Ijeoma Afam a young gal in her late teens, medium height but fair in complexion, her spherical faces was squeezed with frowns as she lie on her bed full of thoughts, she needed help and its gat to be urgent, she needed to write JAMB, she is to brilliant not to see the four walls of high institution but who is to help her, her uncles were cruising in good life and wouldn't want to let anyone get to their level, maybe the worship they get will cease. This is just an ideal of an average African rich man mentality.
"Ije," her mother called as she walked into the room and noticed her face as tears roll from her Ari's down to her cheek, she moved closer, then let the accumulated air in her lungs off her nostrils, the rush could power a wind energy. She consoled her but non of them made sense to Ijeoma, she had heard them many times yet nothing changed, she will be 20 next month yet haven't yet attained her dreams but this time, Nneka, Ijeoma's mom could go any length to makeup it up to her daughter, she bolted off and walked miles to the church, and the pastor who she was to meet just left, she wouldn't want to go home without good news she had to wait.
The pastor was finally here after several hours, she was glad. She was ushered into the house and she asked the pastor for a favour of some money so that she could help the daughter out. The pastor was way too kind and not just promised to help but promised to shelter her and keep her away from the wilds of young boys looking for hearts to devoured. She blamed the woman for not coming this long. She was happy and the next day Ijeoma appeared in the pastors place but this time, the pastors wife had returned from the long vacation she went with her kids.
The pastor was nice and his three kids was awesome and he had the best wife ever who was hardworking, Ijeoma craved for a marriage like this. She was bent studying and the encouragements she received from pastor was needful and the advice to flee from bad relationships and crave for boys was mindblowing, according to him, focus is the law of success but one day Ije was dressing the church with a young teacher of the church, he called her to help him carry the table on the altar so he could sweep beneath it and as she walk up the altar only for the teacher to grab her wanting to defile her on the altar, she was shocked and never expected such from a teacher of God's word. It was a struggle and a fight just to free herself only to return home that night with thoughts of what's going wrong with the church lying on her bed, she slept off, Angela the pastors wife didn't border to wake her to help her in the kitchen as She knew she would have been exhausted.
Ije was fast asleep and she was noticing her skirt being dragged low, a sort of hand caressing her breast, she thought it was a dream until she woke up and noticed the person just sneaked away, she followed the step and saw no one. She didn't sleep again that night. The following die when the Angela has gone to the market, the pastor sent for her by her 6 year old daughter and she showed up for the pastor to tell her to sit on his laps. Ije began to cry and was really worried what on earth would make the pastor ask her to sit on his lap, she was sobbing seriously, as she resist, she persuaded with words but Ijeoma's conscience was judging her seriously. Out of respect she sat on his laps but now crying like seriously. The pastor who wanted to sleep with her had a rethink and let the innocent gal go.
* It is awful for the grace that wanted to safe us became the beast that wants to hurt us
* Many of them are on Facebook, dishing out biblical verses whereas there inbox is full of cyber sex vases.
* They come with very good and credible advises, but the helm of their sleeves is covered with axes unseen with a naked eye.
* They come as Shepherd but they are slaughterers, hiding under the guise of a cloak but they are revering wolves.
* They drag God's name to the mud, as they blind the conscience of every lady in the congregation, each not telling anyone.
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