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Stories That Ginger The Hearts by DivineDynamics: 3:14pm On Jan 05
Stories That Ginger the Hearts


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A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and he grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved me alongside many lives that day. He was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you and your love for the art."

The young man held out his package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'

The old man opened the package. It was a portrait of his son painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes swelled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.

"Oh, no, sir. I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Everytime visitors came to his house, he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence.

Then, a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

But the auctioneer insisted: 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100? $200?"


( the story continues)
Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by DivineDynamics: 12:52pm On Jan 06
Then, a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

But the auctioneer insisted: 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100? $200?"

Another voice angrily said: "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

Despite their persistence, the auctioneer continued: "The son! The son! Who'll take the artwork of the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid for $20?"

"Give him for $10," one of the men in the crowd said. "Let's see the masterpieces."

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going... going...gone. The artwork is sold for $10."

A man sitting on the second row shouted: "Now, let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down the gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

The crowd was appalled. "What about the painting?" one of them asked.

The auctioneer shook his head. "I'm sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not
allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit
the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the artwork of the son gets everything."



God gave His son over 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. It was much like the auctioner. His message today is: The Son, the Son, who will take
the Son?

The fact is whoever takes the Son gets everything!

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE (JOHN 3:16)



That's love.


(Culled from the Media)



MORE STORIES TO COME.

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Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by FairCritic(m): 7:49pm On Jan 07
Nice story.

Moral lesson: Do not despise little beginning.
Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by Janet96(f): 8:41pm On Jan 08
FairCritic:
Nice story.

Moral lesson: Do not despise little beginning.


Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by DivineDynamics: 6:49am On Jan 09
Twice a Victim


Maggie was at home, preparing dinner. It was already 9.30.pm and the food was almost ready. Chucks, her heartthrob, would soon come. She was sure he would enjoy what she was preparing.

She had made sure she prepared what he loved to eat. It was a local delicacy of fufu and egusi soup grilled with goat meat. Maggie did not really like goat meat but that was what the man wanted. Sometimes, he made it look like what he wanted superseded any other want. He was the one paying the piper, so must dictate the tune.

She had met Chucks about six months ago. He lived down the street and had accosted her one day as she was on her way to grind pepper in a shop close to the local market.

She had rebuffed his advances, but he had remained adamant. He had professed how madly in love he was with her. He further disclosed that he worked as a supervisor in a bottling company and would want to settle down with her.

"What do you want with a married woman that has two children?" Maggie had asked him.

"You're married?" Chucks had asked incredibly.

At thirty two, she still looked beautiful and attractive. At thirty two, nobody would know that Maggie had two children, aged sixteen and twelve. A school dropout who had become enamored to a city man, she still looked trim and beautiful. She could have had more children but providence had given her only two so far.

"Yes, I’m married and I have two children,' she had repeated. At that moment, if her husband Paul had witnessed the scene, he would have been very proud of her.

Chucks had recovered from the shock and had smiled. Something in him would simply not let him leave her.

"Well, even if you are married, I can also see that you not properly taken care of. That is what I will do. I am going to take care of you, I
promise. You are beautiful. You deserve more than this."

Truly, she was beautiful. She was a sweet sixteen, beautiful village girl when Paul, her husband, had come for her. Each time she remembered
when she first met Paul, she would smile at herself. It was sixteen years ago and she was only sixteen. How times moved so fast!

Paul too had promised to treat her like a queen for the rest of her life. He had told her he was a banker with one of the new generation banks,
and she had believed him. He had looked so smooth and attractive.

On getting to Lagos, she realized that indeed he worked in a bank, but was a dispatch rider. That was the first disappointment. Paul lied
about many things. He even lied that he was already taking a chartered banking course and was about to become a real chartered banker.

He had pretended that he was sorry about pretending to be who he was not. “Don’t worry; I’m already studying to become a chartered banker. I’m taking the professional courses and exams and I will soon become qualified,” he had enthused.

He never became one. To make matters worse, he had been laid off when the bank was downsizing. The downturn in the economy had forced the bank to take some drastic measures. After Paul lost the job, things became difficult. They had to rely mainly on the proceeds from the foodstuff that she sold in the local market.

Now, another man reminded her about proclaimed love. Chucks was one of about three men that were disturbing her, but he was obviously the most recalcitrant. The first man backed off after her bluff. The second man had persisted a bit but soon became wearied. For Chucks, he had pursued the matter as if a lot was at stake. Months after his persistence, she gave in. Weeks after she and Chucks became secret lovers, she decided to make the affair an open one. That evening, she scrawled a note to inform Paul that she had left him for good. Take care of Jane and
Mary, the children, she had added, almost as an afterthought.

(to be continued)

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Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by Janet96(f): 5:15pm On Jan 10
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Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by DivineDynamics: 8:21pm On Jan 11
He never became one. To make matters worse, he had been laid off when the bank was downsizing. The downturn in the economy had forced the bank to take some drastic measures. After Paul lost the job, things became difficult. They had to rely mainly on the proceeds from the foodstuff that she sold in the local market.

Now, another man reminded her about proclaimed love. Chucks was one of about three men that were disturbing her, but he was obviously the most recalcitrant. The first man backed off after her bluff. The second man had persisted a bit but soon became wearied. For Chucks, he had pursued the matter as if a lot was at stake. Months after his persistence, she gave in. Weeks after she and Chucks became secret lovers, she decided to make the affair an open one. That evening, she scrawled a note to inform Paul that she had left him for good. Take care of Jane and Mary, the children, she had added, almost as an afterthought.

That was four months ago. Since then, she had been living with Chucks who, so far, had been treating her like somebody special.

The opening of the door brought Maggie to the present.

'Hello, darling,' Chucks greeted with a slur, as soon as he stepped inside the sitting room. His steps were unsteady, his face flushed.

'Oh, darling, welcome,' she replied and hugged him.

The slight kiss was meant to be sweet, but it turned out to be sour. The puff of whiskey was so pungent that Maggie nearly recoiled. He made his unsteady way to the three-seater and flopped on it.

'My God, you are drunk, ' she muttered.

He did not answer her. Rather, he sighed and relaxed on the seat.

'What happened, dear. Why are you so, so drunk like this?'

'Look, I'm tired,' he muttered and closed his eyes.

Maggie was nonplussed. She had never seen him in this condition before. Occasionally, he would go out for drinks, but he always came home
sober. This night was totally different.

She was still looking at him intently. 'But… What happened? What...?'

She stopped and looked at him closely. He was already asleep! She shook him to arouse him, but he only mumbled incoherently. Soon, he was
snoring.


*

Maggie slept alone in the bedroom that night. Needless to say that she was disenchanted with him and his action. How could he do that? How could he be so drunk that he was barely coherent? He could not even eat the food she had prepared for him. After all the efforts!

At five o clock the following morning, she had to go and wake him. He was still sleeping off, still snoring and still dreaming of whatever.

"Chucks, Chucks, wake up. Today is Friday. Are you not going to work?'

He opened his eyes and looked at her dreamily.

'Are you not going to work? Is it not time you start preparing?'

He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He finally stood and made for the toilet. Maggie watched him as he had his bath and dressed up. She was
debating in her mind whether to ask him about the previous night or to wait till he returned from work. After a while, she decided to ask him.

'Chucks, why were you so drunk last night?' She finally blurted out.

He was rubbing his body with a body lotion and he pretended not to have heard her.

'Chucks, I'm talking to you. Why were so drunk last night?'

'I wasn't drunk,' he muttered, his face expressionless.

'Of course, you were. You slept off as soon as you came.'

'I was only tired,' he explained.

Maggie chuckled. She looked at him and she could read lie all over his face. She however decided not to probe further. Perhaps, this was not
the best time for that.

After he had gone to work and she was home alone, she could not help going over the events of the previous night. He had never behaved
like that before. That morning, he appeared to be so aloof. Even his answers to her questions were curt, besides the fact they were untruthful.
Well, maybe he was in a bad mood, she reasoned to herself. She prepared a light breakfast and set off to her stall where she sold foodstuffs.

That evening, there was another surprise for her. By fifteen minutes to ten o clock, he had not come home. Maggie realized that he had not
even called her since morning. This was unlike him. He always called to ask how things were, to ask if all was well with her and to intimate her of the time he would be coming back home. Sometimes, he would even ask her to prepare one thing or the other for him.

Impulsively, she picked up her phone and tried to call. It was a fanciful phone that cost some money. Chucks had bought it for her and she really appreciated that gesture, though she hardly used most of the features on it.

The number could not be reached. She made two more attempts before she dropped the phone. What could be wrong. Of course, he rarely
kept late nights. The fact was any time that he would be coming home late, he always told her in advance.

When it was ten, she ate her own part of the jellof rice she had prepared. She put his own in the warmer to keep it warm, believing that he
would come in any moment from now.

By quarter after ten, she was becoming agitated. She picked up the phone again and tried his number. It was the same response from the service provider. Then an idea occurred to her. Eddie was the closest friend Chucks had. They even worked in the same bottling company. Surely,
Eddie should know about the movement of his close friend.

Eddie picked his call after the second ringing. His friendly tone was pleasant to hear, as usual, but Maggie was not in a pleasant mood.

'I've not seen Chucks,' she went straight to the point. 'Is he there with you?'

'No o. We parted since we left office at four o clock.'

Maggie's heart sank. 'He has not come home. Where could he be?'

'I thought he would be coming home straight. He didn't tell me he would be going anywhere.'


( to be concluded)
Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by DivineDynamics: 6:54am On Jan 13
Eddie picked his call after the second ringing. His friendly tone was pleasant to hear, as usual, but Maggie was not in a pleasant mood.

'I've not seen Chucks,' she went straight to the point. 'Is he there with you?'

'No o. We parted since we left office at four o clock.'

Maggie's heart sank. 'He has not come home. Where could he be?'

'I thought he would be coming home straight. He didn't tell me he would be going anywhere.'



*

Eddie had tried his best to assure her that she should not worry. It might be due to the terrible, unpredictable Lagos traffic, he had argued. It might also be that Chucks had decided to have a couple of drink somewhere. It was no unusual of him in deciding to have drinks, Eddie had pointed out. Maggie had thanked him. In spite of trying to take things calmly, she could not help but wonder what could be amiss with Chucks.

She sat on one of the single seat in the sitting room and was wondering what should be her next line of action when he suddenly came in.

Maggie jumped to her feet.

'Chucks!' she exclaimed in anxiety.

He was full of smiles. Obviously, he had been having a good time, oblivious of anyone worrying about him. There was no evidence of any
mishap on him. On the contrary, he looked relaxed and contended. Perched to his left side was a pretty and petite lady.

'Where have you been?' Maggie asked, her concern evident..

'I've been having a swell time with my lover girl,' he answered coolly and tapped the shoulder of the lady by his side.

Maggie seemed to notice the other lady for the first time. She was quite younger and it appeared she had been a long-time lover of his. She
smiled and regarded Maggie the way you would regard a nauseating mouse.

'And... who is this?' Maggie asked, dazed and feeling that she must be having a nightmare.

'Is she the woman you talked about?' the petite one interjected, contempt in her voice.

'Yes, darling,' Chucks answered her.

The tears came to Maggie’s eyes involuntarily.

She was too shocked to say anything further. She watched as they played the perfect lovers, smooching, kissing and all that, to her chagrin
and consternation.. She could not believe her eyes. It was already late in the night. The following morning, she must park out. But where would she go? Go back to Paul? Would he even take her back? But where else would she go or what else would she do?

She was made to sleep in the sitting room. Where she was, she could hear their chatters, giggles. and laughter. It was a terrible moment for. She hardly slept till day break. By dawn, she had already packed her things. She would go and would never come back.

As she walked down the street, her mind was troubled. She still did not have a destination in mind. Two houses away from Chuck's was a
small church. They were having a special service that morning. She paused a bit. Then, without further prodding, she entered the sanctuary.


(Concluded)


Maggie did the right thing by going to the body of Christ for a solution. Are you at a crisis point in life? Human efforts always fail. Human promises cannot be relied upon. Take your challenge to God and He will unburden you.

Peace.

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Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by FairCritic(m): 5:43pm On Jan 14
Nice story
Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by Janet96(f): 9:19pm On Jan 16
Yes, Christ is the solution to the problems of life.
Re: Stories That Ginger The Hearts by ToyinOlorunsola(m): 12:02am On Jan 19
Interesting to read

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