A BATTLE FOR HIS HEART
EPISODE 6
For the next few days, Mama Kunle barely spoke to Amara. She moved around the house with a deep frown, acting like Amara didn’t exist.
If Amara greeted her, she would nod without answering. If Amara served her food, she would push the plate aside and mumble, “I don’t have an appetite.”
The tension in the house was so thick, it was suffocating.
One evening, after dinner, Kunle pulled his mother aside. “Mama, why are you behaving like this?”
Mama Kunle crossed her arms. “Behaving like what?”
“You ignore Amara like she is a stranger,” Kunle said. “She is your son’s wife. Shouldn’t you treat her with respect?”
Mama Kunle scoffed. “Respect? Did she respect me when she ran to tell you about my private conversation?”
Kunle sighed. “Mama, that’s not the point. We are all a family. I want peace in my home.”
Mama Kunle eyed him carefully. “You want peace? Then send her away.”
Kunle blinked. “What?”
“You heard me,” Mama Kunle said coldly. “Let her go back to her people. I will find you a good Yoruba wife.”
Kunle took a step back, shocked. “Mama, I can’t believe you just said that.”
Mama Kunle shrugged. “Believe it. I will never accept her.”
Kunle shook his head. “Mama, Amara is my wife. Whether you accept her or not, she is not going anywhere.”
Mama Kunle’s expression darkened. “So, you have truly chosen her over me?”
Kunle sighed in frustration. “Mama, why must it be about choosing?”
Mama Kunle didn’t answer. Instead, she turned and walked away, slamming the door behind her.
Kunle ran a hand through his hair. He had never felt so drained in his life.
That night, as Amara lay beside him, she spoke softly. “Kunle, I don’t think she will ever accept me.”
Kunle sighed. “I don’t know what to do, Amara. I love you, but she is my mother.”
Amara turned to face him. “I don’t want to come between you two, but she is making this house unbearable for me.”
Kunle pulled her close. “We will get through this, I promise.”
But as Amara closed her eyes, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that things were about to get worse.
And she was right.
Because Mama Kunle was not done yet.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A BATTLE FOR HIS HEART
EPISODE 7
The next morning, Amara woke up to the sound of loud prayers coming from the living room. She turned to Kunle, who was still half asleep.
“Kunle, do you hear that?” she whispered.
Kunle groaned. “Mama again?”
They got out of bed and stepped into the living room. Mama Kunle was standing in the middle of the room, holding a Bible, her voice rising with intensity.
“Any evil woman that wants to control my son, Holy Ghost fire! Any strange woman that has tied my son with juju, die by fire!”
Amara’s chest tightened.
Kunle rubbed his temples. “Mama, what is this?”
Mama Kunle turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “I am praying for my son’s deliverance! This woman has blinded you!”
Amara took a deep breath. “Mama, why do you keep saying this? What have I done to you?”
Mama Kunle pointed a finger at her. “You know what you have done! Since you came into my son’s life, he no longer listens to me. You have turned him against me!”
Kunle shook his head. “Mama, that is not true.”
“It is true!” she shouted. “That is why I have called a powerful pastor to come and pray for you.”
Kunle and Amara exchanged glances.
“When is the pastor coming?” Kunle asked cautiously.
Mama Kunle smiled triumphantly. “He is already on his way.”
Kunle sighed. “Mama, this is unnecessary.”
Mama Kunle folded her arms. “If you don’t have anything to hide, why are you afraid?”
Before Kunle could respond, there was a knock on the door.
Mama Kunle’s face lit up. “Ah, that must be him!”
She rushed to open the door, revealing an elderly man in a white robe holding a Bible.
“Pastor, welcome!” Mama Kunle said, stepping aside.
The pastor walked in, scanning the room. His eyes settled on Amara, and he nodded knowingly. “This is the woman?”
“Yes, Pastor,” Mama Kunle said. “She is the one controlling my son.”
The pastor turned to Kunle. “My son, do you experience strange dreams? Do you wake up feeling weak?”
Kunle crossed his arms. “Pastor, I am fine.”
The pastor shook his head. “You will not know. The enemy works in secret.”
Amara’s patience snapped. “Pastor, with all due respect, I am not using anything on my husband. This is just Mama’s imagination.”
Mama Kunle gasped. “So, you are insulting a man of God now? You see, Pastor? The spirit inside her is manifesting!”
Amara looked at Kunle, frustrated. “Kunle, please say something.”
Kunle sighed. “Mama, Pastor, I love my wife. There is no need for deliverance. Amara has done nothing wrong.”
The pastor frowned. “My son, do not be deceived.”
Kunle shook his head. “I am not deceived. This prayer session is over.”
Mama Kunle gasped. “Kunle, you are rejecting prayer?!”
Kunle stood firm. “Yes, Mama. Because this is not prayer—it is an attack on my wife.”
Mama Kunle turned to the pastor. “Man of God, please continue.”
But the pastor looked at Kunle and sighed. “If the boy does not want prayers, there is nothing we can do.”
He picked up his Bible and left.
Mama Kunle collapsed onto the sofa, holding her chest. “Ah! Kunle, you have killed me! You have allowed this woman to destroy our family!”
Kunle sighed. “Mama, please stop this drama.”
Mama Kunle shook her head. “I will not stop. Since you refuse to open your eyes, I will have to do something about it myself.”
Kunle frowned. “What do you mean?”
Mama Kunle didn’t answer. She simply stood up and walked to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Amara turned to Kunle. “What do you think she is planning?”
Kunle sighed. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, I have a bad feeling about it.”
And he was right.
Because Mama Kunle was about to take things to another level.
TO BE CONTINUED..