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My heart was as hard as a stone!

There was this thing about me since I was young that had kept me going since I was young- Great self-esteem.

I was proud of myself and never could I cry because someone ridiculed or insulted me. throughout my university days when the whites in Germany and all over the European countries I had visited ridiculed my skin tone and called me a ‘Badass’, I would only smile and not put it to heart because that was not the real definition of me!

Even when I met Edward in Germany, I still held myself up high though I was madly in love with him.

I was to go for a New World Medicine Convention in Berlin with some other medical personnel and Edward was the pilot of the private jet we boarded.

When I saw him and he flashed his white set of teeth at me, butterflies started swarming in my tummy because he looked angelic in his white uniform. He was quite muscular and he was well haired with nicely trimmed moustache and small bush of ‘goatie’. His dimples could house a ball of cheese- very deep. He was also gap-toothed. I started daydreaming but never did i reveal my emotions to him. I was as cold as ice!

When it was time to disembark from the plane, I was the last person to alight and by the time I was, he was already outside with his hand outstretched to help me down. My heart couldn’t contain it. Could this be God’s will for me?

As I gave him my hand and I came down the steps, he smiled still, giving me a sudden constipation.

Could he just stop flashing those teeth?

There was this thing I had with teeth

I loved well-arranged, white set of teeth.

‘God bless you’ he said as I finally alighted.

Wow! He is a God person also!

I was as happy as anything and though the whole part of me was laughing its ass out, my face was as stern as anything.

This my overly confident self-esteem though!

‘I saw you yesterday at the Faith Based Assembly. Right?’ he asked and I looked up at him with my eyebrows arched shooting him a ‘like I care’ look but’ the inside of me was screaming ‘wow! He attends my church. He even noticed me. Wow! Wow! Wow!’

‘Really. Good. That’s my church. Thanks. I gat to go’ I said in a cold, unyielding manner and he smiled

‘Could I have your contact please?’ he asked and I looked into his eyeballs

‘I don’t give that to strangers. I barely know you’ I said and he smiled again.

To cut the long story short, we eventually exchanged our contacts and became friends. Our love or let me say my love for him burnt like wild fire. If I didn’t see him in a day, I would not be able to eat.

Now, my egoistic balloon had been burst by the first person I would ever open my heart to.

Oh not by him but by a ruthless, uncontrollable brute that would have to receive his judgement sooner or later.

I examined the knife in my hand again and clutched it in my hands firmly.

The door of the pen was locked with a huge padlock but I knew where to find the key. I bent down and under the shrubs sat the key. I picked it up and proceeded to open the door.

The pen was soundproof because of the incessant noise of the dog so I could not even hear a sound from inside.

What sight would greet me when I enter?

Broken bones, a helpless wounded man lying on the floor crying for help or Briton lying on the floor dead because of the fierce battle between them both? Exactly what sight?

My cold heart resumed its intense pumping business and I sighed before eventually opening the door, slowly, quietly and gently.

The knife fell from my hand at what I saw!

The guy, clad in a singlet and knickers was seated on a plank on the floor, his hands held together with handcuffs and his head bowed. Briton was sitting beside him, scratching its paws with his teeth.

It stood up when it saw me and wagged its tail for a number of time before going back to the guy and recoiling beside him.

I was shocked because it was strange.

Even the first day my mother came to visit me, Briton pursued her out of the compound fiercely despite the fact that I was with her family and the day some armed robbers came to the house, Briton gave three of the four of them dislocations in different joints.

But this guy here looked unharmed.

‘What jazz did you use on my dog?’

Then he looked up at me, his eyes red as the furnace. He stood up and looked at me from head to toe. I was not scared of anything. I ran to the door and locked it.

‘I didn’t touch it’ he replied calmly

I didn’t give a damn if I was in a battle with a chronic drug addict because even I was drunk to the brim in anger. So, if it was going to be a fight, let us fight to the last.

As I turned back from locking the door, he was already behind me and my heart jumped into my mouth. He fell on his knees and looked into my face.

‘I have never killed anybody in my life until today. I killed your joy, your hope, your future and everything about you in general. Please, the Bible says he that kills with the sword, the same shall be killed with the sword. Please, have your way’ he said and bent his neck, pointing at left side.

‘This is where the jugular is. Just thrust the knife and cut it. I would be forever gone’ he said and I looked on in amazement.

He knew the Bible.
He knew the jugular
He had never killed before
He was remorseful
Who is this guy?

‘Sir, the reverse is the case o. I brought this knife here so you could finish what you started.’ I said and knelt down before him too.

‘What?’ he asked me, so surprised that he shifted backwards.

‘This is my neck and thank God you know the jugular. Aren’t you a hired assassin? Please finish your job. Kill me! You did an incomplete job the other time. Now, please kill me’ I cried out with a serious voice.

I really wanted to die!

But I could not kill myself. I was a coward!

The guy fell to the ground, his hands still in bounds and cried so hard that I had to really think over and over again to be sure that he was the one that reeked of alcohol and raped me few hours ago.

‘Forgive me please. I have ruined everything…please forgi…’ he kept on saying when I got mad!

‘Forgive you for what? Are you mad? Forgive you for raping me or forgive you for climbing me with your filthy dirty body? or forgive you for taking my so much kept and treasured virginity? or forgive you for making my husband to walk out on me? or forgive you for making my wedding to be cancelled? Forgive you for what?’ I screamed so loudly that Briton had to growl loudly and swirl around in a circle.

‘I don’t have any excuse madam. I will go to the jail if that is…’ he was saying when I banged the wall with the knife.

‘What is my business with this jail thing that you have been shouting about? If you wanted to go to jail, why couldn’t you go to jail on your own? Why? Why must you drag others into serious problems like this? Why?’ I cried out, throwing the knife away. I knelt beside the guy and started punching him as I cried ‘why?’ repeatedly. He continued wailing and shaking in his tears.

As I hit him on and he allowed me, I felt that there was something about the guy. Something that made the situation weird.

He coughed as he swallowed loudly. I tried pulling him up but he was too muscularly built for me. He sat up and covered his face with his neat and beautiful hands.

‘Isn’t this guy a gangster? What’s with the beautiful hands?’ I asked myself. Then I pulled at his singlet and forced him to look into my face

‘Who are you? Please who are you? Talk to me. you can’t just walk into my life from nowhere, leave me destroyed and say you want to go to jail’ I screamed on and slapped his laps repeatedly hard.

‘My name is Nathaniel but I am called Niel’ he said and I shook my head

‘So, you are even a Christian? Why would you do this to a fellow Christian?’ I asked in a shaky voice.

‘I was living in England before now’ he said and I watched on.

So what?

‘I asked my dad to find me a nice Nigerian lady that I can marry and he met with one of his friends to discuss the matter’ he explained on and I wondered how the long story was my business.

‘So what? What is my own business?’ I asked furiously and he gave me a calm look with his bloodshot eyes that made me to keep quiet.

‘My dad met with your dad and your dad promised to give you to me as wife’ He said and I blinked so hard to process the words I had just heard.

‘What!’ I exclaimed as I rest my back against the wall, panting with the intense headache in my head.

‘He asked me to pay 10000 pounds and get him a car before he would give you to me which I promptly did. I sent him 15000 pounds and a brand new range rover, not because I had the money but I had to do numerous overtimes before I could meet up’ he explained on and on and my heartbeat became a drum set giving different rhythmic sounds of anxiety

‘I went online to read stories about you and I was happy that I was getting married to a medical personnel like me. I am a medical doctor. I have a comfortable mortgage and all in preparation for our marriage until last week when I saw on the newspaper that you were getting married to somebody else’ he said, wiping the beads of sweat from off his forehead.

‘My saviour!’ I exclaimed loudly as I realised how terribly my father had dealt with me.

‘I called my father who confirmed it and he asked me to come home. I was very mad at your father until I met him at a beer parlour. I followed him there to monitor him. He didn’t recognise me though. At the beer parlour, he started discussing about you again saying you were chaste, untouched and all.’ He explained and broke down crying.

I was confused. Who was to blame here? My boastful irresponsible father with his scams or this Niel who allowed the devil to use him against me? What a mess!

‘My friends saw my pains and started urging me to drink to forget my sorrow. I drank to stupor and they led me in here, advising me to take what belonged to me. To tell the whole world that he was just making mouth and that no virgin existed. That was why…’ he was saying when he broke down into tears again.

Sharp pain ran through my head down my spine to my feet. It felt like I was running mad and that the whole world was crashing down.

‘Your dad was the one at fault not you. I should never have done that. Please forgive me’ he cried on and on, going back to his knees from his sitting position. He held my legs.

‘I heard you are a Christian. Now I know better. Now I know! Please, lead me to Jesus. I am ready to accept him as my Lord and Saviour. Please save me’ he cried on the more and I looked into his face with my mouth suspended and my eyes widened

Isn’t this craziness? Lead you to Christ? How is that possible? Nothing is working out right for me and you are asking me to preach to you.

Wedding cancelled!
Marriage ruined!
Love tainted!
Holy Spirit silent!

Preach to you?
Which kind thing be that?

I closed my eyes, tilted my chin, squeezed my face, stretched out my arms and let out a heart wrenching cry that made even me shiver with great intensity.

Where do I go from now?

Somebody should please talk to me since God is silent!

It continues…


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