My God When

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My mum told me she had a nightmare.

She said she saw a beautiful mansion.The mansion had everything I would ever need in life, to make it. She told me that mansion represented my bright future.

She said I was joyfully walking towards that mansion through thick and thin until I suddenly became distracted and looked backed, and started moving away from the mansion.

When she noticed I wasn’t getting closer to the mansion but getting farther from the mansion, she called my attention to it. She encouraged me not to leave the beautiful path I was tredding

She said all her pleas fell on deaf ears. She said my heart was fixed. I kept on walking away from the mansion. Till I finally lost it.

She said as I was walking away, many were nodding their heads. She said some people were crying because they knew I was about to tred the path that leadeth to destruction.

All efforts to bring me back to the right path proved abortive.

She said all of a sudden, as I was still walking, she said many people started jubilating.

By the time I looked back, I saw someone. The person took over the mansion.

She said by the time I fully came back to my senses, it was too late for me to claim the mansion because I had been replaced with another person.

Immediately I got to know that the beautiful mansion wasn’t mine, I took rope, ready to commit suicide. Until she screamed out my name. Then she woke up.

My mum asked me to pray about it.

Deep inside of me, I took her dream as a myth. I didn’t see it as something I needed to critically look into.

My mum kept on praying for me.

She asked if I was still on fire for God.

I even made her to understand that I was a speaking in tongue machine.

Immediately she heard I could speak in tongue, her joy knew no bound.

“Hmmm!” She thought I was still on fire for God. To be sincere with you, I told her a big lie. I was far from speaking in tongue. My fire was quenched.

I narrated my mum’s nightmare to Daniel.

Daniel just hissed. He said it cannot come to pass.

My relationship with Daniel grew stronger. We were so much in love. We were swimming in the pool of love.

I foot bills while Daniel did some house chores. Daniel’s food back then was always sweet. I just loved him doing the kitchen stuffs.

He was okay with that. That guy (Daniel) can eat for Africa.

One day, he asked me to prepare lunch for the two of us. I shouted at him. I told him to do his job. He became angry. For the first time in his life, he laid his hands on me and gave me two dirty slaps.

I cried while holding my two cheeks.

It dawned on him that he had trespassed.

He knelt, begged me to forgive him. After some time, we hugged then he went straight to the kitchen.

The food was so delicious. Immediately we were done, we went to bed and…

Not to sleep but to have rounds of sex.

It continued like that. We weren’t quarreling. We were just the perfect match.

One day, mum called me to tell me she was very close to my school. She wanted to visit me so that we could pray together as regards the nightmares (not just one nightmare).

I entered one chance.

How did I manage to escape, knowing fully well that Daniel’s things were in my house?