“My first major job was at Multinational company that sold alcohol. I
made my first million when I was 25. I used to be the kind of person to take my
needs before God, but now I could get whatever I wanted because I could afford
it. Life seemed cool. I was excelling at work. I was in sales, so lying seemed
to be the order of the day. There came a time that I struggled really hard to
keep my sanity. I was doing things I would not naturally do. There was this
girl who had liked me ever since the mandatory Nigerian national youth service.
I told her nothing could happen between us. But all of a sudden things began to
change and we started getting close. We started talking dirty and would send
nude pictures. After a while, things that I used to consider wrong no longer
seemed so bad. Going to church became just a Sunday outing. To make things
worse, this particular lady was also a member of my church. When things got bad
was when she told me she was pregnant. In that moment, my life flashed before
my eyes. I am the only child, a product outside wedlock and my mum had huge
expectations. I knew this was going to be a mess. Things got really bad. I lost
my peace. I was not paying attention at work. I was freaking out. She said she
wanted to abort, requested for 10,000 Naira, which I gave to her. After
everything was done, for a long time I was in guilt. I had done the most
unthinkable. I had murdered. I really identified with King David in the Bible.
I entered into a state of depression. After a while, I confided in a friend
(who would later become my wife). I told her all that had happened and she did
not judge me. I later realised that what I had with the girl was not
penetrative sex but a term called ‘grinding’. (She lied about the baby because
I was naïve.) God was telling me that all those things that happened were so he
could teach me a lesson. I was going at such a fast track without Him, that if
I had gotten into real trouble, I would still not have learned. I learned the
truth the hard way.
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