It took me some months to recover from Alhaji Jubril’s experience.
It wasn’t easy at all for me.
To imagine that I had laid side by side with a corpse till daybreak was traumatic on its own.
What if the ghost had strangled me to death? What story would I have narrated to God in judgement?
The experience reminded me of how long ago I last went to church.
One thing about living a reckless life is that it has a way of luring you away from God.
You start avoiding the things of God probably because you feel so dirty and unworthy to be in His presence.
It had been months I last went to church and somehow I felt I needed a come back.
The sunday 3weeks after Alhaji Jubril’s saga died down, I went to church for the first time in 9months.
My parents had brought me up the christian way and taught me all the things I needed to know about my christian faith.
My parents were anglicans and we all went to church together. We were 7 in our family – 3girls and 4boys. I was the first child and my younger ones looked up to me for direction.
As a result, I had so much responsibilities on my shoulders so my parents were very strict and thorough with me.
The strictness doubled when I reached puberty and started seeing my period.
My mum in particular was always on my neck hammering into my ears how wicked and deadly men were.
“Its true that we are not all that buoyant,” she would said to me. “But then never accept any favour from any boy or man no matter who. Infact anywhere you see them start running.”
I nodded my head severally each time she dished out this piece of advice.
Her strictness even increased my curiosity to find out what it was about men that was so deadly.
I was barely seventeen when I lost my virginity to one of our street boys whom I loved so much and was very nice to me.
I had felt severe pain that very first time he thrust his young p€n!s into my wet punni but that was all about that. Every other thing that followed was pleasurable.
When I got admission into the university to study accountancy, all the strictness and harshness from my parents dramatically reduced and I began to notice a new found respect they had towards me.
But all that was now in the past.
The pastor’s sermon that sunday was very touching and it was asif the whole talk was directed at me.
I felt so dirty and guilty inside but nonetheless man and woman had got to survive and my own case wasn’t different...
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