FIRST EVENT

My name is Sarah, not the mother of Isaac or the wife of Abraham, but the mother of an abomination and the wife to fornication. It wasn't as though I derived pleasure in it, because just like some of you, I was bathed in religion and engraved with the teachings of truth or rather doctrines. I knew the ten commandments like the back of my palms, and I could quote the scriptures like the alphabet. I was taught to Fear God and to avoid the Do Not, so far I was the child they wanted.

I stayed true to teachings and rebuked the devil, because as far as I knew, my family had an issue with him. He was the one who held their finance, broke their health and spoilt their plans, so there was an ever raging war for us and the devil.

When I moved to progress in the field of knowledge, I got stucked with limitations, so I called God, but it seemed he had other things to attend to, probably He had Pst Sam's call to take or Pst. Jake's plea to listen to, so my call was always waiting and then it moved to diverted and then switched off. I said not to worry, He will call me back, but He never did. He didn't return my messages as every word written in his book became blurry and began to make no sense. There was no sweetness in his love songs but I had to maintain the relationship, You know I looked like a Love lorn.

So when Mr James came to the scene, he splashed my want with love and gave me all the attention I wanted. I saw the ring in his hand and I knew he belonged to another. I struggled to refrain from him but my problems pushed me towards him. I tried to remember the Do Not but all I heard was Why Not. So I was forced to do it, just once I said but I sank deep. I took his love from his woman and caused her pains at night. My mind wanted to say FORNICATION but all I could hear was have FUN NO SHAME.

Thus I became the other woman, I took him from the rightful one. She came to fight, but not with her God but with her strength, and each time she failed, I took him in closer until she lost him.

James finally became my toy, he became too available, my eyes got irritated. I was done with him but not done with this new game. I dusted him off my path, I needed a new catch. I moved on with a sack load of Curses and pain handed easily to me by his wife, but I was too engrossed to realize the weight of what I was carrying.

I needed a real man, but all that came forward were boys without experience, clothed with immaturity. I needed a man, strong enough to take a risk and he would be of no fun if he didn't belong to another woman. So i began my quest for men in Union. I became a heart ache to many woman, the name laid on so many altar, I sure had my sack full.

I did get a call back from God you know, at first I couldn't recognize his number because I had already deleted his number from my phone, so when I took the call, He said longest time. That familiar voice, my heart raced, (why the f**k was He calling me now). I struggled to fight of the guilt I was feeling. Wrong number I said, and I quickly dropped the call, I knew he would call back, so I wasn't surprised when my phone had 24 missed calls. He doesn't love you, I screamed to my heart, as I blacklisted His number. I was breaking through hot tears, why was He calling now, after years of Isolation He finally has my time.

I quickly erased this moment as quickly as it came, a strong drink will heal the pain I said, so I took drinks after drinks, lost my balance and awoke the next morning in the bed of another man. With smiles on my face, I knew I belonged here, wrapped in the arms of another fool, whose matrimonial bed has gone cold. This journey gets easier by the day I said to myself, as I displayed styles his boring wife couldn't even imagine..

After that what next?? My life became a circle, get a home, destroy the home, find another destroy and so it goes, without a meaning. But I was still unwilling to forgive God, to me He was the last name I wanted to hear, not until I met Martha..

The game was becoming really interesting and I had become a pro, I tutored young girls on how to catch a man, and how to capture his heart through the secrets of the inner room. I knew when a man was a keeper and when he was just an idiot. Mind you I never had anything to do with young boys, they weren't my type.

I had calculated Williams, Successful, good looking and definitely looking starved. I concluded he would be an easy prey, so I choose to play this one. After carefully making sexy trips around him, I saw him take off the ring, never mind I said to myself, I love you with the ring. It didn't take the whole day, and I had him on a king sized bed showing him things he could only imagine. He was blown, not that I was surprised, but he said something different, I want to marry you, I need you in my life he said... What??

Honestly i had been too engrossed with fun that I never realized that there would be a point that calls for marriage. I just wanted to enjoy life and here was this man talking about marriage. I knew I wasn't interested but if I was going to be a master of this game I had to keep appearance.

So I smiled and allowed him to go fight his battle at home, another broken home I said. I waited for the wife's call but I got none. Whats wrong, did he develop a cold feet or what? I called him and he said, I spoke to her already. Why then hadn't she called to threaten me, or why wasn't she fighting, I thought.

I wanted to see for myself, so I went to the house, that was where everything changed. I met his wife, her name is Martha. Not Martha that stayed in the kitchen, this one definitely spent time with Christ. She smiled at me, a smile that spoke to my soul, of how much love I could get from knowing Christ, she didn't fight me, she welcomed me in, served me food and introduced me to her children as her husbands friend, and she left.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, I had met a mystery, I wept through my way home amidst tears. No drink could drown how i felt, and as I woke up the following day, I found myself kneeling before her asking for mercy. She led me back to Christ and offered me a new phone to reach Christ, and indeed am glad He took the call this time.

DIARY OF THE OTHER WOMAN PART TWO

FIRST EVENT

When it comes to true life stories, we are subjected to hiding our names, because of security reasons, or personal protection. The question is what do I have to protect or what about me hasn’t been offered on the table of destruction for total wreck. Oh, I won’t place blames, am not one to do that, I take full responsibility of my actions, and I have no blame to throw around, I simply have one person to curse. You see that’s the difference, I don’t pass blames but I place curses, and if there is any God that could hear the voice of a broken sinner, he probably would ensure this curse takes effect. You see my story isn’t one of pity it’s one of wrong parenting. Please stay with me and learn from my story.

My name is Jane, of course you know that’s not my real name of course, I simply had to take this name up for the story. I was the first daughter and first child of my parents, a boy came along some years later. My mum was a very busy wife, hardly available, so at a tender age of 8, I understood what parenting meant. I became a young mother for my little brother, I learnt fast, mind you it never meant anything to me, those were precious moments to me, cause I could carry my little brother all around, and with dad's permission, I could order anything I wanted using his card of course.

Honestly, I don’t know what a mother's love felt like, how would you miss something you don’t even know about nor have. My dad was the only parent I had, and my brother, my little child, as I would always say back then.

When Dad started touching me at age 13 at very sensitive places, I didn’t see anything wrong with that, he's my dad I thought. We went from soft caresses and kisses, always ending with I love you daddy. Later on, I began feeling this was wrong, and during one of the days, my mother was around I mustered courage to ask her, not directly though. Guess what? She shut me up and sent me out of her room, without addressing the issue, somehow I knew what my daddy was doing was wrong but I couldn’t talk to anyone. Thanks to the internet I began to Google, and I knew he was wrong, but I didn’t bother, because dad didn’t bother me anymore, probably because mum was very much available. How would i have guessed that mum's presence was what was keeping him away. At least i am glad at the break, she offered even if she didn't give me her listening ear.

why do i feel that there is a hole somewhere deep in my heart? Am i missing out on something?