Rays stories, Cape Town (2026)

28/03/2026

THE SECRET SOAP
EPISODE 2

27/03/2026

THE SECRET SOAP
EPISODE 1

12/02/2026

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07/02/2026

"BENEATH THE SURFACE"
EPISODE 3

The aroma of delicious food wafted through the air, making Eric's stomachs tingle with anticipation. Victoria, beaming with pride, signaled to Eric and his mum that the table was ready. Eric, ever the gentleman, helped his mum out of her chair and escorted her to the dining table, pulling out her chair for her to sit.

As they sat down, Eric couldn't help but giggle with excitement. "Mama, you're going to love this! Victoria's gone all out for you. We stocked up on all your favourites," he said, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Victoria stood beside him, a warm smile on her face, as Eric's mum scanned the spread before her. The table was a vibrant tapestry of colours, with the chicken stew, jollof rice, and sautéed veggies arranged artfully. But Eric's mum's expression didn't quite match the excitement. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

Victoria's heart skipped a beat as she noticed the look. "Mama, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice l ting with concern.

Eric, oblivious to the undercurrents, chimed in, "Yeah, Mama, why the long face? Isn't the food to your liking?"

Eric's mum's gaze swept the table again, her expression incredulous. "My son, is this the rubbish that your wife has been feeding you?" she asked, her voice l ed with disapproval. "What kind of food is this? There's no fufu! I'm an African woman, for crying out loud! What is all this...grass I'm seeing?"

Victoria's eyes widened in surprise as she realised her mother-in-law was referring to the salad. "No, Mama, it's called salad," she explained, trying to keep her voice calm. "It's healthy, and I just wanted the table to look nice. There's chicken, too, and rice, and macaroni..."

But Eric's mum wasn't having it. "So, my son has been eating like this? No wonder he's not adding any weight! What happened to yam? What happened to fufu? What happened to all the African food we eat in our village that makes men strong? You're feeding my son this...this...white people's food?"

Eric's face fell as he tried to intervene. "But Mama, you were never a picky eater. You'd eat whatever, whenever..."

His mum's expression turned stern. "Is this the food you grew up with? Is this the food I used to serve your father?"

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Victoria's eyes dropped to her feet, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had tried so hard to make this meal special, and it seemed like it wasn't good enough.

Eric tried to reason with his mum, "But Mama, things have changed. We're not living in the past. We have to adapt to what's happening now. Of course, we eat traditional food, but we mix it up, too..."

His mum's response was firm. "Hm, then I'll starve here. I'd rather go back to my village than eat this...grass you call food."

Victoria's mouth hung open in shock. She hadn't expected this. She felt a lump form in her throat as she struggled to hold back tears. Eric, sensing her distress, quickly intervened, "Mama, please, let's not do this now..."

But the damage was done. The meal, once intended to be a joyful celebration, had turned into a battleground.

Victoria's heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces as she walked away from the table, tears streaming down her face. Eric, realising she was on the verge of breaking down, quickly got up to follow her, but his mum's sharp voice stopped him in his tracks.

"See how rude that woman is!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "did she walk out on me like that? did she just walk away from an elder, from an adult? Is that what her parents taught her? Is that how she was raised, to be so disrespectful?"

Eric's face contorted in frustration as he tried to placate his mum. "Come on, Mama, my wife is not like that. She's not rude or disrespectful. She's a good person, well-mannered and well-educated. You've just hurt her feelings, and she's upset." Couldn't you even pretend to have liked the food??

But his mum wasn't having it. "I should pretend, huh? So it means you guys have been living a life full of pretence? You and your wife have been pretending all along? Well, it can never be me. Eric, take me back to the bus station. I want to go back to my village, back to my house, before I starve here."

Eric's eyes widened in shock. "What, Mama? You just arrived, and you want to go back? I told you to come for the festive season, to celebrate with us. Come on, it's just food. We can make fufu for you, no problem."

Eric's face fell as he tried to reason with his mum. "Please, Mama, please eat something. You must be hungry after your trip. Just take a bite, and if you still don't like it, I'll make you fufu, I promise."

But his mum was adamant. "Just show me my room. I want to sleep. I'm tired, hungry, and exhausted."

Eric's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Mama, please...you can't just go to bed without eating. Let me call Victoria, she'll make you fufu to eat..."

06/02/2026

"BENEATH THE SURFACE"
EPISODE 2

The day of reckoning had finally arrived! Victoria woke up with the sun, her heart racing with excitement. Today was the day Eric's mum was coming to visit! She quickly got dressed and headed straight to the guest room to put the finishing touches on the preparations. The room was looking immaculate, with crisp white bed sheets, fluffy pillows, and a soft blanket draped elegantly over the bed. She had even splurged on some fresh flowers, which added a lovely pop of colour to the room.

As she was putting away the last of the toiletries, Eric strolled into the room, looking rather pleased with himself. "Good morning, my love! Everything looks amazing, doesn't it?" he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Victoria smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Thanks, baby! I wanted everything to be perfect for your mum. What time is she arriving, anyway?"

Eric checked his watch, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Uh, she took the afternoon bus yesterday, so she should be here around...hmm...about 2 pm, I think."

Victoria's eyes widened as she did a quick mental calculation. "Okay, that's plenty of time! I need to get cooking, then. What do you think she'd like to eat? Should I make some stew, or maybe some jollof rice?"

Eric chuckled, giving her a squeeze. "Honestly, my mum's not a picky eater. Just make whatever you think will be nice for all of us. You know I love whatever you cook!"

Victoria smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. That was just one of the things she loved about Eric - he was always so easy-going and supportive. She leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Alright, then. I'll get cooking!"

The kitchen was soon filled with the mouth-watering aroma of sizzling chicken and spices as Victoria got to work. She made a delicious chicken stew, some fluffy rice, and a side of sautéed veggies. Eric wandered into the kitchen, looking handsome in his khakis, and sniffed the air appreciatively.

"Mmm, something smells amazing! I'm heading to the bus station to pick up Mum. Be back soon, okay?" he said, grabbing his keys and giving her a quick kiss.

Victoria smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. "Okay, love! Drive safely, and don't be long - I'm starving!"

As Eric headed out, Victoria took a deep breath and surveyed the spread before her. Everything was looking and smelling amazing, and she couldn't wait to share it with her mother-in-law...

The drive to the park station and back home was a blur for Eric, his excitement to see his mum palpable. As he pulled up to their house, his mum's eyes sparkled with a warm smile as she gazed out the window, taking in the familiar sights of the city. Eric's heart swelled with love and gratitude as he helped her out of the car.

Victoria, who had been watching out for them from the window, couldn't wait any longer. She fl threw open the door and ran out to greet them, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Mum!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Eric's mum in a tight hug.

Eric's mum, though, seemed a bit...off. Her hug was a tad stiff, her smile a little forced. But Victoria brushed it off, thinking maybe she was just tired from the long trip. "Let me take your bags, Mum," she said, relieving her of the luggage and heading towards the guest room.

When she returned, Eric and his mum were laughing and chatting like old times, Eric asking her about her siblings back in the village. But the moment Victoria walked in, her mother-in-law's demeanor changed, her expression cooling slightly. Victoria tried to ignore it, telling herself she was just being paranoid, but the feeling lingered. It was as if her mother-in-law didn't want her around, didn't want her to join in on the conversation.

Victoria pushed the thoughts aside and busied herself setting the table, her hands moving with a quiet purpose. She had made Eric's favourite dishes, and she was determined to make this a special meal for him and his mum.

As she arranged the plates and glasses, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Eric's mum seemed to be watching her, her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression inscrutable. Victoria's heart skipped a beat as she met her gaze, but she quickly looked away, telling herself she was just being silly.

The dining table was a beautiful spread of colours and aromas, the chicken stew and jollof rice. Eric, oblivious to the undercurrents, grinned at his mum, "Mum, Victoria's outdone herself specially for you.......

05/02/2026

"BENEATH THE SURFACE"
EPISODE 1.

It was a warm summer morning, and the sun was shining brightly through the windows of Eric and Victoria's cozy little apartment. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet scent of Victoria's freshly baked croissants. Eric, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, sat down at the table, and Victoria joined him, looking radiant in her morning glow.

"Babe, I forgot to tell you something," Eric said, his voice low and apologetic, as he reached for Victoria's hand.

Victoria's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she squeezed his hand gently. "What is it, love?"

Eric took a deep breath, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "My mom called last night. She's coming to visit us for the festive season!"

Victoria's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and she let out a squeal of excitement. "Oh, Eric! She's coming! I can't believe it!" She threw her arms around him, nearly knocking over their breakfast in the process.

Eric laughed, holding her tight. "I know, I know, I've missed her too. But you know how she is, always waiting for the right moment, and now she's finally making the trip."

Victoria pulled back, her eyes shining with happy tears. "It's been so long, Eric. Ever since we got married, she hasn't set foot in the city. I'm so happy she's finally coming to visit." Her voice trembled with emotion, and Eric's heart swelled with love for her.

He cupped her face, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. "I know, baby. I've missed her too. she's excited to see us, and she's been talking about coming for the festive and seeing our little home."

Victoria's face glowed with joy. "I've got so much to do! I need to clean the house, make her favourite dishes, and-"

Eric chuckled, interrupting her. "Slow down, love. We've got two days to get everything ready. Let's enjoy our breakfast first, and then we'll make a plan, okay?"

Victoria nodded, taking a deep breath, her excitement still palpable. "Okay, okay. But just thinking about seeing her, it's making me so happy."

Eric smiled, watching her, his heart full of love and gratitude for this little family of his. He knew this visit meant the world to Victoria, and he was happy to see her so happy. The festive season was just getting better and better...
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The sun had barely cracked the horizon when Victoria slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Eric's peaceful slime. She padded softly to the bathroom, the cool tiles a welcome relief against her feet. A warm bath later, she was refreshed and ready to tackle the day. She whipped up a delicious breakfast, the aroma of scrambled eggs and crispy bacon filling the air, and left it on the dining table for Eric.

With a spring in her step, Victoria headed out to the garage got in the car and drove to the nearest supermarket, her mind buzzing with the list of groceries she needed to buy. The parking lot was already bustling with early risers, but Victoria found a spot and jumped out, eager to get shopping.

Hours later, she emerged from the supermarket, laden with bags and bags of goodies. Meat, maize meal, rice, veggies, and all sorts of treats filled the trunk of the car. She drove home, the excitement building in her chest as she thought about her mother-in-law's visit.

As she pulled into their driveway, she saw Eric sitting on the porch, sipping a glass of juice and looking rather pleased with himself. Victoria's heart skipped a beat as she hopped out of the car, a bright smile on her face.

Eric's eyes widened as he took in the mountain of groceries. "Where are you coming from, my love?" he asked, getting up to help her unload the car.

Victoria leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't want to wake you up. You were sleeping so soundly, and I knew you needed the rest. I went to the supermarket to stock up on some food for Mum's visit."

Eric chuckled, shaking his head. "Victoria, you didn't have to do all this. There's still food in the house, you know."

Victoria smiled, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Not enough for my mother-in-law, I didn't think so. I want her to have everything she needs, and more. I just want her to feel special."

Eric's expression softened, his eyes shining with love. "You're amazing, you know that? She'll be so happy to see all this."

Victoria beamed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "That's all that matters to me."

As they unpacked the groceries, Eric teased her, "You're going to make her think we're starving here, with all this food!"

Victoria playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop it. You know I just want her to enjoy herself."

The rest of the day flew by in a whirlwind of cooking and cleaning. As the sun began to set, Victoria and Eric settled in for a quiet evening at home.

The next morning, Victoria woke up early, her heart racing with excitement. Today was the day. Her mother-in-law was coming to visit! She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Eric, and began getting breakfast ready. As she cracked eggs into the pan, she heard Eric stirring, and smiled to herself. Today was going to be a wonderful day...

04/02/2026

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29/11/2025

"A LIFE OF DECEIT"
Episode 10

Emily's eyes widened in shock, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her mother. "Mama, you want me to stop school and get married? What type of mother are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Mama Grace's expression hardened, her voice firm but still gentle. "Stop it, Emily. You're a big girl now, not a small child. You're a woman 17 is not small. and it's time you understood the ways of the world. What's wrong with me securing your future for you? For your own good?"

Emily sobbed, feeling trapped and confused. Mama Grace continued, "Did you see Mama Natasha's son? That man has money, Emily. He's the kind of man who can provide for you, give you a good life. You can still further your studies in his house, don't worry about that."

Emily shook her head, tears falling. "Mama, I don't want to marry someone just because he has money. I want to be happy, to have a career..."

Mama Grace sighed, her patience wearing thin. "Happiness is not just about chasing your dreams, Emily. It's about being practical, being smart. I'm doing this for your sake, and your brother's sake. We can't rely on my savings forever. This country is not our home, and I don't know how long we'll be here. If my savings run out, how will we survive? How will we pay for this house, your studies, and your brother's studies? I'm doing this for your own good, my daughter."

Mama Grace's voice softened, and she took Emily's hands again. "Listen to me, Emily. I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. Trust me, this is the right decision. You can still have a good life with this man. I'll be here to support you, always."

Emily pulled her hands away, feeling suffocated by her mother's words. She turned and walked away, leaving Mama Grace standing alone.

Throughout that night, Emily lay in bed, her body shaking with sobs as she cried her eyes out. Tears streamed down her face, soaking her pillow, as she thought about her father, her country, and the desperate desire to escape the life her mother was planning for her.

She felt trapped, like a bird in a gade, with no way out. How could her mother, the one person she trusted, be willing to sacrifice her happiness for money? The thought made her stomach twist with anxiety and fear.

Emily's mind was a jumble of emotions, racing with thoughts of her future, her education, and the man her mother wanted her to marry. A man old enough to be her father, with a life already established, and expectations of her to fit into his world. The thought made her skin crawl.

She thought about her father, and how he'd always wanted the best for her. She wished she could talk to him, tell him about the conversation with her mother, and ask for his advice. But she had no phone, no way to reach him, and no one to turn to.

Emily felt lost and alone, like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. She was still in secondary school, trying to navigate her teenage years, and now her mother was pushing her into a marriage that felt like a prison sentence.

As the night wore on, Emily's tears finally began to dry, replaced by a steely determination. She knew she had to find a way out, to protect herself and her future. But how? She was in a foreign country, with no friends, no family, and no resources.

Emily's eyes closed, exhaustion finally taking over, but her mind remained awake, racing with plans and possibilities.

28/11/2025

"A LIFE OF DECEIT"
Episode 9

After the service, Miss Natasha introduced Mama Grace to Pastor James and his wife. They welcomed her warmly, asking about her background and country of origin. Mama Grace shared about her late husband, telling them he was a pastor, and she was a deaconess in their previous church. She emphasized her commitment to serving God, trying to make a good impression.

Pastor James smiled, nodding along, "Wow, we need a woman like you in this church, Mama Grace. You seem very committed to the house of God. We'd like you to lead our mothers' fellowship, if you're willing."

Mama Grace beamed, "Oh, I'd be honored, Pastor!" She introduced her kids, who stood quietly, trying to appear respectful despite feeling out of place. Some church members greeted them warmly, but the kids remained reserved, eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

Pastor James continued, "Excellent! We'll get you involved in our outreach programs and Bible study groups. Let's get you settled in and feeling at home, okay?"

Mama Grace nodded eagerly, "Thank you, Pastor. I want to serve God and this church."

As they were preparing to leave the church premises, Miss Natasha discreetly pulled Mama Grace aside, a warm smile on her face. "Mama Grace, I'd like you to meet my son, Leon," she said, drawing a tall, handsome man into their circle.

Mama Grace's eyes widened slightly as she took in Leon's chiseled features and charming smile. He was a man in his mid-30s, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to sparkle with warmth. She felt a flutter in her chest, but maintained a composed demeanor, extending her hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Leon."

Leon shook her hand firmly, his eyes cr crling at the corners as he smiled. "The pleasure is mine, Mama Grace. Welcome to our church."

As they exchanged brief pleasantries, Mama Grace couldn't help but notice the air of quiet confidence that surrounded him. He carried himself with an air of purpose, and his voice was deep and soothing. When he excused himself to speak with someone else, Mama Grace turned to Miss Natasha, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Wow, you've got a fine son, indeed!"

Miss Natasha chuckled knowingly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ja, Leon's a good boy. He's going through a tough time, though. He's recently separated from his wife, and it's been weighing heavily on him."

Mama Grace's expression softened with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. He seems like a strong man, but I can imagine it's not easy."

Miss Natasha nodded, her eyes following Leon as he walked towards his car. "Ja, he's taking it hard. That's why he usually goes straight home after church, trying to process everything. It's been a tough time for him."

As she watched, Leon got into a sleek, black Mercedes-Benz, and Mama Grace's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, these people really come from a wealthy family, don't they?" she whispered to herself.

Mama Grace's mind was racing with thoughts as she watched Leon drive away. She couldn't help but feel a spark of interest in her heart.

The next day, Monday, Mama Grace set out to find schools for her children, Alex and Emily. She visited several schools, but only secure an application form for Alex only

When she returned home, Alex was thrilled to learn he'd be starting school soon. "What about me, Mom? Didn't you find a school for me?" Emily asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Mama Grace hesitated, then asked Emily to follow her outside. Once they were alone, she began, "Emily, I want to talk to you about your future. You're 17 now, and I think it's time we considered what's best for you. I've been thinking about your education and well-being, and I want to make sure you're taken care of."

Emily looked at her mom, curious about where this conversation was headed. Mama Grace continued, "I've met some people at church, and they've introduced me to a wonderful man

I think he would be a great match for you. He's a good man, successful, and would take care of you. I want you to meet him."

Emily's eyes widened in shock, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her mother. "Mama, you want me to stop school and get married? What type of mother are you?" she asked, her voice trembling

27/11/2025

"A LIFE OF DECEIT"
Episode 8

After a few days, Mama Grace settled into her new home and started getting acquainted with her neighbours. One of her neighbours, a rich woman, took a liking to her and they started chatting. As they sat in Mama Grace's living room, sipping tea, the woman asked her about her family.

Mama Grace hesitated for a moment, before launching into a tale of woe. "Oh, my husband, he's passed away," she said, her voice dripping with fake sadness. "He was a pastor, you know. We were very involved in the church back in our home country."

The woman's eyes widened with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, Mama Grace. You must be doing okay, though?"

Mama Grace nodded, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Yes, I'm managing. I'm actually a deaconess, so I've been keeping busy with church work."

The woman nodded, clearly impressed. "Wow, you're a very spiritual person, Mama Grace. We could use more people like you in our church."

Mama Grace beamed with pride, feeling like she was getting exactly what she wanted. She had managed to spin a web of lies, making herself look like a saintly widow, a devoted mother, and a pillar of the church.

Her kids, who were sitting quietly in the corner, looked at each other, their eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and fear. They knew the truth.

But for now, Mama Grace was basking in the admiration of her new friend, and she was determined to keep up the charade for as long as she could.

It was finally Sunday, and Mama Grace was up and ready, bursting with excitement. She went into the kids' rooms, waking them up from their slumber. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" she exclaimed, shaking them gently. "We have church to attend, and I don't know why you people are still sleeping at this time. You've had enough rest, get up, get up, get up!"

The kids groggily got out of bed, rubbing their eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. Mama Grace was on their case, urging them to hurry up. "I don't know why you guys are moving so slow this morning. This is my first time in that church, and I have to make a good impression. If you kids spoil things for me, trust me, I'm never gonna forgive you guys."

She helped them get dressed in their Sunday best, making sure they looked presentable. "Now, remember what I told you," she reminded them, her voice stern. "Your father is late, he was a pastor, and I'm a deaconess. You stick to that story, do you both understand me?"

The kids nodded, trying to avoid her drama. The boy went to take a bath, and when he was done, the girl followed suit. They got dressed in their best clothes, looking like a million bucks.

Just as they were finishing up, their rich neighbor, Miss Natasha, arrived, honking her horn outside. Mama Grace's eyes widened as she saw the luxurious car parked outside. "Wow, Miss Natasha, you must be very rich," she said, impressed, as she ushered the kids into the car.

Miss Natasha smiled, "Oh, this is just one of my cars," she said, as she drove them to church. The car was filled with the sweet scent of perfume, and the sound of soft gospel jazz music filled the air. Mama Grace was in awe, feeling like she was living the high life.

As they drove, Mama Grace couldn't help but ask, "Miss Natasha, how do you do it? You have such a beautiful car.

Miss Natasha chuckled, "Well, my husband and I have worked hard to build our business, and we're blessed to be able to enjoy the fruits of our labor."

Mama Grace nodded, feeling a pang of envy. She had never had it so good, and she was determined to make the most of it.

When they arrived at the church, Mama Grace's eyes widened in amazement. The church was huge, with a sprawling lawn and a massive parking lot filled with luxury cars. The kids were shocked, their eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, this is some church," the boy whispered to his sister.

Mama Grace smiled, feeling proud, as Miss Natasha ushered them inside. They were led to the front row, where they sat next to Miss Natasha. The service was about to start, and Mama Grace was beaming with excitement, ready to soak up all the attention.

As the pastor took the pulpit, Mama Grace leaned over to Miss Natasha, "I'm so glad we're here," she whispered. "I feel like I've finally found my place."

Miss Natasha smiled, "You're going to fit right in, Mama Grace. We're a family here, and we take care of each other."

Mama Grace nodded, feeling a sense of belonging, as the music started, and the congregation began to sing.

25/11/2025

"A LIFE OF DECEIT"
Episode 7

As the car drove away, Mama Grace's mother turned to her husband, her eyes blazing with fury. "You idiot, you stupid man," she spat, her voice venomous. "Didn't Grace tell you that you shouldn't tell anyone where she is with the children? But look at you, you can't even protect your own child.

Her husband, who had been standing quietly, suddenly spoke up, his voice firm. "Which protection are you talking about?" he asked, his eyes flashing with anger. "Those kids, she ran away with have a father. A responsible father who takes care of them. What can Grace do? If not damage those kids' future, just like you, just like the way you have damaged her future."

Grace'smother face darkened, her eyes narrowing with fury. "How dare you," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "You're the one who couldn't even provide for her, who couldn't even give her a decent life."

But her husband wasn't having it. "You deceived James into marrying her," he said, his voice rising. "You lied to him, told him she was a good woman, that she came from a good background. Just for Grace to show him her real behavior once they were married. You all lied to James, you all deceived him."

Mama Grace's mother face twisted with rage, her eyes flashing with fury. "I will see where you'll get food today," she shouted, her voice shrill. "I will see who will give you food today. You don't even work. I'm the one who's been providing for you since you had that accident. But instead of doing as I tell you, you want to disrespect me? We will see?"

Her husband laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, so because you've been feeding me, you think it's right for you to treat me anyhow?" he asked, his eyes flashing with anger. "It's okay. I won't be needing your food anymore."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Mama Grace's mother standing alone, her eyes blazing with fury. The silence between them was palpable, the air thick with tension.

While in the new country, Grace sat her children down, a serious look on her face. "I know you people are grown up already," she said, her voice firm. "You are big teenagers. I'm gonna see how I can find any nearby school to put you guys. Listen and listen well. This neighborhood, it's a very decent neighborhood. I just want to start my life afresh, fresh and forget about all the past, you know."

She looked around the room, her eyes scanning the faces of her children. "So because this community is a very peaceful community. There are lot of churches around here. They respect decency. You get? So, they told me about one of the church down the street , of which there are lot of rich people there you know. So, I'm gonna present myself there as a deaconist. If you people are asked, you must say your father is late. Your father was a pastor, but he's late. You will say I'm the one who's been running the church after my husband died and now we decided to move here to start our life again. You gonna stick with that. Don't tell them the truth."

Her daughter and son looked at each other, then back at their mother, anger written all over their faces. "Mama, how can we lie that our dad is late?" the daughter asked, her voice rising. "...he's alive. And Our dad was never a pastor. You were never a deaconist. Never. We're not gonna lie such things. If you want to start your life afresh, then start it in a normal way. Not with lies."

The son nodded in agreement. "Secondly, we want our father back," he said, his voice firm. "We're not gonna stay without our father. We're grown up, we can make our own decisions. Can you just stop what you're doing?"

Grace's face darkened, her eyes flashing with anger. "Do you want me to chase you out?" she shouted, her voice shrill. "How will you find your way back to that stupid country? Are you not happy that I want to give you both a decent life."

The kids looked at her, their eyes wide with shock. "Well, our life was already decent," the daughter said, her voice calm. "Our father was trying everything to take care of us."

Grace's face twisted with anger. "He takes care of you?" she spat. "In that.....low local school? That was the worst school in that our country. With cheap school fees. Everything there was cheap, cheap. There were more decent schools around, but he couldn't even afford it. Now that I want to give you guys a more decent life, you are telling me about your father...he is dead, okay? You must stick to that."

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