haven't been able to do so."

"But you never told me you bought it on credit," his wife said. "How much is the money?"

"Eight hundred."

Ajoke shook her head, opened her handbag and brought out out the money. "Madam, take your money."

The woman collected the money and walked away without a word while Ajoke stared at Femi for few seconds, then turned and began to walk away.

Femi hurried after her. "Why are angry with me? You know I would have paid if I had the money."

Ajoke ignored him and walked into the compound toward her neighbour's apartment where she had kept their son before going out. Femi took a long breath and crossed his arm over his chest.

Ajoke came out with their son, David and walked toward the front door of their apartment. She unlock the door and walked into the house while Femi followed. Ajoke sat David on the chair and brought out a meat pie wrapped in a small white nylon from her bag and handed it to David.

Femi stared at her silently. "Where are you coming from?"

Ajoke didn't reply, instead, she turned and started walking out of the sitting room.

"Don't you hear me?" Femi got to his feet.

Ajoke stopped and turned to face him. "I have no answers to your question." She said in anger. "Do you expect me to remain here and die in hunger? For three days now you've not been able to drop a single money in this house, and you're here asking me where I'm coming from."

"Ajoke? Are you talking to me like that?" He followed her into the bedroom. "Have I not been doing my best?"

"Your best is not enough," her cold eyes met his. "And I cannot continue to be living like this with you."

Femi felt his eyes narrowed. "Ajoke?"

"Yes, I cannot continue this hardship. You're just being lazy, how long will it take you to get a job? We've been living from hand to mouth for the past one year and you're telling all will be well."

"Ajoke, are you the one to be saying all this? But you never met me like this when you married me."

"And I wasn't living like this before you married me. You made my business crumbled with the family responsibility you put on me." She said. "To be honest with you, I've made up my mind to leave your home and face my life, because I don't see anything good coming your way with this lazy habit of yours."

Femi widened his in disbelief and stared silently. Ajoke picked her bag from the bed and walked out of the room. "Where are you going?" He asked.

She ignored and walked toward the front door, pulled opened and walked out of the house.

"Ajoke? Ajoke come back here." He hurried after her.

She turned and met his gaze. "Just leave me alone, it's over between us. Don't you understand? I'm done with you."

"You can't do this to me, Ajoke. What about our little son? How do you want him to feel?"

"I don't care. I didn't came to your house with a child, so David is your son and you should take care of him." She turned and left the compound.

"Ajoke? Ajoke?" Femi stood unmoved for a very long moment. How could Ajoke do this to him? Living him all alone with his little boy. He blew out a long hard breath and returned into his apartment. Sadness came over him as he gently sat down in the chair beside his son.

Things were beautiful when he first met Ajoke. They dated over a year before he proposed to her and his mother was never in support of his marriage but he waved away his mother's advise and married Ajoke.

Life became unfair after they had their first child when Femi lost his job. Ajoke was the one feeding the family with the little money she was making from her little business. Little by little, her business crumbled. Things became very rough and tough. What was he going to do now? He was filled with total confusion. He managed to pull himself up from the chair as he heard a knock on his front door. He walked toward the door and pulled it open.

To my mother, who
always believe in me
and my father who
thought me to
believe in myself.

©Harry Enomamien... 2018

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incident are the product of the author's imagination, used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Prologue

Four pillars of fire stood tall at the four corners of the kingdom of hell. Four beast, having three heads, six hands and a long tail, stood on each pillar with very big trumpets in their hands. At the center of the place seated a very wide altar of fire that was burning very bright in a circle, and about fourteen beast, having two heads, three horns and a single eye on their forehead goes roundabout the altar every night and day without rest.

The dark kingdom was crowded with people from the four corners of the earth, each having two horns on their heads, waiting for their master who was the devil, and the four beast standing on the pillars blew their trumpets for the coming of Lucifer.

A red dragon with seven heads, ten horns, seven crowns on his head emerged from the air and every beast bowed as he landed at the middle of the altar, his breaths were breaths of fire.

"Gabi! Gabi! Gabi!" The crowd chorused.

Another beast emerged from the ground at the front of the altar, having four heads and three crowns. The beast was like a leopard, his feet were like the feet of bear and his mouth like the mouth of a lion and in his hand was the book of Death. He opened the book and read out loud to the dragon, called Lucifer, the names of the those they had succeeded in killing.

Lucifer breathed out fire after he had heard the numbers of the dead, and the crowd rejoiced, saying. "There's none like you, oh mighty one."

Lucifer spread his wings joyfully. "Oh great people of hell," his voice was like many trumpets. "I've come to bless you all with more power to make war with the saint, and to overcome them."

"Gabi! Gabi! Gabi!"

"Go into the four corners of the world, bring both small, great, rich, poor, free and bond, that our kingdom may be filled. I've given you power to perform great wonders. Let fire comes down from the sky in the sight of men. Deceive them with great miracles that they may come to me in multitude, and anyone that didn't believe in us, their blood we shall drink."

"Gabi! Gabi! Gabi!"

"Let your churches be multiply. Bless them with great wealth that would blind their eyes from seeing the light. This a war we must win. No man on earth shall see God, for I am the king of the earth and everything belongs to me." Lucifer ended with more confidence in his voice.

"Gabi! Gabi! Gabi!"

DEVIL'S BAGAIN

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Episode Four

With the thought of Emeka strongly in my mind, I stood with my arms crossed over my chest staring through the open window of the living room. Emeka left home the day we returned from the village for three days without leaving a word with me and his was off. I was filled with so much regret with tears running down my cheeks. I stared through the opened window till the sun slipped behind the horizon and the moon shone bright as day.

The following morning after a sleepless night, I went to see Lara in her apartment.

"Ore," Lara said as she pulled the door opened. "How you dey?"

"Lara, It has happened." I said as I stepped into her sitting room.

"Really? Tell me something."

With a low voice, I told her everything. "Lara, my mother-in-law is very sick as I'm talking you now."

"You don't mean it? So soon."

"I couldn't believe it myself. I almost shared tears when I saw her."

"Why?" Lara said. "Abeg let her reap what she had sowed jare."

"My major concern now is Emeka."

"What happened to Emeka?"

"Emeka has left home since the day we returned from the village. I don't know what to expect from him whenever he returns."

"Don't worry Emeka will understand." Lara said and sat beside me.

I shook my head slowly, drew in a deep breath and leaned my head against the chair. "I'm just scared. I don't know what will comes out of this."

“You need not to be scared.” Lara said. “All that matters is you having a child.”

"I know but will Emeka forgive me? And I was told to stop using the soap or else something bad will happen.”

“Who? The priest?” She asked. “Have you forgotten what baba told you? You better don't be silly."

I stared at Lara quietly. A mental image of the herbalist flashed through my mind. “If you start using this soap, you must not stop until after seven days. If you do not complete the bath for seven days, something bad will happen.” That was the warning of the herbalist before me and Lara left his shrine.

“Nkechi.” Lara sighed. "You better wise up ”

"I've stopped using the soap since we returned from the village.”

"Oh my God!  Nkechi you shouldn't have done that." Lara said. "Ah, you this woman."

I sat down quietly for a very long moment. "I'm afraid Lara." I met her eyes. "I Don't know what to do now."

Lara heaved a heavy sign and met my eyes. "Don't worry." She put her hand across my shoulder. "We need to go back to baba and explain to him about it."

"What about Emeka? I'm so worried about him."

"Don't worry," Lara said. "He will come back home."

"What if.."

"Come on," Lara snapped. "Be positive. Nothing will happen." She got to her feet. "Let me prepare something for us to eat."

"I'm not hungry jare."

"Have you eaten?"

"No, but.."

"But what? You better eat to save some strength for your challenges." She placed her arms on her waist and leaned her head forward. "This is a battle you must win. You've started it, and it won't be wise not to finish it, unless you want to remain childless."

I stared at her silently as she walked out of the sitting room. If only she knew how I was feeling. What would be the gain if Emeka decides to divorce me? Would he ever understand that what I did was for the good of us? Would he ever forgive me? I was consumed with so much thoughts.

The day was getting old when I got back home and I was surprised to see Emeka's car parked in the compound. I felt a little relieve and ready myself for what his return would bring. “When did my husband returned.”

“Since afternoon madam.” The gate man said.

I stood silently for few seconds before walking into the house. I stopped and stared at Emeka as he pulled himself up staring back at me as. I stood unmoving, I wanted to walk but my feet refused to move, all I could do was stare.

Emeka took a step forward and opened his hands wide. “Come.”

With tears in my eyes, I ran towards him and threw myself into his arms. “I’m sorry.” I said soberly.

“She’s dead.” He held me tight. “She confessed.”

“I'm..sorry.” I cried bitterly.

"It’s okay. It wasn't your fault.” He gently sat me down on the chair and wiped my tears with his finger.

The more he tried to calm me down, the more tears was running down my cheeks. My tears wasn't for my mother-in-law, but for the love that Emeka showed toward me. I couldn't believe he forgave me. I was hoping for the worst, but he proved his to me. I knew how much he loved his mother, and taking the matter that simple made me cried like a child.

A month later after his mother had been buried, he left to Abuja on a business trip. It was midnight when this happened.

I was sitting next to a tree that stretched across the narrow part in a dark forest. The tree was huge and seemed to be from a strange type of tree with a very thick, long bark and branches mostly at the top. How I got there I couldn't tell. I got to my feet and pulled my gaze around the forest.

“Hahaha! You will not have a child!!.”

I turned my gaze around to see my mother-in-law with a knife in her arm. Fear gripped my heart. I took a step back and fell to the ground. "Please don't kill me."

“You will die!!”

I wanted to turn and run but my legs were not responding. "No please.”

At once, she aimed the knife at me and began to laugh.

"No!!"

I jerked up from sleep to a heavy thunder strike and lightening. The rain was pouring heavily and the cold of the wind that was coming through the opened window filled the room. I jumped out of bed and walked toward the window. After I shut the window, I heard a sound behind me and turned around in fear, but no one was there. My head dashed around the room, looking at every corner.

I made it over to the door and pulled it open just enough for me to see through. “Who is there?” There was no answer. I closed the door gently and turned. The cold I had never knew in my life fell over me. My eyes widened in fear to what I saw in front of me. Beside the window, the ghost of my mother-in-law stood, staring at me.

“Aaaah!”

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Babyurgly1:
Harry u are great.

Thanks dearie