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Chelsea is one wild chick, we are age mates but she seems to know so

much. She parties hard and all but she has a golden heart and she can go

through the fire for her friends. She opened my eyes to the world of.

"use what you have to get what you want"


I am no saint. I grew up with an aunty before her husband sent me out of

the house at 16, I moved in with a stranger that offered to accommodate

me. A good Christian woman, she had grown up children with the last child

being 21, that was where I was turned into a sex slave. Scared to tell my

benefactor for fear of being thrown out in the street, I endured. I was happy

when I gained admission into the university of Port Harcourt. My joy knew

no bounds but it was short lived as I was framed up by her sons and what I

feared came upon me. I was out on the street again but this time I was

already in school.


'Babe, that my guy friend say him like you o' Chelsea said while coming to

join me on our small mattrass.

'Hmmmm'

'Na only hmmmm you go talk?'

'See that guy hol money wella'

'Intact him say make I give you this small thing for airtime' she said handing

me some notes, curiosity and hungry took the best of me, I counted and it

was ten thousand naira.

'Wow, babe u dey pull my leg abi?' I asked surprised,

'How person go give person wey him never see this kind plenty money' I

continued.

' listen babe, the guy na one manager for oil company, him say make we

meet for ELTEES tomorrow.

'OK, but I no get wetin to wear.

' no worry, I go give you that my black gown, but no go there go fall my hand

o. Open your eye, no go dey shame o, you need the money for school fees,

handouts and house rent o. She coached.

And that was how I entered into the world of sex, money and alcohol.

About the argument earlier, I am designated to follow members up, send

them smses to remind them of service. Call first timers, direct the choir and

sometimes preach. I don't work but I work. A typical day for me starts with

a Short prayer, and thanks to my princess am always awake, say past five

a.m. getting up during winter is nof fun and coupled with the sleepless

nights of continuous nursing . I start by cleaning , mopping my four

bedroom home, doing the laundry, cook fresh meals and not forgetting the

baby.

Some days are good, and I get a little rest but other days I am exhausted.

Not complaining though.

**** Sis. Pretty, I remember the day she walked into the Church, and

immediately something in me just didn't accept her. 3 days later she

exposed a Married man in the Church for stalking her. That again

confirmed my suspicion. Being a Pastor's wife have taught me to watch

those set of ladies that say things to make you feel sorry for them and buy

your pity then without knowing you let your guards down and before you

know, you start over caring and voilà, temptation.


Sis. Pretty had been a member for 2 months but am yet to see that

commitment from her. I have called her severally but its one excuse or the

other.

***********Ten Years Ago. **************

"Babes make we dey go nau". I said to my friend And roommate Chelsea

She continued with her makeup, whether she heard me or not she didn't

show it.

"how do I look" she asked turning from the mirror to face me.

"You are fine" can we go now, I don't want to get there when they are

sharing the grace.

"Listen babe, you better remove that ugly scarf from your head o, see that

Church has one hot youth President and you need to meet him" Chelsea

was saying while admiring herself in the mirror for the millioneth time

[quote author=Flakkydagirl post=47273562]Wow........cool story.
But,if Amaka is 28 now and has known her hubby 10 yrs ago.It means she started dating at 18 which is quite early for a christian lady.Don't you think temptation will creep in,if they dated for a whooping five years?Its your story and alll but i just felt i should bring that to your notice.
Patiently waiting for more updates.Thanks. thanks mam. I have it in perspective.

safarigirl:
good beginning....I can't find your open-end quotes mostly.

Can't tell sentences from the narrative....don't forget those quotes

Thanks boss. Noted

24 Hours earlier.

Did you call sis pretty, I asked my husband Pastor Dan George, while preparing the baby for mid- week service.

Yes I did. Since you don't do your job. I bought you airtime yet you refused to call her. He replied.

But I told you I would handle her and you should leave her for me besides I forgot to make the call because I was busy with the baby , you should have reminded me. I said in my defense.

AMAKA

I am married to a man I love soo much. We met ten years ago and we have

been married for five years. We didn't have children for four years but this

year God blessed us with a baby girl. She is 3 months old and we named

her princess.

I am 28 years old vibrant and easy going until the devil crept into my home.


My husband Pst Dan as he is fondly called. Is a vibrant pastor, filled with

the Holy Ghost and power, blessed with the prophetic gifts and working of

miracles. When he is preaching you would hardly sit down. We run a

ministry Green Life Church. He is the best pastor I can think of, members

love him and I am happy for him. I am the envy of the women in our

community and the church. But only if they knew the silent wars I fight

within me everyday.

My husband is not only charismatic but very handsome too. He is even

more beautiful than I am. Six feet tall, well toned abs, four packs I think.,

spaced teeth, and really glowing dark chocolate skin. He is Tall, dark and

Handsome.

OK. So this is my first story. I am not good at writing so I would like the ogas of literature to help put me in order. Constructive criticisms are welcome. Salute to the literature gurus that inspire me. Repogirl, safarigirl, oyinprince, kayemjay, divepine, etc abeg if I no call your name no vex o.



****************10:40am Wednesday July 2012

You don't appreciate the little things I do, no matter how much I try you

never seem to see that I am trying. I said trying to be brave and hold back

my tears. He dropped the baby on the bed and barked at me, I could see the

anger in this eyes as he spoke splashing saliva on my face, his words doing

more damage it felt like salt been added to a fresh wound as he said ''you

know its in the bible right" yes I know its in the Bible and you are right to do

what you want, you are right to divorce me but don't keep me in your house

to kill me.

My name is Amaka George and I am a pastors wife. This is my story.


TRAPPED

Pls I want a copy. vivilarotary79@yahoo.com