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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 3:21pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
***-*** Amos and I had countless arguments after that. There was a time I was in the kitchen, preparing the kids’ lunch bags—for school. Amos had come in. And, with an angry look on his face had requested that I dropped them and attended to him. I wasn’t expecting what came next. He took the bags from me and threw them away when I pretended not to hear. His anger got the best of him and he gripped my arm. “A-Amos…” …all I could remember, before he flung me and I hit my head on the kitchen stand. ** “Ah!” I woke up to the stinging pain. “You’re awake,” a voice said. “A-Amos,” I shifted in fear. “I’m sorry, baby,” he drew closer. “You’re sorry?” I felt my head, groaning in pain. “You’re sorry?!” “Please forgive me.” Tears fell from my eyes. I’d never have believed if one told me—Amos laying his fingers on me—totally out of this world. I was in our room, a wrapper covering my legs. The kids were no where in sight, getting me scared. “My kids. M .Where are they?” I asked panic-stricken, dreading Amos had done something to them. “They’re in the living room,” “Do they know…?” “No.” his Adam’s apple moved, as his head turned. “How could you do such a thing? Pushing me like that?” “It was never what I intended,” “Amos, haven’t I been nice to you? What changed?” “You have been nice to me.” He got his eyes on me. “I’m so sorry, honey. I really don’t know what came over me.” “You don’t know?” I tried not to get angry but it was hard. “Amos, you know I can deal with the fact that you’re not religious and you get angry at some point… but touching me?” I paused. “That’s just far.” I looked away, jaw clenching. Several times I had told myself that it wouldn’t reach to the level of him touching me; my heart was filled with heaviness, pain—and even more. I wanted him out of my sight, but dreaded saying it, then I found courage: "Please leave. Go!” “B-babe?” “If I had known you'd turn out like this, I wouldn't have married you.” We both looked at each other, and then he left. I sat, crying on the bed, wishing I'd be healed from the pain and never have to think of what had happened. ...then came regret  TO BE CONT'D... ... |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 3:33pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
Abeg, should Habibat still stay in this marriage? I no dey understand Amos again  |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 3:46pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 4:07pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 8:35pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
I realized I posted the wrong one before my phone went off. Ouch. I apologize _______ “I want a divorce. We’re not compatible.” Amos took the paper and signed, and I was finally free. “Hon—” someone shook me. “Hon, wake up. You haven’t eaten.” “I’m not hungry.” I muttered and opened my eyes. “Amos!” “Are you still angry with me?” I gave no response. If he’s trying to make up for what he’s done, he should know it’d never work. “Habibat, please…” I turned my head to the side. “Please go. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” I turned down his gesture. I fancied having breakfast in bed but wasn’t feeling it. I could hear my stomach rumbling, but I didn’t want to get up and let him win. “Your food is here,” …I heard. The door came close and I sighed where I laid. “He thinks he can buy me back with his pretentious ways.” I locked my eyelids back. I got up later and went to where the food was placed. “Rice and turkey. Hm.” I closed it back and shrugged my shoulders. I won’t let you win, Amos, I remembered the dream. I loved my husband so much, so what would make me think of getting a divorce? Maybe you should forgive him, my mind rose. “Forgive him?” I thought aloud. I didn’t think forgiving him would be a better option. I was going to hold onto the grudge and make him feel miserable just how he made me when we quarreled and I went begging. I won’t forgive him until three weeks have passed, I thought. The fourth day came… “Babe, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you for days. Can you please forgive me?” I was the one asking for forgiveness. It was funny, cause I really wanted to torture him. “It’s okay, hon,” He said and rose to his feet. We hugged and kissed, and then he caressed my cheeks. “We’re cool.” He said, as a knock came on the door. “Who’s there?” We asked at the same time. “Oga, na me,” We pulled away, hearing Usman, our gateman. “Usman?” Amos went to open the door. “Oga, na one woman carry me come,” Usman said, as Amos opened the door. “Hello, handsome—” a woman with a fine accent greeted. “Baby, who is that?” I marched forward and slid my arm under his. “His wife, bitch!” Amos has another woman? My heart sank in my boots. “W-wife?” “Henry? Jenna?” The woman called. Two lovely kids appeared as she did; one about the size of my kids, and the other—can’t say. I looked at Amos and he looked at me. “Babe, what is this?” His lips were frozen. The weird lady pushed me out of the way and marched in like she owned the house. “Wench, help me with my bags!” Amos had lots of explanations to do. |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 8:38pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
Chapter 8 & 9 coming soon |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Ann2012(f): 8:41pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
Well done OP 1 Like |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 8:54pm On Dec 28, 2021 |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 9:22am On Dec 29, 2021 |
MARRIED TO AN ATHEIST – Chapter Eight✍❣ The woman walked to one of the sofas and sat down. “Get me a bottle of water, will you?” she said to me. “Huh?” I stood speechless. “Mom, we have a bottle in one of the bags, remember?” Her son reminded. His sister handed him one and he passed a bottle to their mother. “Thank you, son.” The woman said. It was as if I was watching a Zee World series. “What are you doing here, Gabrielle?” So that was her name? Gabrielle— “I missed my hubby, that’s what,” The fair woman replied. “Amos, how could you?” I finally got myself. “How could you lie to me? Tell me, how could you?” I remembered when he had gone to London. So it was his family he visited there? “You completely made a fool out of me, Amos. I trusted you!” I burst into tears. My mind was messed up and I was starting to see double. “Oh, dear girl,” Gabrielle said. “You see, hubby here told me about a girl he had a thing for. . .Sort of a one night stand...that he got pregnant.” “A one night stand?” I looked at Amos. Gabrielle had her four fingers over her lips, leaving her thumb. “Hubby wasn’t lying, was he?” she stood up and walked to me, looking at my stomach. “You nasty liar,” she turned with shoulders raised. “I thought you told me she was preggy?” Her kids said with a British accent. “Daddy’s a liar.” they laughed. So they’ve been in touch, too? Their mother’s voice drowned my thoughts out. “Oh, no matter, my dear ones,” she chuckled and walked back to the sofa. “So,” she said, “Nigeria’s changed!” she looked at us both and got her legs crossed. “Which one of you would like to fill me in? It’s been ages, my darlings!” she took up the transparent bottle and drank from it. “I’m sorry, did you not hear me?” I was lost and short for words. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. What…? How?! “Perhaps you’ve gotten an ear blocked—” I looked at Amos, snapping out of ‘shock land’. “I can’t believe you did this to me,” I said, and made for the stairs. I hurried to our room and shut the door—slam! Amos came in. “Habiba-at, I can explain,” he said shakily. “You’ve been lying to me all this time, Amos! What’s there to explain?” I gritted. I told no one in particular: “He’s been lying to me. He’s been lying to me—” it seemed I was running mad. I made for my box. A large purple box which stood at the far end. I’d planned on getting something inside, but instead saw myself packing. “Habibat, you have to listen to me…” “Listen to you?!” I thought about my kids—and felt an even greater pain. All I could think of was getting them out of there and going back to my father’s house. My eyes were greatly blinded: By hurt—and by pain; the love I was one felt, now vanishing into thin air. “Babe! Babe!” Jerked back and forth, I was made to stare the devil in the eye. “A-Amos?” It was all happening so fast. The man I loved and cherished above all men. . .Nothing but a liar! “Touch me one more time and I’ll push this in the very place you least expect!” I took up the scissors after hurriedly pulling away. It was in the net of my box. “Babe, just listen to me,” “You have five minutes to explain. Go.” He began: “I wanted to tell you…” “Tell me?” “I didn’t want you to find out like this…” “That you had a wife and kids abroad? Wow!” “I-I’m sorry,” “Sorry for yourself!” “Really, I am.” “I swear, I’ll drive this into you if you don’t stop!” I showed him the end of the scissors. I was dead serious. There were no photos or signs to tell he was married to some woman abroad. I’d gone from bad to worse! “It’s like I said,” I told him, “I wouldn’t have married you.” I remembered what I said days ago, and my tears flowed once more. To Be Cont’d  Please ignore all mistakes  ... thank you |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 10:15am On Dec 29, 2021 |
_____ It was true Amos was the one seeing me through school... but I had cut all ties and gone my way. He kept coming back, for reasons I do not know. Seeing him only made me angry. “Please, my love. Please come back. I miss you.” Amos had visited some days after. “Seriously? You’re still here?” I asked with furious brows. “I’m here, honey,” he said. “And I’m not leaving until…” “Do you not get it?” I laughed. “Honey?” I laughed again. “You know, you really have some nerves coming here, Amos. I could hit you with this broom… but I won’t! Please leave now or I’ll call the neighbours. . .And even release our dogs on you!” I meant every word. “You really have no shame, Mr Adeoyi. No shame at all.” He made to kneel— Then I shouted. “Ah-ah! Wetin?” “Habibat, please come back. I’ll explain everything,” I said in Yoruba. “Mr Man, stand up and stop disgracing yourself. Just look at you.” I’m sure he felt embarrassed. “Ah-ah. This one you come here… be like say your wife don japa...” I joked in pidgin. “Habibat…” “You still dey talk? Whisky!” I started calling my dog. There were three. One was Bruno, the other Whisky. And the last… Fine Girl. She was named because of the way her skin glittered. She was white and beautiful. Amos still stayed, pleading on the ground. His black trouser was dusty, I could see. He was sweating all over despite the slight breeze that was blowing. I could tell he was scared, though determined to get me back. “I won’t leave until you come with me, Habibat. You’re my life… my gold…” “Mm. You go soon say silver,” I laughed and threw my head backwards, and back again. “I miss you and the twins.” I was getting bored with the whole ‘miss miss’. Will someone get those dogs? I thought angrily. “Mommy…” “Oya, get out!” I said to Amos, not caring if he was hurt. I pushed the door, and he stood up abruptly, holding it. “Habibat, please…” “I said ‘Get out!’ ” I shouted to the hearing of everyone, finally getting it closed. “Habibat!” Memories came crawling back. “I’ll be leaving for London, honey. Uncle and coz need me.” I’d believed everything. Even believed he was really taking a course over there… as stated. I landed on the floor as hot tears escaped their glands. The twins came forward and held me. They were the ones who strengthened me. |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by xaviercasmir(m): 11:07am On Dec 29, 2021 |
Nice one. You got my glued 1 Like |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 1:12pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
MARRIED TO AN ATHEIST - Chapter Nine {The Last} Amos couldn’t stop pestering me, even after that day—to the extent mom called and sat me down: “We need to get this man to completely forget about you,” she said, “I know a man who can help.” I followed her advice and walked with her. Mama had taken me to one Baba’s place. His name was ‘Baba Iyati’—a powerful man, as made known by her. His charms were known, and everyone who went to his refuge spoke of how he worked miracles. I, for one hoped, they were right. “We have arrived,” Mom said, and pulled over in a narrow path. “This should lead us to Baba’s place.” she continued. We got down and followed the narrow path, lined with bushes. The scorching sun was beating our necks, our feet sore after walking for something that seemed for hours, though it was some mimutes… if well checked. Baba was doing some incantations when we arrived. He looked up with a grin on his face, and Mom asked me to wait before going to meet him. “I am coming, my daughter—” she said, and entered the tent. I wouldn’t exactly say it was a ‘tent’. It had some white nylons covering it to the very top. The skulls and the dolls—scary, creepy dolls—some without legs, showing it was really the place. “You can come in now,” Mom’s voice led me in. I sat on the ground, with my legs placed on each other. Baba looked at me, then at Mama. He looked me to the clouds and hummed in a tone that sent shivers up my covered spine. Mom was busy staring at him, beaming with smiles. I knew what her smile told—my daughter was going to be finally free! “Take this bottle,” Baba said. “Make sure you rub the content on your body at exactly 3.” He handed me a brown bottle as soon as he was done humming. He had taken the bottle out of the mortar beside. He took a chalk and asked me to come closer, made a circle on my head, and spat on my face—the grossest thing ever! “Mom, this was never in the plan…” “Just do as Baba says.” Mom said. We stood up and thanked him, left the place, not looking back, as instructed. Baba had told us to follow a different path from the one we followed. Doing as we were told, we came upon a crossroad, where a man stood with his hand stretched out. “A path has been made for you,” he said. His eyes were rolled, and his lips visibly chapped. His left hand signaled for us to follow, and we did, though scared. We met some maidens on the road. Three. They were fully clothed in white and none talking to us. We said nothing… but passed, reaching a road where Mom’s car stood waiting. “Finally!” ×××× “Babe, I’m sorry. I mean it,” Amos had come at exactly the time I’d rubbed the substance. The substance was smelly—and milky. It had mixed with my body to my surprise, turning brown at every rub. I’ll see if he’s going to pester me further after this, I thought, and grinned on the outside. “Babe?” I called. “I swear, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.” I left the door and moved closer. “Anything?” He replied speedily, “Yes, anything,” I said, and hugged him. “It’s okay, baby. It’s fine.” He pushed me roughly. “What-what am I doing here?” I acted, though happy. “W-what are you doing here?” “Where… where am I?” Baba Iyati, you’re the best! I chuckled, and grinned inside. “Where is everyone? Mom? Dad? Gabrielle?” I stopped grinning and looked at him. “A-Amos?” “Gabrielle!” he took off his clothes in seconds. “Gabrielle!” Amos had gone mad—  |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 1:14pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by xaviercasmir(m): 2:35pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
This is confusing. I thought that the lady's mother was a Christian that always do night vigil when she was in her daughter's house? How come she knows the road to a medicine man? Thanks for the update 1 Like |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Ann2012(f): 3:44pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
xaviercasmir: Me sef wonder oooo 1 Like |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Gideons708: 4:25pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
Jaylynn: Hey, is this story fiction? 1 Like |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 6:59pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 7:00pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
Ann2012: Lol. You don't know women like Habibat's mom exist You don't know who is ‘who’ |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 7:02pm On Dec 29, 2021 |
xaviercasmir: Lolzz. My dear, you haven't seen |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 9:46am On Dec 30, 2021 |
UNEDITED ✍✍ ** I was unable to hold him. He was out on the streets, loose and miserable. I shouted like never before, alerting everyone, including Mom. “Mom, you see what you’ve done? Amos has gone mad!” “I did it for you, my daughter. I did it for you.” She said. “Did it for me?” I asked, “how is making the man I love mad… ‘doing it for me’?” “Habibat, calm down…” I yelled: “Don’t tell me to calm down! Amos is outside!” Dad came out. “What is happening here?” I folded my arms and tried not to look at him. “Is the kids’ noise not enough? Why do you two have to add to it?” he went mad with rage. I was ready to explain what had happened from the beginning. Mom kept giving me sign. One to show that I shouldn’t talk. But I ignored and went right ahead in telling him. “Dad, just imagine what Mom did,” “Habibat!” Mom called. My face was drenched—”Mom had the guts to lie to me, daddy. She took me to one Baba’s place and deceived me into thinking I was going to get my husband off my back….” “Habibat, shut up!” Mom yelled. “No, Mom. I won’t shut up,” I said. “I won’t shut up until Dad knows everything that went on.” I wasn’t going to keep him in the dark. I was going to tell him everything from the very beginning. “Latifah, so this is what you have been doing?” Dad was shocked when I was done narrating. He couldn’t believe Mom and I had gone to a native doctor’s house. “My husband,” Mom made to explain. “I only did it for our daughter. Ọmọbinrin wa.” “You did it for yourself, mother. Yourself!” “That’s a lie!” Mom growled. “I told you to wait outside while I talked with Baba,” she said, “I was the one who told Baba to give you a different charm. Yes! I did!” I shook my head in pain. “Mom, how could you?” “That boy was so foolish to send me away…” “So this is all about that day?” I replayed the time Mama had left Amos’s house. “And yet you call yourself a Christian?” Dad listened with face twitching. “Ah! I am really disappointed.” he said, and left. Mom made to touch me… and I pushed her away. “You and Baba better know what you did to Amos.” I thought after that, and made for the couch. I took up my leopard print bag, and made for where Mom kept her keys. It was on the table—in the middle of our medium-sized living room. I seized it and hurried out, got into the car, and zoomed off. I was driving when my phone rang. I checked to see who the caller was, seeing an unknown number, as I made to pick. “Hello?” “Where is my husband?” Gabrielle’s voice rang. “G-Gabrielle?” “Where is my husband, you bitch? What have you done to him?” “Y-your husband?” I pretended not to know. “Um, h-how d-did you get my number?” I stammered. “Amos’ diary has your fingerprints everywhere,” she said, “He hasn’t come home for days.” “D-days?” “Yes. Two days, actually. Have you seen him?” My lips were dry. “N-no.” “Alright. Will hang up now.” My phone went beep. I breathed heavily where I was, keeping my eyes on the road. I could see the path clearly now; the place which had led to Baba’s house. “I’m going to set things right,” I said with all certainties. I was ready to confront Baba, determined to do anything just to have my husband back. “Where are you going?!” A voice called behind. I was glued to my chair. “Jesus!” “That name cannot save you. You have soiled your hands and harmed the pure.” “Take up your bible and confess your sins. Only God has the final say!” A voice echoed in my head, and I did as I was told. I remembered Mom had a bible she usually kept in the car. It was next to the brake; the perfect timing to have it grabbed. Jehovah has the final say. Lord, I am really sorry for my sins, I said in my mind, with all sincerity. It was never my intention to harm Amos. Mom had misled me, and now the innocent was suffering. “Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!” “You lie!” I raised the bible in the air, and turned to confront the devil. She was shining like the morning sun, completely different from the devil said to be black and with a long tail. She was beautiful; her face beautified with rings—and hands having bangles that dangled and made rhythmic sounds with every move. I wasn’t scared a bit looking at her. Not when I was in Christ. I’d confessed my sins and changed my mind of confronting Baba. This was a battle I needed to win. “Your words are no match for mine!” Her words echoed all over; my lioness' side activated, as I began speaking in tongues. “Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!” I continued praying. I’d prayed for what seemed like hours, though it was barely some minutes. I opened my eyes to find myself alone, and the place quiet. “Now, go. Go and never come back here.” The voice came again. I wasted no time starting the car, leaving pack of dust behind at the kick. I was back home again, contemplating whether to call our pastor. My phone jolted me... and I saw the same number that had called before. “Gabrielle?” My heart skipped; shaky thumb made to swipe, as a voice came in... “You monster!” I was taken aback by the sound. “What have you done to my husband?” I wondered how she had found him. “You mean Amos? How-how did you…?” “You did this to get back at us, didn’t you? What has my family done to you?” “Gabrielle, calm down!” I yelled into the phone. “You’re telling me to calm down?” “Grrh!” “My husband’s in a terrible condition and you’re telling me to calm down?” Amos’ voice was echoing in the background. “Where are you now?” …it was stupid to ask. “At the mansion.” I heaved a sigh, and looked at the heavens. “O-okay. I’m coming.” “You can save that for God knows when. I’m done with this marriage!” she ended the call. I was shaken a bit, hating myself, and wishing I had never listened to mama. I picked up my bag and walked back to the car, got inside—and drove off in a haste. I went to Pastor Vincent, our area pastor; I told him everything—from how I had gone to Baba Iyati’s to how I'd applied the milky substance. I confessed my sins once again, and we prayed together. We drove to Amos’ house, with Sister Bisola and brother Jerome following in the church van. Pastor Vincent burst into tongues when we arrived: We hadn’t even gotten out of the van, when he said, “We need more people—” I gave a loud swallow. 1 Like 1 Share |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Frank25: 9:48am On Dec 30, 2021 |
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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Gideons708: 10:13am On Dec 30, 2021 |
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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 6:38pm On Dec 30, 2021 |
:: “B-but why?” My mouth shook. “You are married to an atheist, Habibat. We cannot do this alone.” I understood what he meant. But I hadn’t told him anything about Amos being an atheist. It must have been revealed to him. “Brother Jerome?” Brother Jerome brought his head closer. “Call Evangelist Tayo and tell him we are on a dangerous mission!” Brother Jerome agreed. “Yes, Daddy.” “Sister Bisi?” Sister Bisola answered the call. “Put a call through to the rest of the band. The prayer band,” he said, “Make sure they are here… in not less than 20 minutes.” “Yes, Daddy.” They got busy. Sister Bisola put a call through, as Brother Jerome went about swiping the screen of his phone. With it put close to his ear, he groaned and moved his fist in the air, and brought it down. “What is it, Brother Jerome?” Daddy noticed his anxiety. “Daddy, Evangelist Tayo is not picking.” I lowered my face. “What did daddy mean by ‘we’re on a dangerous mission’? Has the case gotten worse?” “Daddy, Sister Kemi and the rest of the band are coming. They’re on their way. “Sister Bisola informed. Daddy told everyone to come down and requested for a bottle of olive oil to be brought. The olive oil was brought and we walked to the gate. Daddy poured half of the oil on the ground right there, and he made to knock. “Who be that?!” Usman called. “Na now I wan sleep una know you go come.” I almost laughed, but held it in. Usman opened the gate and we walked in. “Ah! Madam! Long time oo.” he said with hands raised. “Oga dey house?” I acted like I had no clue. “Er… erm… erm…” “Let’s just go in,” Pastor Vincent cut him short. He led the way, and we followed. Looking at the white building, with its two pillars standing out in front, he stood, as though admiring the beautiful design, shook his head, and signaled to us to follow, with his five fingers moving lightly in the air. “Stop!” he halted, and we did. All these delays… I thought within me, and blew the air with my mouth. Daddy sprinkled oil on the ground, and asked us to walk over it. “Do not let your feet touch it,” came his instructions. The front door was left wide open, and two kids came running, as angry groans filled the air. “We cannot stay here, Jenna. Daddy’s gone mad.” the little one said. “Where is your mother?” I asked, stunned. “We don’t know.” Jenna, the girl, replied. I could tell her age now by looking well. She looked not more than 15. “You don’t know where your Mom is?” I was shocked Gabrielle had left them. “Auntie?” the little one called to my hearing. “Why is father acting that way?” the way he asked made me emotional. “Ah!” Pastor Vincent cut his question short. “Where is he? I need to see him.” He went off in a flash, and was in the large living room before we knew it. I told the kids to wait outside so they wouldn’t witness a thing. I walked behind and let Brother Jerome and Sister Bisi to go in before I did. Amos was on the floor, spitting and growling. He was gnashing his teeth along, as he sat, bound to the balusters. “Oh, my husband!” came my cries. Hot beads of sweat trickled down, as my face laid wet from the hotness the skin around that area emitted. My husband was in a terrible condition, I could see. Pastor Vincent began praying, and in time—the rest of the people joined. Minister Ubaka… thank God! One of the Ministers in the church walked right in: A big bible was stuck in his hand, and a bigger bottle of oil lapped perfectly in his pit. He began speaking in tongues, as Amos snarled and uttered loudly. “Where is your mother?!” Minister Ubaka asked. “Step forth!” I had no choice but to do as commanded. |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 6:43pm On Dec 30, 2021 |
I don leave writing for who sabi write This thing no easy |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 6:44pm On Dec 30, 2021 |
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Jaylynn: O...Kay! I'm done editing. This story should have ended a long time Don't know why I keep writing  |
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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 8:24pm On Dec 30, 2021 |
Finally! “Oh, your mother is really evil,” I shuddered. Mom had been this prayerful Christian—what really changed? “Hahaha. Your mother is back home conniving with the devil—” I was lost. How could she possibly be conniving with the devil, when—” I remembered Baba. Is Baba at our house? “Kneel down!” Minister Ubaka yelled. “Kneel down!” he shouted again. I knelt down and looked up at him. He opened the bottle of olive oil and poured its content on my head, letting it pour down. “That native doctor you went to see… hahaha! His time is up!” he began rubbing my forehead with his hand, as he laughed and shook me on the floor. I was starting to feel dizzy from the exercise, though I remained strong. Whatever Baba did to me, I needed it to be removed. “What do you mean by Mama is conniving with the devil in our house...?” I wanted to ask. “Oh… Jesus!!! Jesus!!!” Minister Ubaka started shouting. “I will not let you free the boy,” a voice said. I opened my eyes and saw Mom and the native doctor standing beside my husband; Mom was dressed in red—a gown that reached her toes, while Baba was half naked. “Mom, what did I do to you?” “This is not your fight, Habibat!” she slammed her foot on the floor, and looked at Baba. “Do to him whatever you want.” Everyone gathered around me, including Minister Ubaka, started speaking in tongues. “No! No, he is mine…!” “Mom…” I was too weak to pray. I could only watch as light and darkness wrestled—something I’d never seen. Mom blew up in flames before my eyes, after much prayers, and Baba Iyati roared and disappeared into the ground. It was as though everything that was going on was being played on a screen. Only that it was happening for real. . .It was very real. Mom’s burnt flesh laid on the floor. “H-Habibat?” Amos called sanely. He looked at the chains he was bound in, and at me, making heavy tears drop from my eyes. “A-Amos?” I couldn't believe it. I rushed towards him, and crouched beside him. Pastor Vincent instructed for the chains to be removed. “The Lord has done it!” Pastor Vincent praised. “He has done it again. . .Yes, he has—” I put my arms around Amos and smiled joyfully. Anticipate epilogue |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 9:14am On Dec 31, 2021 |
MARRIED TO AN ATHEIST - Chapter Nine... ✍ I got you there. Oh, I'm just kidding EPILOGUE {Logging out immediately }A year had gone by since Mom died and Amos and I got back together. We were living happily as a family. With Jenna. Henry. The twins. And sometimes Dad who came to visit. Things were going well, though I wished it wouldn’t have been this way, with Mom not in the picture. Mom took a different path. A path never meant for someone who called herself a ‘true’ Christian. Amos had known about everything, thanks to me. I spared no details, telling him what had transpired between Baba and me, and how temporary mad he had gone. He was dumbfounded on hearing it all. I doubted if he was ever going to forgive me, but he did. Things were going well for the both of us, that I wished we’d never have to drift apart. ----_--- “Here’s your food, honey,”…it had seemed like a dream. The sound the tumbler made—that clinking sound—made me realize it was all ‘real’. “Hon, what’s this?” I smiled, as I asked. “Don’t tell me you forgot?” He arched his brows at me, and I laughed. “Forgot what?” He reminded, “Today is the day I asked you to marry me. May 23rd.” I remembered. I was blushing all this while, staring down at the tray, fingers itching to check what Amos had in store. “Don’t forget to pray first,” I was surprised he said the ‘P’ word. “You said ‘pray’?” He winked at me, and got up from beside me. It was true Amos and I had had so many ups and downs. But we were getting to stay without any disagreements. And even getting to know each other... pretty well. Hm. I wonder what happened to Baba ~Married To An Atheist It really brought out a lot Thanks for following to the very end of this part I love surprising my peeps  So me! Do have a nice day 1 Share
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| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Nobody: 9:44am On Dec 31, 2021 |
Oh, and... click on my profile to read other stories written by me. Got some that I posted with my old acct, too. Will try and gather it somewhere. Again So you won't have a hard time finding 'em.BYE NOW |
| Re: Married To An Atheist***Jessica Duru by Gideons708: 12:29pm On Jan 01, 2022 |
Jaylynn: Hm, I have some questions. I know this is a story, but you don't seem to do justice to Amos religious belief.  1 Like |
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