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You're older tody than yesterday but younger than tomorrow. On your birthday don't get all weird about getting older coz our age is merely the number of years the world has been enjoying us. Count not the candles but see the lights they give. Count not the years but the life you live. As you get older 3 things happens. The 1st is your memory goes and I can't remember the other two, lol. Hope your special day brings you all your heart desires as I send smile for every moment of your special day. Happy birthday Omalicha mummy nnem, keep my cake dear... celebrate your day. I love u sugar�

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Happy birthday to me...

The grass beneath my feet will always be green.
The sky I tread on will always be blue.
My life will always overflow with happiness and love.

Divine speed, grace, favour, strength, wisdom, understanding and knowledge I pray for on my day as my heart desires are being granted.

Another phase of life begins...

���Happy birthday jatt ���

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Happy birthday to me...

The grass beneath my feet will always be green.
The sky I tread on will always be blue.
My life will always overflow with happiness and love.

Divine speed, grace, favour, strength, wisdom, understanding and knowledge I pray for on my day as my heart desires are being granted.

Another phase of life begins...

���Happy birthday jatt ���

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Happy birthday to me...

The grass beneath my feet will always be green.
The sky I tread on will always be blue.
My life will always overflow with happiness and love.

Divine speed, grace, favour, strength, wisdom, understanding and knowledge I pray for on my day as my heart desires are being granted.

Another phase of life begins...

���Happy birthday jatt ���

#23rdMay ➡️ #MiraclousDay

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Happy birthday to one of the people whose birthday i can remember without any reminder. Happy birthday to someone who is smart, gorgeous, funny, lovely. Who reminds me alot of mysef, our memories together and how nice one can be. Its another time to celebrate u dear, clown around & have some fun to make this birthday ur best one.

A friend lik u is rare to have. You are priceless, you're not only strong & wise but kind, loving, caring & thoughtful. Count ur age by friends & not years, count ur years by smile & not tears. Wishing you the best of this life, more of God's grace and strenght and wisdom and understanding I pray for you.

Remember today marks the beginning of the manifestation of your dreams... your unfolding heart desires and the woman you have always wanna be. Happy birthday Mimi, keep my cake, have fun and celebrate your day love.

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#23rdMay ➡️ #MiraclousDay

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Happy birthday to one of the people whose birthday i can remember without any reminder. Happy birthday to someone who is smart, gorgeous, funny, lovely. Who reminds me alot of mysef, our memories together and how nice one can be. Its another time to celebrate u dear, clown around & have some fun to make this birthday ur best one.

A friend lik u is rare to have. You are priceless, you're not only strong & wise but kind, loving, caring & thoughtful. Count ur age by friends & not years, count ur years by smile & not tears. Wishing you the best of this life, more of God's grace and strenght and wisdom and understanding I pray for you.

Remember today marks the beginning of the manifestation of your dreams... your unfolding heart desires and the woman you have always wanna be. Happy birthday Mimi, keep my cake, have fun and celebrate your day love.

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After the age of 21 years I notice I always get a thing for older women. it happened that I fell I. love to a lady at her early 30's when I was 21. i had my first sex with her and since 2013 and after then i keep getting attracted to older ladies.
is this normal at all? I have a girlfriend now who is younger but I know I have a thing for older women.
I'm a gerontophilia

MiVida:
useless hoe!

the only problem I have here is the so childhood friend of urs madam. he is not aware u r married?? Is he not yet married?? Or don't u know he wanna bleep u?? Or are u trying to tell me u r just doing it for fun.


You have a such a good husband... who still cherishes u and his home after getting to know her wife wanna get bleeped by her childhood lover.

#somemenaregod

THE JOURNEY FROM THERE TO HERE

Becoming a teen, I was the black sheep of my family. Everything I did was customarily wrong even when I try to please everyone. As a young teen, I suddenly developed kleptomaniac tendencies, I would always pick small money from my father's pocket when he enters the bathroom and sometimes I would always look out for hideouts where they hid money from us.

Most times, it was that hidden money I was after as I always rationalized my actions with "well, they must have forgotten that the money is here". The more they devise new means to hide it, the more they train my mind to know exactly where they would be hiding it. It was an impulsive behaviour that was beyond my control. The fact that my father usually labels me as a wicked boy made things worse for my emotions because it wasn't intentional.

Before such propensities evolved, I have had a mysterious experience as a kid in my primary school when a hand tapped me one early morning and said audibly "go and preach the gospel", I believe it was God. As a kid, I started going for early morning street preaching but things changed when I got admitted into a seminary school. While in Junior Seminary, all my belongings were stolen except the shirt I was wearing on my body. The day I removed it to wash it, it was also stolen! The senior prefects who also majored as official bullies didn't give my kind any chance, they would beat me every morning because I had no shirt. Stealing became a survival skill for most of us, I found it hard stealing other people's stuff not because I didn't need them but because I was scared, very scared of getting caught. After a year and some months, I left the school.

It was the moment I came out of the junior seminary that I saw these thievish propensities sprouting! I realized later that it had become a part of my natural idiosyncrasies as I hiked through juvenile. Those times, these things were what I never wanted to do but I found myself doing them! Sometimes, after stealing change, I would go to a nook and cry. It was ravaging me, particularly with the way I was always dealt with and spoken to as a result of that.

I was feeling a void in me, my father found me extremely disgusting. Whether I try to please him or not, he found me very horrible and every subtlest misstep would bring his resentment on me. I wanted to do what was right but inside of me, I was trudging in confusion, striving to come to terms with who I was, with my identity and with the supposed God's judgement. Anytime I was privileged to attend church programmes, I would answer altar-calls because we were always told that the moment we are prayed for, the desire to do what is wrong would leave! Well, it never left me! Oftentimes, when I steal money, I wasn't regarding it as stealing, I was always considering that I would soon make money and repay all the money I had taken.

At a point, it was declared openly in my family that God was angry and has instructed that they stop praying for me since he has marked that I will depart at the age of sixteen.

My parents had directed my siblings before then to stop associating with me, they didn't want me to influence them wrongly. Mum would seldom wake me in the midnight to talk to me, she wasn't like my Dad. Her concerns were usually shown more softly even when it becomes unbearable. Sometimes, I watch my mum's frustration and cry, I wished she knew that I wasn't doing those things intentionally, that I was also battling within myself to do what was right.

I wasn't doing something so different from what other young ones were doing but it was serious in my family. What is defined as stealing in my family, is what some other families may define as merely crossing boundaries. In my family, taking food from the pot without authorization was as severe as stealing money and stealing money was treated as a near-murder case. With my recent interaction with people, I have realized that what is considered wrong in some families is typical in other families. I also realized in some studies I have done as regards to teenagers that some behavioural traits are very common and would likely be outgrown if handled with care.

My mother didn't stop always praying for me though, she felt she was losing me away to the devil. It was at this period that my siblings were told not to have anything to do with me, I would stay in the room alone all to myself. When it was declared openly that God was angry with me and that I will die at the age of sixteen, I felt even more awful! My father had rejected me, my siblings have been asked to reject me and now God, according to them, had rejected me... I was slowly moving into depression. I remember my several attempts to kill myself, my self-esteem was deeply hurt that I felt terrible in the presence of people.

There was no day my father did not call me names, there was no day he wouldn't shout at me, fear became a part of me and my heart would skip at every occasion. This was also how I developed conflict phobia, allodoxaphobia and several other related phobias. I was also punished for the offence of others in the family. Anytime something wrong comes about in the family, with little or no inquiry, I was invariably accused and punished. My words became unbelievable too. Whether I was telling the truth or lying, they were all treated as lies. Sometimes, to win the trust of my mother, I would steal money from her bag and return it telling her I picked it from her room.

One of the nights after dad had finished flogging me for something I didn't do wrong, I looked at the wounds and determined I was going to die. I tried mixing the methylated powder with water believing it would kill me if I drink it. Dad caught me, he asked me what I was going to do with it and I told him I wanted to apply them in the wounds he gave me. He flared up and accused me of belonging to a cult where they taught me to use powder on my body after being flogged. Guess what? He started beating me again.

All through the night, I was crying. I could not sleep, it had become so intolerable and I remember he told me "you are not my son! I disown you today!" I felt even more offended, not because he vocally disowned me but because I stopped deeming him as my father that moment and I didn't see any reason someone who isn't my father would want to discipline me. I even began to feel very offended whenever he sends me on errands or beat me for my poor result in school.

At some of these occurrences, my mother usually seemed helpless. Whenever dad wanted to beat me, he would send her out of the room, lock up the door and deal with me till his anger is satisfied. Like many African parents, my father was a very strict and mean man but inside of him was a very soft, weak and water-hearted man. All that he was doing was a display of fear, he was dealing with me the way he thought was the best way to protect me. His intentions were for my good, he was scared I would turn into something he didn't want, he was overprotective and coming from a polygamous family whose mother was the last wife, Dad didn't have the experience of what it looked like to have a close relationship with his father. These days, I hold no grudges against my father, I appreciate everything he did even if they weren't the best way to handle issues; it was his own best and he desired to have a morally sound son. If he had known better then, he would have done better.

That night, I packed up my bag, sneaked it out of the house and the next morning, I ran away from home! I wanted to run into a speeding car and die but on second thought, I went to my Uncle's place where I stayed for a while before my aunt tried resolving the issues between I and my father. I was restored home. Before I got restored home, I had noticed an old laptop in my Uncle's room that I felt he wasn't using, I believed that the moment I grab this laptop, I would be able to make money with it, not as if I even know how but the urge was uncontrollable.

This kleptomaniac tendency manifested again and I carried the laptop. I had this bond with gadgets and I don't know where it came from, I was always attracted to electronics whether it was a calculator, walkie-talkie, electronic watches and all that, I was always attracted to it. My father saw the laptop later, it was another series of beating and moral instructions before it got returned. I felt so ashamed of myself and for some days, I couldn't even lift my face before my aunt and cousins. Those days, I was thoroughly searched whenever I come visiting. I wasn't visiting because I wanted to, necessity called for it and I believe you must have read about in another story.

I remember one of the days my cousin complained that she was looking for her money, I was blamed, my tears were not enough proof that I didn't do it and even though the money was never found, I was regarded and treated like a hardened criminal, this continued to make low self-esteem spread within me with speed. Nobody knew that I was fighting battles within me, I was struggling to come to terms with who I was. I questioned God on why I was created and I suggested that he would have made me an animal if I needed to exist.

At some point, I questioned if God truly existed because I believed if he did, he would have been able to control me even when I couldn't control myself. At some point, I was also lacking the motivation to do the right thing because when I commit a crime or not, I would be accused of crimes I didn't commit. However, whenever I remember the experience I had as a kid; about a hand tapping me and asking me to preach the gospel, I would always withdraw my questioning. Other times, I would feel that I had gone so bad that God has truly rejected me and marked me for destruction.

I was not a stubborn child, I was a scared and very quiet child who shiver whenever a hand is raised out of fear of being beaten. I remember back in the junior seminary school where I was accused of belonging to a spiritual cult because of the way I was usually quiet, the way I shiver whenever a senior is talking to me and the way I would cry instead no to requests from the senior folks. One of the days that I slept off in the classroom during night preps and didn't make it back to the hostel room, many people believed I disappeared for an occultic meeting.

I was also very anti-social and scared of letting my opinions out. We barely had opportunities to relate with people anyway because we were restricted from going out, having friends and even relating with people closely. My dad usually felt very uneasy whenever he bumps into us on the road talking with someone whether male or female.

I was empty inside but in that emptiness, I always felt God was reaching out to me, I always loved God emotionally and I always felt sad that I wasn't making God happy. Some days I would kneel asking God to take away my life rather than allow me to stay in the world and doing what I don't want to do.

It was within this period that it was announced that God has rejected me, he was angry with me and that I will die at the age of sixteen. Few of my relatives started dreaming of my death too, they would always call my mother to relate their nightmares and this further validated the claims that God was done with me. I started seeing death hovering over me, it became a psychological problem. Anytime I walk on the road, I was expecting a car to just run into me and kill me!

We always read Bible during night devotions too and we're asked to preach from it in turns! Initially, I only loved reading the stories in the Bible, I had never read beyond the book of Acts of the Apostles or the book of Judges. While we weren't very committed to a local assembly, our family was a staunch Christian home. The nearest Church was very far from home and we went to church only on Sundays and sometimes, before we get there, the service is almost over.

After a long while, a new Church was planted close to home. First, I stopped attending Children church and started going to the adult church services. Sometimes, my parents would force me to sit with them in Church, I would become stiff especially when I sit with my dad. During music sections, I don't move my body, I would just stand moping at the band and feeling chained! Who knows? I may dance and dance the wrong way, then dad will wait for me at home for a beating. Dad misinterpreted my uneasiness too! He believed I had a demon in me that makes me stiff in Church.

Somehow, I was able to break free and start attending services independent of my parents. Sometimes, I would just wake up, prepare and leave earlier than them and this way I would sit alone. I still had dads eyes on me though but whenever he looks away I'd steal some dance steps. I would watch my fellow youths in excitement as they dance and I felt there was a way to express myself the way I felt inside. When I was done with "O" Level examinations, I started going for most of the Church weekly activities, I was seen virtually in every single activity of the Church.

At first, I was endeared to Church for two reasons, first it was a place I felt safe and secondly, it was the only reason I could stay away from home for some time. Though there were times I would have issues with my dad for coming back from Church late, the Church was one thing they wouldn't want to stop us from being committed to even though they wanted to have a say on how to be committed and where to be committed.

One Sunday morning, during church service, the preacher was preaching from Romans 6:23 which talks about the wages of sin and the gift of God. While the preacher dwelt on the wages of sin I became curious, I had to read again to see if there were any wages of righteousness but I couldn't see, I rather saw the gift of God! My curiosity heightened, does it mean there aren't any wages of righteousness? Why are we struggling to be righteous then? I asked myself and I decided to read the entire chapter, I couldn't find a place where the wages of righteousness was mentioned and I went back to chapter one of Romans and started reading from there.

That was the beginning of my turning point.

I didn't stop reading, I would read it over and over again even as I got home. What I saw was clashing with virtually everything I've heard as the gospel, it was subjecting a lot of things to questioning. It was at odds with many things I've heard not in the Children's Church, in the adult Church and even in school moral instructions. I was fighting it but I couldn't stop reading because I wanted to understand better.

At some point, I would feel like "wow!" And at some other point, I would feel bitter with Paul and ask "is he encouraging us to continue sinning?" Within this time, I joined a youth ministry in Church and began to come out of my shelf gradually. My parents too were amazed! To some point, they started becoming proud of me and this alone was a big motivation to continue. What they have tried to see by all means started becoming possible just by the simple entrance of God's word. I don't know how it happened but God's word was changing me drastically.

My life started changing, my viewpoint started changing with what I was reading in the entire letters of Paul and I began to doubt some things I heard earlier. I began to doubt that God was done with me, I began to doubt that God wants me dead at sixteen years, I felt it was the devil trying to take advantage of my situation. I have always heard and believed that the wages of sin is death but I was never taught the gift of God which is eternal life, I have always wanted this life, I had always wanted to work for my salvation but the more I tried the more I got even worse. I was never told it wasn't my duty to work for my salvation, I was never told that the price Jesus paid was complete and perfect! I thought Jesus only came to make it easier for me to be saved but in Romans, I was seeing that Jesus saved me regardless of my sins!

I strived with the truth for months as it wasn't what I've heard since I was born. I had no privilege to be taught those kinds of truth in the local assembly but each time I was in service, a voice would be explaining scriptures to me even when the preacher is saying something else. It used to come so clear that I would be writing them down as though I was copying it from somewhere. As each day passes, I was opening up for the truth more.

I started finding peace in me, my self-esteem started to improve and I began meeting people. In the youth ministry that I joined, I felt accepted for the first time. During Bible studies, I would also be allowed to contribute, this way, I felt my voice matter as they would always marvel at my contributions during the Bible study. I had experienced this too in Scripture Union during follow up and Bible study classes.

I was growing and I became sure that God never hated me, I became sure that I was not going to die at the age of sixteen and I realised that I was seeing death only because I started entertaining the thought of it. The change became obvious, it didn't happen instantly, it took time and it is still happening till date but so far, it was glaring! My mistakes stopped becoming a yardstick for me to measure God's love and acceptance.

It was at the age of eighteen that I remembered I was informed that I was going to die at the age of sixteen, that God was angry with me and has marked me for death. They were wrong, if the Bible contained the word of God, then they weren't saying the truth! The truth I saw was what set me free, the more I understood the gospel, the more I realized I had no problem, that I was a slave by ignorance. I started seeing the best of myself, I started feeling much more confident of who I am.

While I have heard moral instructions for decades, it tried but it didn't change me. I was so weird that Dad felt I had a demon! I remember the day he took me for deliverance, they turned me around, pushed me to the floor, raised me again and poured oil on me. It didn't change me. I was not as bad as many young boys because I didn't have the opportunity to be bad like them anyway but it made no difference!

I remember when I was taken to one "Evangelist-seer" who tried pressuring me into agreeing that I do see myself naked in the dream. She tried convincing me of a dream that was supposed to be mine! I never saw myself naked but she was insisting I do and that I was lying. For the sake of peace and because my mother would not believe me, I nodded reluctantly. She gave me Psalms and fasting... It didn't lift as feather off me, I became worse.

The gospel did what years of disciplines, moral instructions and threats couldn't do! Knowing that God loved me regardless changed everything, I would stay on my knees praying and crying to God, those tears were tears of affection. Somehow, what was in me as a child became stirred up! My love for gadgets got channelled rightly, I combined it with my love for writing and it was easy. Those things I supposed were deficiencies turned out to be a kind of strength! Sometimes, what we call weaknesses are strengths that got manipulated.

I heard the gospel, it changed me. No wonder the Bible says it is God's power unto salvation, we don't need to know how it happens, we just have to believe. All we know is that the gospel is God's power to save those who believe... Realizing that God's mercy is bigger than my mess mesmerized me and made me better.

Its been over a decade-plus but I am still living and enjoying God's love. The death I experienced was the one I died with Christ and now I live for him. If he says I am free, who am I to question it? That's how I've gotten from there to here.

#GracefulGeorge

THE JOURNEY FROM THERE TO HERE

Becoming a teen, I was the black sheep of my family. Everything I did was customarily wrong even when I try to please everyone. As a young teen, I suddenly developed kleptomaniac tendencies, I would always pick small money from my father's pocket when he enters the bathroom and sometimes I would always look out for hideouts where they hid money from us.

Most times, it was that hidden money I was after as I always rationalized my actions with "well, they must have forgotten that the money is here". The more they devise new means to hide it, the more they train my mind to know exactly where they would be hiding it. It was an impulsive behaviour that was beyond my control. The fact that my father usually labels me as a wicked boy made things worse for my emotions because it wasn't intentional.

Before such propensities evolved, I have had a mysterious experience as a kid in my primary school when a hand tapped me one early morning and said audibly "go and preach the gospel", I believe it was God. As a kid, I started going for early morning street preaching but things changed when I got admitted into a seminary school. While in Junior Seminary, all my belongings were stolen except the shirt I was wearing on my body. The day I removed it to wash it, it was also stolen! The senior prefects who also majored as official bullies didn't give my kind any chance, they would beat me every morning because I had no shirt. Stealing became a survival skill for most of us, I found it hard stealing other people's stuff not because I didn't need them but because I was scared, very scared of getting caught. After a year and some months, I left the school.

It was the moment I came out of the junior seminary that I saw these thievish propensities sprouting! I realized later that it had become a part of my natural idiosyncrasies as I hiked through juvenile. Those times, these things were what I never wanted to do but I found myself doing them! Sometimes, after stealing change, I would go to a nook and cry. It was ravaging me, particularly with the way I was always dealt with and spoken to as a result of that.

I was feeling a void in me, my father found me extremely disgusting. Whether I try to please him or not, he found me very horrible and every subtlest misstep would bring his resentment on me. I wanted to do what was right but inside of me, I was trudging in confusion, striving to come to terms with who I was, with my identity and with the supposed God's judgement. Anytime I was privileged to attend church programmes, I would answer altar-calls because we were always told that the moment we are prayed for, the desire to do what is wrong would leave! Well, it never left me! Oftentimes, when I steal money, I wasn't regarding it as stealing, I was always considering that I would soon make money and repay all the money I had taken.

At a point, it was declared openly in my family that God was angry and has instructed that they stop praying for me since he has marked that I will depart at the age of sixteen.

My parents had directed my siblings before then to stop associating with me, they didn't want me to influence them wrongly. Mum would seldom wake me in the midnight to talk to me, she wasn't like my Dad. Her concerns were usually shown more softly even when it becomes unbearable. Sometimes, I watch my mum's frustration and cry, I wished she knew that I wasn't doing those things intentionally, that I was also battling within myself to do what was right.

I wasn't doing something so different from what other young ones were doing but it was serious in my family. What is defined as stealing in my family, is what some other families may define as merely crossing boundaries. In my family, taking food from the pot without authorization was as severe as stealing money and stealing money was treated as a near-murder case. With my recent interaction with people, I have realized that what is considered wrong in some families is typical in other families. I also realized in some studies I have done as regards to teenagers that some behavioural traits are very common and would likely be outgrown if handled with care.

My mother didn't stop always praying for me though, she felt she was losing me away to the devil. It was at this period that my siblings were told not to have anything to do with me, I would stay in the room alone all to myself. When it was declared openly that God was angry with me and that I will die at the age of sixteen, I felt even more awful! My father had rejected me, my siblings have been asked to reject me and now God, according to them, had rejected me... I was slowly moving into depression. I remember my several attempts to kill myself, my self-esteem was deeply hurt that I felt terrible in the presence of people.

There was no day my father did not call me names, there was no day he wouldn't shout at me, fear became a part of me and my heart would skip at every occasion. This was also how I developed conflict phobia, allodoxaphobia and several other related phobias. I was also punished for the offence of others in the family. Anytime something wrong comes about in the family, with little or no inquiry, I was invariably accused and punished. My words became unbelievable too. Whether I was telling the truth or lying, they were all treated as lies. Sometimes, to win the trust of my mother, I would steal money from her bag and return it telling her I picked it from her room.

One of the nights after dad had finished flogging me for something I didn't do wrong, I looked at the wounds and determined I was going to die. I tried mixing the methylated powder with water believing it would kill me if I drink it. Dad caught me, he asked me what I was going to do with it and I told him I wanted to apply them in the wounds he gave me. He flared up and accused me of belonging to a cult where they taught me to use powder on my body after being flogged. Guess what? He started beating me again.

All through the night, I was crying. I could not sleep, it had become so intolerable and I remember he told me "you are not my son! I disown you today!" I felt even more offended, not because he vocally disowned me but because I stopped deeming him as my father that moment and I didn't see any reason someone who isn't my father would want to discipline me. I even began to feel very offended whenever he sends me on errands or beat me for my poor result in school.

At some of these occurrences, my mother usually seemed helpless. Whenever dad wanted to beat me, he would send her out of the room, lock up the door and deal with me till his anger is satisfied. Like many African parents, my father was a very strict and mean man but inside of him was a very soft, weak and water-hearted man. All that he was doing was a display of fear, he was dealing with me the way he thought was the best way to protect me. His intentions were for my good, he was scared I would turn into something he didn't want, he was overprotective and coming from a polygamous family whose mother was the last wife, Dad didn't have the experience of what it looked like to have a close relationship with his father. These days, I hold no grudges against my father, I appreciate everything he did even if they weren't the best way to handle issues; it was his own best and he desired to have a morally sound son. If he had known better then, he would have done better.

That night, I packed up my bag, sneaked it out of the house and the next morning, I ran away from home! I wanted to run into a speeding car and die but on second thought, I went to my Uncle's place where I stayed for a while before my aunt tried resolving the issues between I and my father. I was restored home. Before I got restored home, I had noticed an old laptop in my Uncle's room that I felt he wasn't using, I believed that the moment I grab this laptop, I would be able to make money with it, not as if I even know how but the urge was uncontrollable.

This kleptomaniac tendency manifested again and I carried the laptop. I had this bond with gadgets and I don't know where it came from, I was always attracted to electronics whether it was a calculator, walkie-talkie, electronic watches and all that, I was always attracted to it. My father saw the laptop later, it was another series of beating and moral instructions before it got returned. I felt so ashamed of myself and for some days, I couldn't even lift my face before my aunt and cousins. Those days, I was thoroughly searched whenever I come visiting. I wasn't visiting because I wanted to, necessity called for it and I believe you must have read about in another story.

I remember one of the days my cousin complained that she was looking for her money, I was blamed, my tears were not enough proof that I didn't do it and even though the money was never found, I was regarded and treated like a hardened criminal, this continued to make low self-esteem spread within me with speed. Nobody knew that I was fighting battles within me, I was struggling to come to terms with who I was. I questioned God on why I was created and I suggested that he would have made me an animal if I needed to exist.

At some point, I questioned if God truly existed because I believed if he did, he would have been able to control me even when I couldn't control myself. At some point, I was also lacking the motivation to do the right thing because when I commit a crime or not, I would be accused of crimes I didn't commit. However, whenever I remember the experience I had as a kid; about a hand tapping me and asking me to preach the gospel, I would always withdraw my questioning. Other times, I would feel that I had gone so bad that God has truly rejected me and marked me for destruction.

I was not a stubborn child, I was a scared and very quiet child who shiver whenever a hand is raised out of fear of being beaten. I remember back in the junior seminary school where I was accused of belonging to a spiritual cult because of the way I was usually quiet, the way I shiver whenever a senior is talking to me and the way I would cry instead no to requests from the senior folks. One of the days that I slept off in the classroom during night preps and didn't make it back to the hostel room, many people believed I disappeared for an occultic meeting.

I was also very anti-social and scared of letting my opinions out. We barely had opportunities to relate with people anyway because we were restricted from going out, having friends and even relating with people closely. My dad usually felt very uneasy whenever he bumps into us on the road talking with someone whether male or female.

I was empty inside but in that emptiness, I always felt God was reaching out to me, I always loved God emotionally and I always felt sad that I wasn't making God happy. Some days I would kneel asking God to take away my life rather than allow me to stay in the world and doing what I don't want to do.

It was within this period that it was announced that God has rejected me, he was angry with me and that I will die at the age of sixteen. Few of my relatives started dreaming of my death too, they would always call my mother to relate their nightmares and this further validated the claims that God was done with me. I started seeing death hovering over me, it became a psychological problem. Anytime I walk on the road, I was expecting a car to just run into me and kill me!

We always read Bible during night devotions too and we're asked to preach from it in turns! Initially, I only loved reading the stories in the Bible, I had never read beyond the book of Acts of the Apostles or the book of Judges. While we weren't very committed to a local assembly, our family was a staunch Christian home. The nearest Church was very far from home and we went to church only on Sundays and sometimes, before we get there, the service is almost over.

After a long while, a new Church was planted close to home. First, I stopped attending Children church and started going to the adult church services. Sometimes, my parents would force me to sit with them in Church, I would become stiff especially when I sit with my dad. During music sections, I don't move my body, I would just stand moping at the band and feeling chained! Who knows? I may dance and dance the wrong way, then dad will wait for me at home for a beating. Dad misinterpreted my uneasiness too! He believed I had a demon in me that makes me stiff in Church.

Somehow, I was able to break free and start attending services independent of my parents. Sometimes, I would just wake up, prepare and leave earlier than them and this way I would sit alone. I still had dads eyes on me though but whenever he looks away I'd steal some dance steps. I would watch my fellow youths in excitement as they dance and I felt there was a way to express myself the way I felt inside. When I was done with "O" Level examinations, I started going for most of the Church weekly activities, I was seen virtually in every single activity of the Church.

At first, I was endeared to Church for two reasons, first it was a place I felt safe and secondly, it was the only reason I could stay away from home for some time. Though there were times I would have issues with my dad for coming back from Church late, the Church was one thing they wouldn't want to stop us from being committed to even though they wanted to have a say on how to be committed and where to be committed.

One Sunday morning, during church service, the preacher was preaching from Romans 6:23 which talks about the wages of sin and the gift of God. While the preacher dwelt on the wages of sin I became curious, I had to read again to see if there were any wages of righteousness but I couldn't see, I rather saw the gift of God! My curiosity heightened, does it mean there aren't any wages of righteousness? Why are we struggling to be righteous then? I asked myself and I decided to read the entire chapter, I couldn't find a place where the wages of righteousness was mentioned and I went back to chapter one of Romans and started reading from there.

That was the beginning of my turning point.

I didn't stop reading, I would read it over and over again even as I got home. What I saw was clashing with virtually everything I've heard as the gospel, it was subjecting a lot of things to questioning. It was at odds with many things I've heard not in the Children's Church, in the adult Church and even in school moral instructions. I was fighting it but I couldn't stop reading because I wanted to understand better.

At some point, I would feel like "wow!" And at some other point, I would feel bitter with Paul and ask "is he encouraging us to continue sinning?" Within this time, I joined a youth ministry in Church and began to come out of my shelf gradually. My parents too were amazed! To some point, they started becoming proud of me and this alone was a big motivation to continue. What they have tried to see by all means started becoming possible just by the simple entrance of God's word. I don't know how it happened but God's word was changing me drastically.

My life started changing, my viewpoint started changing with what I was reading in the entire letters of Paul and I began to doubt some things I heard earlier. I began to doubt that God was done with me, I began to doubt that God wants me dead at sixteen years, I felt it was the devil trying to take advantage of my situation. I have always heard and believed that the wages of sin is death but I was never taught the gift of God which is eternal life, I have always wanted this life, I had always wanted to work for my salvation but the more I tried the more I got even worse. I was never told it wasn't my duty to work for my salvation, I was never told that the price Jesus paid was complete and perfect! I thought Jesus only came to make it easier for me to be saved but in Romans, I was seeing that Jesus saved me regardless of my sins!

I strived with the truth for months as it wasn't what I've heard since I was born. I had no privilege to be taught those kinds of truth in the local assembly but each time I was in service, a voice would be explaining scriptures to me even when the preacher is saying something else. It used to come so clear that I would be writing them down as though I was copying it from somewhere. As each day passes, I was opening up for the truth more.

I started finding peace in me, my self-esteem started to improve and I began meeting people. In the youth ministry that I joined, I felt accepted for the first time. During Bible studies, I would also be allowed to contribute, this way, I felt my voice matter as they would always marvel at my contributions during the Bible study. I had experienced this too in Scripture Union during follow up and Bible study classes.

I was growing and I became sure that God never hated me, I became sure that I was not going to die at the age of sixteen and I realised that I was seeing death only because I started entertaining the thought of it. The change became obvious, it didn't happen instantly, it took time and it is still happening till date but so far, it was glaring! My mistakes stopped becoming a yardstick for me to measure God's love and acceptance.

It was at the age of eighteen that I remembered I was informed that I was going to die at the age of sixteen, that God was angry with me and has marked me for death. They were wrong, if the Bible contained the word of God, then they weren't saying the truth! The truth I saw was what set me free, the more I understood the gospel, the more I realized I had no problem, that I was a slave by ignorance. I started seeing the best of myself, I started feeling much more confident of who I am.

While I have heard moral instructions for decades, it tried but it didn't change me. I was so weird that Dad felt I had a demon! I remember the day he took me for deliverance, they turned me around, pushed me to the floor, raised me again and poured oil on me. It didn't change me. I was not as bad as many young boys because I didn't have the opportunity to be bad like them anyway but it made no difference!

I remember when I was taken to one "Evangelist-seer" who tried pressuring me into agreeing that I do see myself naked in the dream. She tried convincing me of a dream that was supposed to be mine! I never saw myself naked but she was insisting I do and that I was lying. For the sake of peace and because my mother would not believe me, I nodded reluctantly. She gave me Psalms and fasting... It didn't lift as feather off me, I became worse.

The gospel did what years of disciplines, moral instructions and threats couldn't do! Knowing that God loved me regardless changed everything, I would stay on my knees praying and crying to God, those tears were tears of affection. Somehow, what was in me as a child became stirred up! My love for gadgets got channelled rightly, I combined it with my love for writing and it was easy. Those things I supposed were deficiencies turned out to be a kind of strength! Sometimes, what we call weaknesses are strengths that got manipulated.

I heard the gospel, it changed me. No wonder the Bible says it is God's power unto salvation, we don't need to know how it happens, we just have to believe. All we know is that the gospel is God's power to save those who believe... Realizing that God's mercy is bigger than my mess mesmerized me and made me better.

Its been over a decade-plus but I am still living and enjoying God's love. The death I experienced was the one I died with Christ and now I live for him. If he says I am free, who am I to question it? That's how I've gotten from there to here.

#GracefulGeorge

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Once upon a time, I stole a student's school fees to buy textbooks for myself because I was being flogged every day in school by some teachers for not having textbooks. As a school prefect, they always humiliated me in the assembly ground for not having the school's diary. Morally speaking, I wasn't such a bad child, my mother did lots of job as regards to raising us to be morally sound. I took the money hoping magic would happen, I was hoping there would be a miracle as to how to replace the money but it never happened!
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I was caught anyway, but guess what? I wasn't suspended from the school, the principal had my backing and she even waived off the young boy's school fees for that term. She wasn't happy that I did such, she was a bit disappointed but she knew this was like a war for me. I was a young boy struggling to meet up with the pressure of the teachers when my father had become financially handicapped. This happened after my father lost all he had in a fate we never prepared for.
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When things were good, I had gone to the principal demanding that I start off a school fellowship which she approved. I didn't run that fellowship even after approval because I became scared but she loved the fact that I had that bold step to write her a letter asking that I run the fellowship with her permission. She even offered me some privileges to feature in the school prayers during Christmas party at that time. I became the assistant chapel prefect afterwards, it was the best position I'd serve in.
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I was a young boy who felt very inferior, a core introvert who hardly stood a stare but I managed to perform as the assistant chapel prefect. It was as the assistant chapel prefect that I stole the young boy's school fees because I felt that was the only way to walk out of the humiliation I faced. The textbooks I bought with it are still in our family apartment now, my younger siblings used it too.
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While some teachers wanted to humiliate me with what happened, the school principal didn't allow them, she knew I was a young boy who was struggling with many things. After the initial questioning, I never faced further panel, she asked that the matter die an untimely death and only very few persons knew that this happened. My family, the family of the boy whom I stole his money, the Principal and few teachers knew it but the principal prevented it from spreading.
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Why? She believed in me, she believed that I wasn't perfect, that I was a young boy who was prone to error, that I make mistakes but that above my mistakes I deserve respect, understanding and patience. She gave me the opportunity to regain myself and no teacher was permitted to talk further about it. I wasn't even stripped off my position as the assistant chapel prefect but shame made me withdrew for some time which left with time.
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Coming across the story of a student of Babcock University who was expelled from the school simply because a sex tape involving her leaked tells me a lot! It means that as long as you are sinning differently and pretending to be good, you are a good student of Babcock but the moment you are fished out, you are sent packing! First, the video wasn't recorded in the school premises, the video wasn't released with the consent of this girl, she may have even been a victim of blackmail! I think the university, as a missionary school didn't reflect Jesus at all! They would have asked, "what would Jesus have done?"
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I wish I am standing before the administrators of the university, I will speak into their ears.
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You claim to build character, you claim to reform people. Then, someone you claimed you were training was caught in a web of sexual scandal! Expelling her was a senseless thing to do. You should have brought her in, make her feel at home and make her know that "this is supposed to be home away from home. If everyone else laughs at you, we are still committed to our promise, to train you and help you out of every mess."
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Expelling her is actually how Babcock University has brought a bad name for themselves, at least to me and other concerned individuals. The future of this young girl would have been evidence of their commitment, I think this is a test that they failed woefully.
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First, it has become obvious that their claims of training and building character are false! They are rather looking for an already built character so that they'll pride with it and claim it's their own doing as they have always done! For me, this puts a question mark on their integrity and I can't trust their school with my ward since they aren't fulfilling their promise.
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This young girl did very wrong by having premarital sexual affair, she may not be a novice, she may be a pro in the game and may even have always wanted to do worse but as a missionary school, there is no level of bad behaviour bigger than the instrument of correction which is God's word and love. This would have been the time to win this young girl, the time to prevent her from becoming worse and the time to make her realise that love conquers all manner of evil.
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Send my message to Babcock.
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Blessings.
#GracefulGeorge

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Once upon a time, I stole a student's school fees to buy textbooks for myself because I was being flogged every day in school by some teachers for not having textbooks. As a school prefect, they always humiliated me in the assembly ground for not having the school's diary. Morally speaking, I wasn't such a bad child, my mother did lots of job as regards to raising us to be morally sound. I took the money hoping magic would happen, I was hoping there would be a miracle as to how to replace the money but it never happened!
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I was caught anyway, but guess what? I wasn't suspended from the school, the principal had my backing and she even waived off the young boy's school fees for that term. She wasn't happy that I did such, she was a bit disappointed but she knew this was like a war for me. I was a young boy struggling to meet up with the pressure of the teachers when my father had become financially handicapped. This happened after my father lost all he had in a fate we never prepared for.
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When things were good, I had gone to the principal demanding that I start off a school fellowship which she approved. I didn't run that fellowship even after approval because I became scared but she loved the fact that I had that bold step to write her a letter asking that I run the fellowship with her permission. She even offered me some privileges to feature in the school prayers during Christmas party at that time. I became the assistant chapel prefect afterwards, it was the best position I'd serve in.
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I was a young boy who felt very inferior, a core introvert who hardly stood a stare but I managed to perform as the assistant chapel prefect. It was as the assistant chapel prefect that I stole the young boy's school fees because I felt that was the only way to walk out of the humiliation I faced. The textbooks I bought with it are still in our family apartment now, my younger siblings used it too.
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While some teachers wanted to humiliate me with what happened, the school principal didn't allow them, she knew I was a young boy who was struggling with many things. After the initial questioning, I never faced further panel, she asked that the matter die an untimely death and only very few persons knew that this happened. My family, the family of the boy whom I stole his money, the Principal and few teachers knew it but the principal prevented it from spreading.
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Why? She believed in me, she believed that I wasn't perfect, that I was a young boy who was prone to error, that I make mistakes but that above my mistakes I deserve respect, understanding and patience. She gave me the opportunity to regain myself and no teacher was permitted to talk further about it. I wasn't even stripped off my position as the assistant chapel prefect but shame made me withdrew for some time which left with time.
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Coming across the story of a student of Babcock University who was expelled from the school simply because a sex tape involving her leaked tells me a lot! It means that as long as you are sinning differently and pretending to be good, you are a good student of Babcock but the moment you are fished out, you are sent packing! First, the video wasn't recorded in the school premises, the video wasn't released with the consent of this girl, she may have even been a victim of blackmail! I think the university, as a missionary school didn't reflect Jesus at all! They would have asked, "what would Jesus have done?"
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I wish I am standing before the administrators of the university, I will speak into their ears.
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You claim to build character, you claim to reform people. Then, someone you claimed you were training was caught in a web of sexual scandal! Expelling her was a senseless thing to do. You should have brought her in, make her feel at home and make her know that "this is supposed to be home away from home. If everyone else laughs at you, we are still committed to our promise, to train you and help you out of every mess."
.
Expelling her is actually how Babcock University has brought a bad name for themselves, at least to me and other concerned individuals. The future of this young girl would have been evidence of their commitment, I think this is a test that they failed woefully.
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First, it has become obvious that their claims of training and building character are false! They are rather looking for an already built character so that they'll pride with it and claim it's their own doing as they have always done! For me, this puts a question mark on their integrity and I can't trust their school with my ward since they aren't fulfilling their promise.
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This young girl did very wrong by having premarital sexual affair, she may not be a novice, she may be a pro in the game and may even have always wanted to do worse but as a missionary school, there is no level of bad behaviour bigger than the instrument of correction which is God's word and love. This would have been the time to win this young girl, the time to prevent her from becoming worse and the time to make her realise that love conquers all manner of evil.
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Send my message to Babcock.
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Blessings.

#GracefulGeorge

Please nairalanders, how much does Samsung s6 screen cost?

Happy 1st year BIRTHDAY Nephew,

You were born a year ago and I already can't imagine life without you. Even before I came to see u, ur mum and some other friends and relations have already started whispering that u look like me. When I walked in the room and saw your little scrunched up pickle face and lips, you opened your eyes to see me, I knew my heart was stolen by you, little man because you're the prayer God answered. I know that I'm not your mom or dad but I get to be the third best thing: your uncle And that's the best part.

I promise that when you need someone to confide in, I'll listen with open ears. I promise that when dad is getting on your case or mom is bugging you to clean your room again that I'll remind them that they were once a kid too. I promise to love you and spoil you more than you could ever possibly imagine.

But here's part of the deal: you can't grow up too fast. You have to stay little for a while because this world isn't quite ready for the impact that I know you're going to have on it. And I'm ready for you to grow up. I'm ready for the day your mom calls me to tell me that you're starting kindergarten. I'm ready for the day I get a cheesy and messy picture of you outside the house playing because believe me it's going to happen.
I have these 10ways to bond myself with you,
1. I'll have fun and memories with you.
2. I'll keep my promises
3. I'll always offer to babysit you when am available
4. I'll give you gifts
5. I'll follow your parent's rules
6. I'll surely play with you
7. I'll always be in touch
8. I won't forget your birthday
9. I'll shape your interests
10. And I'll be a good example...

So keep growing. Let us hold onto you a little while longer. Don't be so slow to start running, and talking. You're loved more than you know, you're the son of someone so dear to me. Though I'm thinking the wonderful name I gotta call u other than ur name mikel,
Love,
Your Favorite Uncle Jatt (even though you don't know it yet)
Happy birthday Chimbudike mikel, I pray growing in wisdom, understanding, with God and man.

12thsept... JATT' S day

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Sometimes, I'm a bit loner and at times sociable. Am a deep thinker and I study also... I have a big heart but also I don't accept anything less than what I deserve.

I know my worth... I'm a dreamer and am very passionate. I see that there is a lot of things wrong with our society and people living in it. For some reasons I feel like I don't fit in, like I wanna be at the moon alone. I'm those jokes that sweeps u off ur feet.

I'm too weird for the normal people and too normal for the weird people. I'm unpredicted... Am full of love and am so emotional. I'm the love and happiness i plant into lives. I'm the challenges I pass through and the new things I do try out.

I'm not my age, nor the size or type of clothes I wear. I'm not my name or the cute smile I give. I'm not the shits I do. I'm all the books I have read, all the words I have speak. I'm the smile I try to hide.

I'm the sweetness in every laughter I have caused you. I'm the smile I'm trying to hide. I'm the song I sing loudly when I am alone. I'm the place I have been to and the one I called home. I'm the pictures in my screenshots.

I'm the things I believed in and the people that i LOVE. I'm the future I dream of. I'm my own diary. I have find myself. I have find what makes me happy. I have understand what I'm passionate about. I'm the lives that gets happy when they hear my name.

That's discovering who i am and living a life i'll be proud of... happy birthday Jatt, keep living. The world will hear ur name soon. I'm a great man.

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SEXUALLY ABUSED AT 12

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I have a story to tell and if you read it words after words, you may be surprised how these things we call "incoherent" could become really true. I will try my best to make this story short without skipping the important details.

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I was around 11 or 12 years old, I was in my JSS 1, in a Junior Seminary School. I met this young boy who picked interest in me. I was a very quiet and shy introvert who also had a serious phobia for conflicts and gatherings. Many people would bully me and get away with it, my belongings in school would be stolen without me having to steal other people's belongings all in the name of "tapping is a game." It was in this situation that this young fellow met me, I was scared of troubles, fighting or even having an argument. Whenever I tried being vocal, I struggled with stammering. All of these put together made me say a few words but write much on books. Thanks to the advantage it gave me today anyway.

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I was writing about a fellow who picked interest in me right? He was in his JSS 3 class and would always come to meet me during evening preps or Saturday evening of hymns. I noticed something with him, he would always want to touch me all over my body and I didn't know the meaning of what he was doing. Sex, homosexuality and other words were alien to me and I was smart but so naive! I wasn't comfortable with the ways he would touch me, I didn't know what those touches meant but I also was afraid to raise alarm because I wouldn't be able to control the scene or even defend myself. While I always tried avoiding him entirely, I was always helpless whenever he catches up with me.

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One night, after lights out in the hostels, I was asleep but suddenly I started feeling very uneasy. I woke up but wasn't fully compos mentis and yet something was happening to my body. By the time I came to full consciousness, I realized this fellow had pulled off my shorts and was sucking my penis. We had about thirty people in the hostel but I was too shocked to shout, it was dark and no one was seeing us. I tried pulling him off but he closed my mouth with one hand and said "it's nothing. Don't worry, you will like it in the end." It doesn't sound coherent here because there were people around and yet I did nothing but this is truly how it happened.

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We were both very young, I was still a child at that time after all and I didn't know what to call what he was doing. I grew up in a very conservative home where there was no atom of sexual education and mum trusted the school she enrolled me into. The only thing I knew that was that "touching a woman or allowing our mouth to come together is a sin." Personally, at that age, I knew what he was doing to my body was very wrong, I knew there was something abnormal about it if it wasn't something that can be done in the public. I kept struggling silently until he left me.

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Note this, we had about thirty persons in that hostel, I had someone on top of the bunk, I had neighbours but no one knew about this. I told no one about it later but it changed everything. I started living in fear, I started hiding at every sight of him. I can still remember his little face and the way he would always smile when he sees me. I remember he had a mark on his face that looked like large eczema. Whatever happened that night didn't stop, it continued and yet I was afraid to speak up! Till date, even my parents didn't know about this because I was scared of the ripple effects of opening up. I felt I would be blamed for not fighting hard, I would be blamed for not shouting and reporting to the school authorities and so I thought it was better not to talk. I didn't even know what exactly was wrong with whatever he was doing.

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At some points, I stopped sleeping in the hostel. After every night prep, I would remain in the class while others go into the hostel. I will stay in the entire school block alone and some nights it would be cold and scary! I was only hiding from someone I felt too weak to fight. My hostel mates noticed I wasn't showing up in the hostel for some nights and they started accusing me of belonging to a secret mystical cult that usually disappears at night to hold meetings. Once I was accused, I would always break down and cry and they would say my tears are reactions indicating I belonged to a secret cult.

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It became so bad, I succeeded in hiding from him sometimes but other times, especially when we are assembled in the evening for hymns and announcements, he would come around in the crowd and start touching me. He would touch me and extend his hand to my penis. I was scared, yet I was a bit helpless! I didn't even fight because creating a scene and getting people to look me into the face and ask questions was one thing I never wanted to experience. I started finding a way to escape the school entirely.

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One day, we were given a project in Fine Applied Arts and it involved getting clays from the neighbouring town. Some students suggested it was easier to follow a path from the fallen fence at the back of the school. In the process, I discovered I could leave the school premises from the back of the school compound and I started planning with my brother who was in school with me on how to escape. While we had a mutual plan, he never knew what was happening to me and I am sure he will only know from this story. It was successful, we escaped the school and start roaming around the village looking for a way home. We found a way but we had to trek from Nsugbe to Nkpor! How we were able to locate our house, I can't tell to this moment.

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To cut the long story short. My parents kept bringing me back to school and instructing the gateman to ensure that I stop escaping. It hadn't come to the knowledge of the school authorities until one certain time when I got reported. That morning, in the assembly ground, I and my brother were called up to the podium for negative recognition and from there we got suspended from school.

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As the suspension was announced by the Principal of the School who is presently a Venerable (as at the time of writing this), I looked at the boy who always comes to me at night and smiled. He looked very sad and defeated. I hurried to the clerk's office after the assembly and requested the suspension letter. She was surprised at my joy that we were being suspended and she said in a very kind tone

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"are you happy that you got suspended?"

I smiled and responded "No. Ma" I was lying

"Well, the suspension isn't an abomination," she said, "just ensure you come back with your parents on the day it is over."

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I took the letter and I eventually left the school with my brother. Before then I had dreamt of changing to another School, I even saw the name of the school in my dreams without knowing such school existed. Well, from the suspension, my parents realized that if they send me back to the school, I would continue jumping the fence and even endangering my life in the process of going home. They changed me to another school.

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Although I had given instances of the abuses I had faced in my several writings, this is the first time I will be telling the story the way it is! For 17 years, I have been silent to some extents about this and it is something my family never got to know about and even though I have healed from it all, I still feel uneasy and goose pimples whenever it comes to my mind.

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I thought I had escaped what I later found out to be series sexual abuses from a fellow child who must have also been exposed to this by an adult. Whatever that boy became then, I had found out later in my life that it was a result of sexual abuse from another fellow! If he had gone around at that age exploiting younger fellows sexually, I don't know what has become of him now.

When I was finally gone from the school and away from him I thought it was over, but this was just an introduction to what happened to be the worst moments of my life.

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There were worst things ahead!

~ George O.N

anthonyuncle:
no need for DNA test

U think i was adopted??

Burgerlomo:
HBD to yah dad LLNP

Thanks dear... God bless u

Burgerlomo:
See as U be yah pop carbon copy

Lol... do i resemble him Or he resemble me
Am I that handsome?

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#31stmay #TheBoyIsGood

Happy birthday to the man whose birthday i always wait to come. Happy birthday to the man who is smart, handsome, hardworking, diligent in all his doings and reminds me alot about motivation, inspiration and passion.

Its another time to celebrate u again. A man like u is very rare to hv as a dad. U r priceless, u r not only strong and wise but kind, loving, caring and thoughtful. Count ur years by smile and not tears. Wishng u the best of this life...

HAPPY birthday DAD... i pray for more of his grace and strenght and blessings and favour and Wisdom on u in Jesus name amen! I LOVE u my role mod

Happy Birthday to one of the people whose birthday I can remember without any reminder. Happy birthday to someone who is smart, gorgeous, funny and reminds me alot of myself and our memories TOGETHER. It's another time to celebrate u again. Clown around and have some fun to make this birthday ur best one. A friend like you is rare to find. I remembered vividly how all this started like a joke and now here we're celebrating ur BIRTHDAY TOGETHER. You're priceless, you are not only strong and wise but kind, loving, caring and thoughtful.
Count ur age by friends and not tears, count ur years by smiles and not tears. Wishing you the best of this life, more grace and strength and Wisdom and favour and blessings I pray for u. Happy birthday dear omalicham, I love u!!

#DayOfChimbuchi #19thApril

I remembered this day vividly last two year the moment you came Into the world, I realised how happy I was to be an uncle and how You're almost like another sister to me and more like my own daughter.

When your mum placed you in my arms after your birth little did I know she was placing you directly to my heart. Its another day to celebrate with Joy... These how time flies, you are already two years old and you have grown more precious and beautiful.

One of the most beautiful thing on earth is making you fall asleep on my laps then, seriously it gives rest of mind and soothes all pains and worries away for the moment. How are you even doing it?

Your smile alone awakens the soul and how beautiful you look on it with your small dimples get me blushing. How cute are u?? Your mum told me You're already the smartest in ur class, I saw it coming. Remember, uncle Jatt got u covered. I'll always remind ur parents when they want to punish u that u made me uncle and they will surely spare u.

I wish you the very best heaven has for you, you're the daughter of someone so dear to me. Grow in wisdom, understanding and knowledge with Man and with God.

Happy birthday Mummy NNE!!!!

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IntrovertedK:
you wanna be a man? Resign from the job her step Dad got you and walk away into a new life of your very own where you make your own decisions for your very own self. Chikena

not just only resigning... U get to pay back whatever salary dey have paid u too

raphretle:

I loved her..so starting the relationship ain't a problem..

so u don't love her again why?? Coz u have seen another whorw out there who wanna destroy all that she did for you... beware of karma bro

finally u have gotten a new phone...

finally u have gotten a new phone...

farano:
Lmao..my dear I don't look my age.

then act mature as u claim... 1week... 15k.
God forbid

SyberKate:
Hi

So I decided to go into a long distance relationship with this guy I have not met yet. We just met online and have exchanged pictures.

So far the relationship is just one week old and I was in a bit of a situation where I needed some money. Nothing much just about 15,000 to solve an issue.

So I asked my BF if he could assist me with the money, only for him to start saying things like the relationship is still young for me to be making demands, that what if he starts demanding for s3xx this early in the relationship.

I said I wish I could have solved my problem myself but I really need all the help I can get. He still insisted that he hasn't even met me physically and I could be trying to swindle him for all he knows.

Then I said if he feels that way then no need to continue with the relationship and it was over, just like that within one week.

So do you think I was being unreasonable to make demands this early in the relationship.

one week =15k
therefore a year later = x
find x

farano:
Smh..Everybody shouting it's too early for her to ask for money.. There's no right time to ask for money or sex in a relationship. I once dated a guy, I started dating him in the afternoon and that same evening, I asked for some money and he gave me. He was even happy I asked him for something..

madam... Ur case is different... Na online dating she is talking about ohhh