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Every argument with him ever always ended with each of them talking over each other

Each person trying to make his or her voice heard the most.

This morning, the fight was off the roof, she screamed out her heart while he pounded his chest

“Baby, you are a devil incarnate, I regret marrying you ever”

“Well, ifee m you are no good either”

This had been going on for months now ever since they received the last doctors report, she had lost another baby again and this time, it was neither of their fault, she didn’t take any harmful prescription neither did he touch a hair on her skin as people presumed, you know one of those assumptions where people insist the husband must have panel beaten her.

He grew from complaining of too much pepper, less salt, small meat chunks and excess seasoning to how dirty the house was and how the kids failed their mathematics.

Jide could be a callous man some days but the brotherly spirit and home training wouldn’t let him hurt the wife of his youth

Mother had called few weeks back requesting that Amaka came visiting, she knew it was one of those endless arguments which included ’ ilo uwa’ and other superstitions that went against her Christian faith, she wasn’t ready for another round of fight with her mother not after she has had much to deal from  jide

He left the house, his tie flying in the wind, his crisp trouser which Amaka had ironed before the argument was gently folded you could see the creases start to form by the side, he cared less

Amaka rushed to stop the car; despite their fights, she never lost the respect and love she had for the husband even if it were mere marital duties with little or no affection, she dreaded the voice and eyes of outsiders prying through her marriage, dogs snooping around trying to scoop a not so hot gist from her misfortune; there was enough fight before they even got married, serious oppositions from both sides; their love stood the test of time

“You can’t leave the house looking like a hungry bachelor like you used to before you met me” she said as she ran a small comb and brush through his hair, applied a little powder and lip balm on his chapped lips and adjusted his tie.

Jide stood straight looking over head like a wounded soldier; they were both wounded

“I would have prayed with you but for the condition of our heart but I have prayed for you ifee mi , I love you, always remember that and I know that no matter how much of a callous and wicked man you turn to be, there would always be a space for that love we once shared”

He drove out, not a hug or a smile to grace his face; he still looked dashing as ever

“My princess, please come over to the house”

“Did you fight again?

“Am fine, I just need to hold hands and pray with someone”

“I already told you time and over again, I won’t paint words for you, go back to Jerusalem where you both lost your first love, go, and report him to God, I wonder what you want your girls to learn from you”

“You need to plead with God to do what he can and then you need to get out of the way and let him do it”

Thelma and Grace, the two gifts God had graced their love with

Weeks went by and still no sight of jide, his line was off and his staff never heard of him since the last time he told them he was going on a business trip that would last for days

There was so much hate in her heart to even think of interceding for her husband

“God I hate him soo much, he never used to be like this, we were never like this,but don’t let him do this please”

“jide. Please don’t do this to me, don’t insult our love”

The promotions came, more contracts, a new business, extra income and we went awool, just MIA

She dialed her friend’s number again

“I know why you called amy, come over to Jerusalem, am right outside your door”

That was all she needed to hear

She packed up, they both left the house, and she took her two kids to her mother’s place

“Where are you going to Amaka”

“Jerusalem mum”


“Prayer is what opens the floodgates that invites God to come down and be involved in our everyday circumstances”

our lives as women is an aroma unto our husbands and others, read more : https://preciousjewel.com.ng/she-bathed-the-aroma-of-christlessons-from-the-life-of-queen-esther/

They prayed, fasted, she cried and complained at the master’s feet; three days, she felt energized and relived and refreshed

This post on prayer blessed my live and am sure it would bless yours :

DON’T MESS WITH A RIGHTEOUS WOMAN. https://ifegrace.com/2017/12/dont-mess-with-a-righteous-woman/

She had recovered what went missing

“To win the fight you have got to have the right strategy and the right resources because victories do not come by accident

That tingly feeling and joyful expression that says:

“I got your back daughter”

Ohh how she felt when the Holy Spirit spoke to her again after years of neglect

She cried “don’t give up on me lord”

“I never did daughter, you choose to leave me alone, you gave up on yourself, you became so cold I could barely feel your warmth of fellowship with me, the communion we once shared was gone and you cared less, you fought more physical battles than spiritual combat”

“You seem to forget daughter”

“For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds; Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; And having in a readiness to revenge all disobedience, when your obedience is fulfilled”

2 cor 10:4-6


You allowed the book of law to depart from your mouth.

This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.”

Joshua 1:8 King James Version (KJV)

 She cried

A month gone and jide sprang from nowhere, dead and beat

“Ifee mi “she cried hugging him tightly he could be barely breathe

“Am sorry baby”

“It is okay,ifee”

“I defiled our marital bed”

“Noo, ifee mi, no you did not” she cried pulling him by the shirt

“I don’t deserve this insult ever”

She felt like hitting his face, she wanted him to feel the pain she felt in her heart, she felt  sharp pin hit through her heart, he had been the worst man but never went too far

“What happened ifee”

“Am sorry baby, just pray for me”

“Come on get up, the lord answered my report”

“What happened?”

“I reported you to God”

“Our old way of communion right?”

“Yes dear”

A text came in

“Mr jide, am sorry I tricked you for money, I never slept with you that night, I only scattered our clothes around the room seeing how out you were from taking the alcohol, please forgive me”

They cried in locked arms, it might take time to build that affection again but they were gonna give it their best fighting the right way instead.

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Precious Oli

My name is Precious Jewel Oli. I am a graduate of Linguistics A lot simpler summary of me would be a God chaser, Minister, Writer and entrepreneur. I am a Nigerian. I absolutely love cooking (edible and spiritual foods) so most times you might meet me with a jotter and a Biro, some good music or sermon is an addition or better yet tucked under my blanket at my leisure times. I am learning to love my quirks and minister to the lives of others in order to for them to see themselves through the lens of God

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