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dankol:
[b]CHAPTER FIFTEEN
PART ONE CONTINUE
By the beginning of my third year, I had removed most of my inhibition from being curious. I channeled my time and resources to differentiating between Christ’s doctrine and the church dogma. I vehemently stood against dogmas of my church and frequently engage my music director then. My music director was interested in me since the first day I rehearsed with them. I had no issues with him but when I began to think about how to survive, I was less frequent in rehersals, he began to follow me up. And I told him the situation. I can’t be spending all my non-lecture hours in church and the church do not care what I pass through. I have to fend for myself. So he was very understanding that, he requested that, no matter how tight my schedule is, I should come around to church even if I have to come late for rehersals which I agreed to. Here was the beginning of issues for me at the church.

Now, the choir has a constitution binding on all, one of the rules was on late-coming which one is being punished for. But with my understanding with the director, I was exempted. Na so mouth start to wag oooo. “Why will the director exempt him? Is it because he can sing? Favoritism in church heh?”. I told the Music director, I will refer to him as MD, from henceforth, that, I would partake of the punishment, I don’t like what people are saying, it is the truth but they do not know what predicated upon that decision. So, I began to partake in the punishment whenever I go late.

Now, with all humility, I would like to make this observation, I realize that my intrusion into that choir sparked a lot of things among which was self-realization and a kind of competition. When, I came into the choir, I brought in some ideas-like change song patterns and re-mixing of songs etc. Also, I noticed that after I began to lead in praise/worship, about two other persons learnt how I do things and began to do all I do. It paid off because, in no distant time, they became good as I was but, unfortunately for them, my MD preffered me to all others. But I encouraged them to work on themselves better. Soon, pride set into one of them because he was getting famous than I am sef. Before you could say, jack, he was made choir master. That was because, I successfully dodged it anyway due to my inconsistency. I tutor many of them to become better and work on themselves. A few actually improved and it was a healthy competition but not devoid of rumors and gossips.[/b]

dankol:
[b]CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF RELIGION IN ME
PART ONE
Things were pretty rough for me at the start of being an undergraduate but I was as churchy as ever. Infact, the week I stepped into school, I joined a local branch of the church I attended and the following week, I joined the choir. As time went, my dad could not keep up with the monthly feeding allowance he ought to give. I survived based on goodwill from colleagues and friends. I recall, one of my very close female friend brought food for me one night, and my roommates were shouting that I should not eat the food that it contains “love portion”.

That statement made me more eager to eat the food sef. Many offers came my way to write exams for others, jamb, pume amongst others. I would vehemently refuse it. Though even now, I will still not accept such offer as a principle but not due to a religious belief anymore. I needed money to survive, I had this mentality that, since I was working for God, he would meet my needs. Yea, he ought to but he would not come down to give me money or food or clothing or whatever my need could be. He would use human like me to bless me. But then, with or without comfort or help from anyone, I continued steadfast in the faith. At the beginning of year 2, I could not pay fees, and it is expected that one ought to pay within two weeks or pay extra two thousand naira in another two weeks addition.

I went to do laundry with someone, where I got ¼ of my school fees. I ran to the church to LEND me some money and that I would repay back because that was the agreement, I had with my dad. But the pastor told me same old story “no money, blab bla bla”. I was broken inside of me. I felt used. I am not asking to be given, but to lend. I am not a new person in church, infact not only actively consistent but well known member of the choir. That Sunday morning, I spoke with the pastor and he answered negative. I could not stay in church, my heart was heavy. I went back to the hostel to cry my heart out in the toilet. I looked back and came to realize that, I am just a tool in the church and the day I become useless, I am disposed.

The church is not really after your service but your money. That is why they honour the rich more than anyone who is doing the so called 'working for God'. They will tell you, these fellas are serving God with their money. Fine, does that make them better than you, but i put it to you, your pastor spend seeral hours praying for them than you, that is if the pastor remember you. I recall, a vigil i was invited to minister with the choir back in the days, 90% of all the prayers made were for the FINANCIERS OF THE CHURCH. At a point i stopped praying and looked at people beside me, to my far left was a guy praying fervently, hitting the wall, behind me was another elderly woman, she so looks wealthy. thefunny thing is, she sat down and was just saying something in the form of prayer i guess. i just shook my head and said within myself, "See one of those we are praying for sit down and me dey here dey nak head for wall, sweating like christmas goat". I confirmed later , she infact is the one we were praying for. A very powerful woman working in the state government. Mind you, am not against one giving to God, if you so believe but like i would always aske tithers, 'WOULD GOD COME DOWN FROM HEAVEN WITH BULLION VAN TO CART AWAY YOUR GIFT, TITHE, OFFERING, SEED AND WHAT HAVE YOU?'

But my challenge was, if I decide to pick a job, I would not have time to serve God as much as I ought to but in the light of recent event. I told myself, “I do not care anymore, I have to survive and to do that, I need something to bring me income whether it clashes with church activities or not. God should understand my situation”.[/b]

dankol:
[b]CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LOVE IN TOKYO
I printed the admission list took it to church to show people what God has done for me. I can’t agree less that they were happy for me. I told my Proprietress boss about it, she was happy for me. I continued with them till I left for School but the Steel company, after that encounter with the supervisor, he was not letting me work as often as before because he was angry I left work for so many days. So I had been replaced. I tried getting in through another means but it was not for long. After some time, I quit trying. Moreover, as soon as my dad learnt of the work. He put me under pressure to quit. Though, I did not listen but the way it was, gave me reason to quit completely and so my sojourn with that place was over but it was quite an experience. Many lives were wasted there but I escaped (normally I would have added, it was by God’s grace). My dear reader, Why would God spare me and let some others die? Are they not his creations too? Young men who were just seeking for what to eat. Every week, there is always a casualty. Let me tell this one that made me lost appetite for two days when it occurred.

This guy was one of the persons driving crane that magnetize metal objects from Scrap section (yea- that was the other section I forgot) to the Furnace. The crane’s function was to magnetize scraps/metals and lower it into the furnace to melt. When the furnace pot is full, it is taken by another crane/machine to the cast section. Now, there is thing we call ‘bomb’, I do not know what is made up but I know then, if this stuff is lowered into the furnace, it sounds like an explosive and sends jets streams of liquid metal in all directions away from the pot. Just like hitting a pot of hot soup with a big stone. The soup will fly in all directions you agree. That’s how it usually occur. So for those of us unlucky to work there by our shift, we are usually alert for any sound from the furnace. As soon as you hear “Gbooom”.. Run for your miserable life! Else, you could be the next person lying down at the clinic with one part of your body eaten away by liquid metal or even dead.

So this guy lowered the scrap which contain this explosive metal. The unfortunate thing is that, the pot was almost full. So as the thing enter the pot, it produced a lot of streams of metal. He was in the crane controlling the stuff but the stream came towards him and he tried to escape from being hurt. Well, guess where he flew into. He flew into the pot. “tolum”. While every other person ran for safety. Let me stop it there. But you know he is unredeemable right? Why would God allow such? Mind you, I know the guy, we were co-hustlers. Seeking to get enough money to go to school. His pay was far higher than mine.

Now, I think my challenges were too real for me to notice any lady back then but chief of the burden I carry, Admission matters have been taken away. So I guess, my eyes were now touchlighting and clear enough to appreciate a lady. Now, not that, I don’t have interest, but it is my hobby to kill the interest. Well, since, am a would-be-undergraduate, I began to think of the future. I know am a great person, it would be a disaster to be hooked forever with the wrong woman. So I thought, let me groom a bride now or it may be too late. I began to watch this lady, I spoke with her, I got to know her flaws not her strength cos it’s the strengths that attracted me in the first place- you know what I mean, dear reader. I saw she was teachable and she changed a few things I told her I don’t like about her. And just like it happens.

I proposed to her. It was a powerful and Christianly proposal. I can still remember the lyrics, even the most stubborn Christian sister would have considered my proposal. I would have written it here for you to see how mind blowing it is but I don’t want to give bad boys tool to deceive good church girls. So, I’ll keep that to myself. I told her to take her time and give me feedback when she wants to. On the third day- Jesus rose abi. But for me- Love budded. So we started discretely. Mind you, we were determined to make it Christianly and pure as ever, and it was until, we, were no more. So, I left home for school with someone to remind me of home and give me a reason to come home.[/b]

englishmart:
make una use go collect money from UBA na

JIGHU:
ESAN LAND IS VOTING PASTOR IZE IYAMU 100 PERCENT.....TOO LATE APC YOUR HEAD IS OFF

hagmond1:
This Is How some Dad Choose To Spend My Father's Day

Family was dysfunctional.

Mother, jealous of me and often did not want my progress. I caught my father looking at my bum a few times. I had a mental breakdown because of stresses in my life. Genral family problems e.g domestic violence. Family relationships deterioration to the point serious fights e.e.g. dad strangle me, police come etc.

They burnt all of my childhood photographs and I burnt most of their wedding pics only three remains. They threw me out but now my mum who has been battling with cancer is still unwell and misses me and wants me to come back and dad is 64 and I don't want him to bear the caring alone he also has arthritis and I have an autistic brother. I want to put the past behind and start a new life I am moving back home to take care of . my mother and be with my family I don't want Satan to break this family apart whether we like it or not we are family and it could be worse.
But I'm scared neighbours will judge me and I'm scared I'm making the wrong choice. I'm happy in my new rented room but II feel like I'm abandoning my mother. I'm her time of need. She originally told me to go but now wants me back I'm her only daughter and my brothers are not helpful.

praxs:
How safe is it to lick a girls vagina?
my ficiance whom i want to marry wants me to, just wondering how safe is it, what are the chances, like 1% for contracting something or what. does anyone have a rough idea? Please help a broda
cheers.

psychologist:
God please in serving you, give me the legs of Jéhovahs witness but take their message far away from me




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