My iyaale is trying to ruin me while acting nice. Please don’t attack me. She agreed to a polygamous marriage before I even came into the picture. Also, she entered my husband’s house by force. My mother-in-law doesn’t like her, and they also wanted more sons because she only gave birth to one, and my husband has a high status. We had a family gathering, and we were talking about the children and family members who died, etc. So I jokingly said that my husband doesn’t need to worry because I have given birth to his heirs. That is how she said that all thoughts of evil will return to the sender, that Mubarak, my husband, will live a long life, and that if anyone wishes him death, it will fall back on the person and her children. My mother-in-law too said Amen and smiled at her. My husband called me and asked if I was already dividing up his property and I shouldn’t forget that my children’s ranking is not even the first five.
And the oloriburuku woman will be acting like she is pure-hearted. She is already playing chess trying to sideline me. She was not religious before, but now she is, and he is sending her to Mecca and buying her a new car because she has more children. She refused to have more children oo, that’s why they married me. After I entered, she started birthing like a pig. My head caught her, it is only girls but even then, she gets more things than me. Even when I complain, my husband will say that girls need more comfort than boys and that she is an ajebutter and is used to comfort. The battle line has been drawn. I can’t even say all the other things she does to sideline me. She gave him a wallet photo of her and the children for him to put in his wallet and then even went to his office and put a desk photo too. When I complained, he asked me to arrange with her for a full family picture.
She will send him pictures of everything the kids are doing, and she will call him every morning so he can talk to her children. Even at his office, all the female workers there report to her. We were doing fast in the family house, and he would go to wake her up for prayers. Today she wore a green abaya. Green is my husband’s favorite color. That one too saw her and sent her money and said she should buy more when she is in Mecca. My useless sister-in-law too was saying that tomorrow she will wear green so she can receive a debit alert too. The same sister-in-law who hated on her and was close to me when I entered their house ooo. Now she will be hanging out with Iyaale and helping her with the children. Today, an important Imam visited us, and my husband only called her son to greet him. The imam even asked if there were other children, and he told their nanny to bring her daughters. The Imam prayed for all of them. No prayer for my children. When I went to fight him,
my husband told me that if I was sensible, I would have washed and dressed my sons well for iftar that even without visitors I should know that iftar is a special time. That does Itunu have two heads that didn’t I see how clean and well-dressed her children and nanny were. He said I wanted to embarrass him in front of people so that my sons looked like beggars. So he saw them and intentionally sent us inside only to call his first wife and her children to greet the Imam. My mother-in-law was talking about the imam’s visit and how her son was speaking Arabic fluently. I didn’t even know that. Turns out my husband is the one teaching him. Every night, he goes to her area for some hours, and he has been teaching the boy Arabic. Nobody said anything to me. I asked my husband to include my sons, and my husband said that he would employ someone to teach them. I am not crazy. They have sidelined me perfectly. Sheybi it is hijab. I will wear it. Prayer, I will pray. Arabic, my children will learn. It is a marathon war.
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