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Chapter 1 cont'd

... ...I got home with hundreds of my songs gone; all of my favourite jazz songs, Rhythm and blues and rock songs were gone. Well, not all. I couldn’t bring myself to delete tracks of Backstreet boys and a few others. I hid under the guise that songs of Solomon had quite the romantic themes and a decent love-struck poet could write quite the number of poems from the book. But I knew better, I just didn’t want to do the right thing.

...... I opened the envelope given to me after my rededication and found a letter from the senior pastor to new converts and a file containing the meeting centres for midweek services and bus points for movement to church on Sundays; my location was included too. I was beyond impressed at this point; the sheer organization and attention to details was top notch. It completely won me over and I decided right there that I must hear the man of God preach again. I prayed and then fell on my bed as I was really tired. Going to that church was right the trip to and fro.

..... I needed calm but I was in the wrong place for that. Staying in a single room apartment in the outskirts of a part of the state I was and asking for quiet was simply idiocy. I pulled out my phone and checked through my gallery and I had to turn my face away. My gallery was filled with all kind of nonsense in form of pictures. I quickly got rid of them without caring in the least if it was Nico or Nyomi. I asked for forgiveness after what I had just seen but I still refused to get rid of the videos. I picked Heaven on Earth by Frank Edwards and immediately I fell in love with the song. Waoh! This was my kind of song abeg.

..... I was hungry but there was so much available. I decided to weigh my options on what was next on my agenda as regards a job. I had been out of one for a few months, and surviving on the little I had saved. Nothing was feasible except returning to a school close to my apartment where I had happily resigned. I hated teaching but it could bring in a few thousands particularly if I had few private students. I thought hard and then finally resigned to swallow my pride and hoped that the director would even give me a listening ear. I was in the middle of imagining the possible scenarios of my welcome back to the school before I slept off.

..... I woke up in the evening and visited Iya Abbey’s restaurant and ordered for one solid Agege bread and *100 dried beans. Watery beans was a big no for me. I returned home after the heavy meal and set out to press one of my few trousers and my favorite shirt. I got everything ready because I assumed that I would be resuming work the next day. I prayed and slept off and it wasn’t until the next morning I realized that it was the first time in quite sometime I didn’t self-service off or even entertain the thought. Waoh! This thing really works!

..... That energized me and after a battle to have my bath as the usual complaints of who was supposed to be next to use the bathroom sprang up. The young ones refusing to allow the older and matured folks use the bathroom because according to them, they were there first on the long queue and age doesn’t count in who uses the bathroom was involved. Lots of curses and insults flew all over the place and at the end, the young ones won the fight but I knew the war wasn’t over. The old witches amongst the defeated will surely get their pound of flesh back. I got dressed and headed for the school and after the usual greetings with former collegues, I discovered that madam wasn’t in office.

..... I waited and waited but there was no sight of her and the annoying accountant couldn’t give me a reasonable answer whenever I asked for her whereabouts. I went home disappointed. The same scenario played out the next day and day after. I was fast losing hope because I was now on a single day meal programme. Time and cash was fast running out on me and bills were accumulating. My landlord was giving tough time and honestly, it was embarrassing owning house rent in such a dilapidated place and for a pastry *2500 per month. I still couldn’t pay that. I prayed the next morning and ignored my landlord’s mockery as I set out for the school, determined to see the director.

....This time I met her and her welcome was the usual familiar greeting. She then smiled and asked what she could do for me and I told her what I was there for with a smooth smile but I was greeted with a strong frown. That wasn’t good I thought but I kept my hopes up.

“A teacher? Here?” She surprisingly asked and I could do was nod as I was completely shocked at her reaction.

“No, Alex. I can’t employ you again. I don’t want trouble; I mean you are not a teacher. You are not a teacher, Alex.” She nearly spat at me and I would have gladly received it because my jaw was down as I couldn’t believe what I had just heard and to add salt to injury, we weren’t alone in her office. She said that without a care in the world concerning how I felt and returned to what she was doing. She was done with me.

.... I dusted myself and whispered a thank you and got myself out of there as fast as I could. I was filled with rage as I walked back home and thought of throwing my documents into the canal because they have barely been of any use to me. I steeled myself and instead walked home. Yeah, so much for being born again. Heaven on Earth indeed. I changed tune to lose my faith by …………

nastynic:
My favorite writer is back with another banger,
Clear road


I thought it was a sequel to the first "choices"

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..... thanks bro.

... I might still work on the sequel of that particular choices. I am sure you folks want to see what happened to Eve and Maddy .

... This is just another Solomon but let's see where his choices lead him to.

.... Oga Divepen1, abeg move this thread to Front page.

duruZed:
Fire on man, don't be mis-led by any side attraction, more power to avoid temptations.

... thanks.

izaray:
Keep on firing abeg

.... updated.

Ann2012:
Following

... Thanks. Updated.

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...... Chapter 1 cont'd

It had been quite sometime since someone had my attention like now. My pen was moving with grace as I wrote down aIl I could remember.
"It is foolishness to be shameful of what is gainful." Another bullet entered into me and I quickly put it down. I was indeed shameful of the gospel and could barely listen to anyone preach it to me. How I actually spared time to listen to the dude who handed the flier to me months still surprised me up till now. Truth was I had been diligent and zealous about the gospel before but I couldn't see the sumptuous rewards that were promised. Things only got worse despite my ferocious prayers at midnight. I unconsciously knew that I killed a lot of witches around my areas during that period but no rewards other than that but I know for certain now that they were currently playing ludo with my life; my financial life especially.

..... I stood up when the man of God called for rededication. I was certainly not a born again Christian anymore not with my porn slash on my phone. Well, as I could barely feed myself, getting a girlfriend was a tall wish. Getting even intimate with anyone was another wish but it was certainly one I couldn't even contemplate.

... The fear of STDs was the true beginning of wisdom for me because I was well aware that I could get laid with #500 - #1000 in one of the local brothels but the risks involved was too much for any gain in it. I mean why on earth would I put on two nylons just because I had to hit something and yet gain nothing in return? No sweet feeling as I have been told because honestly I was yet to do the do.

.... I was certainly not out of suitors but I just couldn't do it. I currently had neighbors who detested me because I refused to play into their schemes. I might not know about the do but I knew enough to know that I hit once and I would have a wife with or without my permission.

..... Those street girls no dey miss targets. I resorted to porn and it was one of the best and worst decisions I had ever made. It had honestly become a thorn in my flesh and an addiction I wanted to break at all costs.

..... I confessed as requested and I was given a form to fill as well as a booklet. I was once again born anew and part of the heavenly army. Powerful prayers were made after that and that particular service was declared close. The sheer rush after service ended made me panic and feared that I would be left behind. Honestly, I had never been in such a huge crowd before. I was awed once again as soon I came down the stairs and had to move with the people, trying really hard not to lost. I followed the path I did coming into the church and soon the bus park came into view. Phew! I was visibly relieved and crossed the road as soon as we were allowed to; Amazing organisation by the different units in the church.

..... I found the bus easily and went in. Turned out I was actually the first person to return and I wondered why but I later got to know we came a bit late and it was custom to stay for praise and worship in the next service before returning to the bus. It made sense but my main issue at that point was if I could lay down everything I was holding on to that added little value to my life and go with the words of the man of God. It was surprisingly hard to do that considering how much I had spent on getting those videos and comics, all in high definition. Paid porn were the best and mostly well acted but very fake but that wasn't my cup of tea because I wasn't actually paying for them because as soon as they were released, I could get them in full HD at some trusted sites for free. But it wasn't really free; data is expensive here and downloading a file between 30 - 60+ minutes in full HD demanded a lot of data but I was so addicted that I used my last kobo to get them.

.... I loved and enjoyed details, and pleasure should be detailed. But porn was adding nothing to my life other than some fake fantasy life because those videos were fake as I later got to know and all the fetishism carried out by the performers were all staged and not spontaneous as they would want us to believe.

.... Still, there were few performers who when paired together give off that spontaneous feeling; from Nicolette to Nyomi as I loved my women tall, curvy and stacked, in fact as intimidating as it can get and the men; a little rough and domineering when handling the Amazonian women.

...Yeah, I know. I am messed up. I deleted the rest with pain but I struggled to delete that of those women and in the end I locked and switched off my phone. I was going to keep one fantasy alive until I find a tall, stacked woman in real life. I was ready to toy with the devil for a bit longer and how that will come to bite me in the end remains to be seen.

..... Nightcrawler123.

...... Chapter 1 cont'd

.... I turned my mind away from the squabble in the bus as people wanted to get the black currant drink otherwise known as the communion or blood of Jesus from hawkers close to the church gate. It didn't help that the driver wasn't bothered about helping them by slowing down to aid the transaction. He just kept moving, causing the noise level to increase. I couldn't understand why they were adamant on getting the same thing that would be administered in church. It didn't make sense to me. All that died down the moment we turned to get into the church. The clear fields, shopping malls and eateries with the organization of cars and bikes alike took my mind off the squabble.

..... There were car parks for cars, for buses as well as bikes. They were even special car parks for BRT buses. The organization really impressed me and that settled my mind before even stepping into the church. If the place was this organized, then the man helming the affairs here must know what he is doing. I got a nice view of the amazing auditorium that has been much talked about everywhere; the entrances were simply gorgeous and the flowers and trees were well spaced out. It was perfect for photoshoots.

...I couldn't wait to get in but the fearful thing was that nearly all the entrances looked the same, it was going to be difficult to find my way back if not this people notice my absence if I go missing. I did the smart thing by waiting for the bus to park rather than following the crowd to drop off and run into the church as service had already started, apparently we were late. I got down and marked where the bus parked before memeorzing the plate number and then I jogged to the auditorium. I wanted to stay upstairs but I didn't know how especially after I walked through the big doors in one of the entrances and couldn't see the stairs I was looking for.

.... I was awed by the sheer number of number I was seeing and was glued to my feet until someone pushed into me. I came back to my senses, apologized and move on to one of the people wearing suits. I asked how to move up; he frowned at my question, perhaps surprised at it but he pointed to a building attached to the main auditorium outside and right there I saw the stairs. I was embarrassed but thanked him all the same. I walked around and found the stairs and started the climb. I got in and found a seat where I could see the man preaching clearly but rather than Listen, I was distracted by how awesome the view was from here. The auditorium was indeed huge and magnificent and indeed without pillars. It was simply mesmerizing.

... But I saw beyond that; I saw people with fine attires and clothes and some with ridiculous wears. Clothes I wondered how they could even get into or even breathe in them. I saw a particular woman with a ridiculous behind; so soft and bouncy on a tight pencil skirt. Oh boy! I positioned myself on the soft red chair I was on and had a good view of her as she stopped a few times instructing and directing others in black suits just like hers. I had a good view and I wouldn't lie, imaginations of what I would do to do that derriere bombarded my head.

...."It is unwise to be angry with the only certain person that is an assured solution to your problems." Those words cut through my dirty, unholy imaginations like a hot knife through butter. I didn't know when I repositioned myself and turned back my full attention on the man in white suit. My story at that point was actually and completely around those words. The Man couldn't have been more accurate. I was like Baba, you have my full attention. To hell with that booty no matter how amazing it looked. My pen was out and I was ready to fire away.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
Bro, welcome.

..... Thanks bro.

oluwadabira111:
Bro come and continue abeg,read the first series like twice.

.... I don continue. New updates

duruZed:
As you no call me i no go comment kpakam for your story. But more greese sha.

... Lol no vex, I can't mention everybody.