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The Last Visit


The message came in at 11:47 p.m.

You dey awake?
— Emeka

Aisha stared at her phone, her heart beating faster than it should have. Emeka had been kind. Funny. Always checking on her.

They met online weeks ago, first in a group chat, then in private messages. He said he understood her. Said she was different.


She replied.
Yes.


That single word became the beginning of the last visit.


Aisha was sixteen. Bright. Creative. Quietly lonely. Her parents worked long hours. Church was something she attended occasionally now.


Prayer had become a habit she postponed.
Emeka wanted to meet.
Just small meet-up. Café. Public place, he said.


She remembered the warnings—school assemblies, church talks, radio programs.

Don’t meet strangers online. But Emeka didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt familiar.
That was the danger.



Across town in Ibadan, Sadiq lay on his bed scrolling through messages from Zainab. She laughed at his jokes, praised his looks, listened when he talked about pressure and expectations.


She also wanted to meet.

My auntie no dey house. Just come small, she typed.



Sadiq hesitated. He remembered his pastor once saying, “Not every open door is GOD’s door.” He brushed it off.


I’m grown, he thought.
That night, Aisha left home quietly.
That same night, Sadiq did too.


Neither prayed.
Neither told anyone.
Neither knew this would be the last visit that would ever feel harmless.


Aisha arrived first.
The café Emeka mentioned was locked and dark.
Plan change, he texted. My place dey close. Come, you safe.


Fear rose in her chest. Something felt wrong. But she didn’t want to look childish.

Didn’t want to lose him.
She knocked.
The door opened.
And the smile disappeared.


Sadiq stood in front of a quiet compound, phone buzzing.


Gate no dey locked.
He stepped inside.
The silence was heavy.
Then the gate slammed shut behind him.


Not all danger comes with shouting.
Some come with patience.
With sweet words.
With fake care.



That night, both Aisha and Sadiq learned the same truth in different ways:


People you meet online can destroy more than your trust.


They can steal your safety, your dignity, your future—and sometimes your life.


Aisha escaped only because neighbors heard her cry for help.


Sadiq survived because he fought back and someone nearby intervened.


They lived.
But they were not the same.


Weeks later, they sat in the same church—different rows, same brokenness.


The preacher read:
“Flee youthful lusts… cleanse yourself, and you will be a vessel unto honor.”
— 2 Timothy 2:21–22



Aisha wept openly.
Sadiq bowed his head.
For the first time in a long while, they listened.



They learned that CHRIST JESUS does not lure people into darkness.
That HE does not demand secrecy or compromise.



That HIS love protects, corrects, and preserves.
They learned that knowing CHRIST is not just about going to church—it is about wisdom, identity, and life.



Aisha deleted the chats.
Sadiq changed his ways.


They chose again.


They learned to pray before replying.
To ask questions before trusting.
To seek counsel before visiting.
Most of all, they learned this:


You are not empty.
You are not desperate.
You are not meant to risk your life to feel loved.


You are called to be a VESSEL OF HONOR—
set apart, guarded, useful to GOD.


So the warning stands, written in experience and grace:
Not every invitation is from GOD.
Not every friendly voice is safe.
And not every visit should be accepted.


Let that visit be your last.
Choose CHRIST JESUS.
Love HIM.
Serve HIM.
And live.

Alright
Welcome
Let Christ be ours foundation

muyico:
Alright
Welcome
Let Christ be ours foundation

The LOVE of CHRIST is unmatched, unwavering, and eternal. It reaches beyond our failures, our doubts, and our deepest brokenness. HE sees us fully—every flaw, every fear, every hidden wound—and still chooses us. Not because we are worthy, but because of GRACE. HIS LOVE meets us exactly where we are, not where we think we should be, and gently calls us forward with MERCY instead of condemnation, and COMPASSION instead of judgment.