Copyright ©️ 2022 Pastor Nwoko S. Ikechukwu
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to God and to my beloved wife Nwoko Obusor Stella (My Joy), and my three kids, to the glory of God. Acknowledgment I acknowledge all my readers, lovers of books, and all my friends and loved ones.
Preface
The story of a strong, influential, and well-respected man in society, who has sex as his weak point. He was carried away by the touch of young girls till he got lost. His wife after years of being angry with his sexual habit resolved to save him with the same thing he loves most, which is also his weak point- sex. Later she realized that she did not just save her home and marriage, but also her husband's life, call, and career. Nwoko Solomon Ikechukwu
"Honey, are you sleeping? Please let's have romantic sex before you sleep" Solomon, Happiness' husband said to his wife.
"You have to wait, I'm very tired. Better still, leave it till tomorrow," Happiness, Solomon's wife replied.
"I know that you are tired because of office stress. But please give me a few minutes of your time. I miss you so much. And you know, it has been a long time since we had romantic sex" Solomon said.
"This is what I hate about you, you are always stubborn when it comes to sex. I said I'm tired, I'm stressed, wait or leave it till tomorrow. You have not even gotten any sex and you are talking about romantic sex. You and who has that time for kissing and romancing? I tell you the truth, I don't have that strength now" Happiness replied angrily.
"I admire your hard work and appreciate your effort in supporting our family. But I am a young man, I need my wife. And you know that you are the only woman in my life, and you don't expect me to go outside, or do you?" Solomon was interrupted.
"I am sick and tired of you telling me I don't expect you to go out. If you want to go out, then go out. After all, you will not be the first, and also get ready to get what happens to men going outside their homes. Who even knows if you have not started going out" Happiness raged.
"I am so sorry, I just needed your attention. Please, I just need my wife," Solomon said.
I met my husband in the Church, in the youth department when we were single. His zeal and love for God made me love him and pick interest in him. I started having a crush on him without him knowing about it. I love it whenever he was to preach or conduct prayers or the day he was the leader of the service in the youth ministry. This likeness and excitement in my heart whenever he is leading the service or preaching was not just because I loved and had a crush on him, but it was more of his excellent ways of doing them. He is such an eloquent speaker, he outlined his points and made his speech very easy to understand. Any time he preached, there are lots of creative teachings that must give one new idea, great relief, strength to carry on, and determination to make peace with God and man and live rightly.I was very beautiful, and popular in the youth ministry, mostly because of my beauty. I was also committed to the Church activities, contributing to the youth ministry project, in fac
As strong, committed, and spiritual as my husband, Solomon was as a vibrant youth, he had a weak point, which no one knew until later. His weak point was women and sex. He knew this and avoided women all through his youthful age to avoid falling into the act of fornication. Most people misunderstood him, especially ladies who wanted him, especially as a husband or had a crush on him. He was seen as anti-female. But I liked him more because I thought he wasn't the sex-loving type of person just like me. He was also not rich in terms of money, this was the reason most ladies in the Church never showed their interest in starting a relationship with him. Just like me, I never knew that he loved me too, not just because of my beauty, fame, or my parents' well-to-do, but because of my character and lifestyle. But he was afraid to approach me, he never knew if I would insult him, reject him or accept him. But after much self-struggle, he approached me at the end of the youth service program w
After our honeymoon experience which lasted for a week, my husband came to love sex so deeply. He comes for it, asks for it, and desires it now and then. To me, it became what he thinks and dreams of. It became his primary concern and objective. This made me start hating him, disrespecting him, and devaluing him. In addition to the fact that I was not a sex-loving person, my hatred for my husband because of his love and demand for sex made me feel rebarbative of our marital sex life. This made our sex unromantic. I hardly allow him to sleep with me, except for procreation or when I resolved to pity him, however, I would just lie down like wood for him and refused his kisses, and touches, 'Just sex and get out of my body,' I often told him. My hatred for him made me consider what he is not doing for me more than the ones he does. I believed that by treating him harshly he would come back to his sense and change his likeness for sex. Also, I believed that if I allowed my husband to have
My husband, even though he was the Assistant General Overseer of our Church, saw no need of hiring a secretary. This was because lots of young people loved him so much and were ready to sweep and clean his office or run an errand for him at all times. But among so many girls who showed interest to clean his office and run errands for him, he accepted only five. Two teenagers over seventeen years and three youths. He considered them honest, decent, and respectful. They knew my husband to always be happy, smart, and ever motivated, with his words of wisdom, great courage, and uplifting. However, as our disagreement gets intense, he always looks worried in the office, always thinking and being outside-minded. Each time any of these girls came into his office to clean it, they saw him looking very worried. Sometimes sleeping in broad daylight, or lost in deep thought. Several times they need to touch him after they have called him for a long time before he would come back to himself. They
My husband woke up the next day and greeted me happily with a smiling face as though we slept peacefully last night. But I was mad at him, however, I reluctantly answered his greeting, but in a way, he would notice that I wasn't happy with him. He did not even border himself, but simply said to me, 'You are not looking bright this morning. Maybe you should take a day off and have some rest. You are looking sick, see a doctor. I am going to the bathroom, I want to go and take my bath and head to the office. Maybe I should have my breakfast in the office. You are looking very weak already, I don't want to disturb you further,' he said and left the bedroom for the bathroom. I was very mad at his behavior as though nothing went wrong between us last night. I became very worried and didn't know what to think, do, or believe anymore. The next day, I went to his office, took the memory card off the camera, and replaced it with another one. I came back home and my friends were already at my h
I made my husband enjoy everything about me. Almost every night, after our night prayer, I put him to sleep with nice and romantic sex and greet him the good morning the next day with the same, sometime before our morning devotion. The fear I had previously that my husband would be tired of my body if I allowed him to have his way in having sex with me when he wants to never happen. Also, my fear that he would disrespect me and value me less never happened. Rather, becoming his friend, play, and sex mate made him the happiest man on earth, the sweetest husband I could ever wish for and he became very committed to God, to our family devotions more than ever before.I realized that I have been withholding my joy myself for treating my husband the way I did because of my view of conservative marital sexual relationships. To be honest, I too began to enjoy our marital sexual relationship. I was full of joy, peace, and happiness, and I think more of my husband whenever I wasn't with him. O
Pastor Nicolas was anxiously waiting to hear the scandal shout of Jennifer from the office of my husband, but unfortunately for him, he did not hear anything. He left his office in the Church to his private office where he waited in vain for Jennifer to show up, but she did not show up. The next day, he called her to enquire about what happened, and she replied, ‘That man is good. He is one of the men that love God if He really exists, and he loves his wife. Apart from the fact that he is the only man that has been able to resist my body, I don't like trapping such good men or dent their image,' she said.'I want to see you in my private office now, young lady. You must finish the job I paid you for,' Pastor Nicolas replied angrily and cut the call.After a few hours, Jennifer arrived at the office of Pastor Nicolas. 'What happened? You did not accomplish the job I paid you for. Are you now an amateur in this profession?' He asked.'I told you that the man is exceptional. He didn't ev
The pictures of my husband with Jennifer posted by Pastor Nicolas resulted in the immediate summon of my husband by the leadership of the Church for questioning. He appeared before them and explained himself. He told the story of the first appearance of the girl in his office when he was still the Assistant General Overseer. He then narrated why he was in a loose belt and unbuttoned shirt.'I was with Pastor Nicolas, the acting Assistant General Overseer in my office. We were having coffee and I felt a rumbling in my stomach and I became pressed. I excused myself from Pastor Nicolas who also excused himself and left my office. I went to the restroom, eased myself and I was a bit exhausted, I quickly left the restroom after flushing to go and rest in my office. Knowing that nobody was or was supposed to be in my office, I left my belt loose and my shirt unbuttoned, coming to my chair close to my office table. I felt someone's hands around my neck. That was when I got the idea that a la
In the police headquarters of all the police stations in the New City district of the state, Sheriff Stone Stanley, well-kitted in his sheriff uniform, elegant, tall, young, and average muscular, walked into the long horizontal Hall heading directly to the lane that leads to offices. All the police officers stood unconsciously looking at him while he walked in like one viewed in a slow-motion manner.So many different thoughts flowed in the minds of the officers there. Some admired his look, and those who did not know who he was wondered who he could be. Others wondered if he would be the change that the police department of the New City needed, or will he also take the same lane as other sheriffs that had come to the New City. With him were three men in suits, two white and one black. A look at the men in suits tells that they are from the National Police Headquarters."Gather around, people!" One of the men in suits said as they got to the middle of the long horizontal hall. "We ha
"Sheriff I told you to bet on Chelsea but you wouldn't listen to me, and as you can see, the first half had ended with Chelsea leading Manchester United 1-0," the bar attendant said."I am confident that Manchester United will come from behind to win this match. The boys are used to comebacks. Chelsea does not have what it takes to win against Man City. Besides, the penalty that the referee decided in their favor was not a penalty offense at all. Didn't you watch the first half? The two goals Man City scored were ruled out as offside. Watch and see, the boys will play the second half with resilience. This game will end with Chelsea 1 and Man City 3.I will definitely cash out today, my money is not going down the lane. I trust my boys," the Sheriff replied and carried his cup of drink, and took a sip."I agree with Sheriff. Man City are on form this season, they have won five matches in a stretch. Many times, they have come from 2-0 down to win their match. I believe that Chelsea is n
About a month later when my mum was about to be healed from almost a traumatized condition our doorbell rang.'I will get it,' I said and I was about to leave for the door when my mum stopped me. 'Don't worry, Junior. I will get the door myself, please go to your room,' she said.'Hello, Mrs. Charles. How are you doing? I have missed your family a lot. You have turned down all my invitations. However, since the mountain has refused to come to me, I have resolved to go to the mountain.'I recognized the voice, it was Mr. Robert Griffin's voice. I carefully opened my door and hid behind a chair in the sitting room facing the door directly, and I could see my mum's opened mouth and the widening of the length of her eyes moping out Mr. Robert Griffin. 'Where is my little angel? I have missed her a lot. You have refused to bring her to me. You see, I brought lots of gifts for her,' he said as he almost forced himself into our sitting room through the door.His question snapped my mum out o
Experience has different reactions in people's lives. Experience can affect either negatively or positively. It also depends on the experience. Some experiences make people good, the better, or even the best versions of themselves, while some experiences make people become bad or the worst versions of themselves. Most times people behave the way they do because of their experiences. Hence it becomes imperative that we also consider people's experiences while relating with or treating them.There are mild experiences that do not last the test of time. One easily or quickly forgets them, but there are experiences that stick with one for a long time, and sometimes for a lifetime. These kinds of experiences, whether good or bad, positive or negative, have a great impact on the behavioral disposition of people. They add to their development of a habit or habits which are a vital part of character formation. This notwithstanding, people should not hide behind experiences once had, to become
"That is my phone ringing. Where is it? Yes, there it is," Pastor Solomon said, as he picks up his phone on top of his bed in his bedroom."Hello, Dad. It is your son, Michael," Pastor Solomon's third son said. "Ha! That's my Barrister. How are you, son?" Pastor Solomon asked with a smile on his face. "I am fine, Dad. How do you do today, sir?" Michael asked."I am okay, my son. God has been very faithful to us," Pastor Solomon replied. "How is mummy, Dad?" He asked."Your mother is fine. She is still the happy and beautiful mother you used to know," Pastor Solomon replied. "Thank God, I am happy to hear that, Dad," Michael said."I hope all is well with you, son?" Pastor Solomon asked. "Yes, it is, sir," Michael replied."How are your wife and kids? I hope they are fine, and there are no issues?" Pastor Solomon asked."Of course not, Dad. They are all fine, and we live in peace," Michael replied. "That is good, that's good to hear, my son. A peaceful family is a happy, growing,
"Excuse me, sir," Miss Jackson said."Yes, you are excused. I noticed you have been following me for some time now, young lady. Why and who are you? Pastor Solomon asked. "I am sorry about that, Pastor Solomon. I just wanted to approach you in a place that is a bit private and secure, sir," Miss Jackson was interrupted by Pastor Solomon."Why is that, young lady? And how do you know my name?" Pastor Solomon, being careful, asked. "Please, Pastor, I don't mean any harm. You are popular and even a child knows you. I am a journalist, Miss Jackson by name. I have been making research on Dr. Charles and Mr. Robert Griffin for seven years now, sir. I am about to arrive at the end of my findings. The only thing I needed was to interview Dr. Charles. Unfortunately, he has vehemently refused to give me an audience just like every other journalist. As the only one he has agreed to see, and I am sorry to let you know that I have been following you to know you have visited him over three times,
The visit of Pastor Solomon was postponed to one week later because of the routine cell-by-cell search that was done that week which took more time than usual. The week later, however, he succeeded in having the chance to sit and discuss with Dr. Charles again."Pastor Solomon, I want to thank you for all the presents you sent to me. I receive them all. Thank you for all the care. You have indeed become the family that was taken from me by that monster," Dr. Charles said."All glory to God, Dr. Charles. Please don't mention it. So, how have you been?" Pastor Solomon asked."I am still alive. I am doing my best to survive each day. It is quite tough here, however, don't worry about me, I have decided my future," Dr. Charles replied."Your future can be Redefined, you never can tell. Besides, God is able to change your future," Pastor Solomon was interrupted."God does not know who I am. If He does, then He hates me and doesn't care about me. I would have said that He does not exist that
Pastor Solomon was already seated and waiting when Dr. Charles arrived. Dr. Charles sat down and reached out for a phone and started a conversation with Pastor Solomon. Pastor Solomon persuaded Dr. Charles to tell him his story. But Dr. Charles put up a lot of arguments about why he would not tell his story until he makes Mr. Robert Griffin tells the story himself while he records it. However, after much persuasion from Pastor Solomon, Dr. Charles opened up and started the narration of his story."I was twelve years old and my little sister was ten years old. My father lost his job when I was five and could not secure another job. He was sacked for being stuck in traffic. He had no car, so he went to work in a public vehicle. That day, there was an accident on the road which led to a traffic jam. Before the police could clear the traffic jam, he was already two hours and thirty minutes behind the time he was supposed to be at his workplace. When my father finally arrived, his boss inv
Pastor Solomon took time to find out when visitors are allowed to visit inmates. He tried several times to see Dr. Charles but did not succeed. One of the reasons was that Dr. Charles refused to see or entertain any visitor. Since he has no family, those who usually come to see him are the Press. He knew they were not trying to see him because they loved him but because they wanted to make a story and money out of him. However, the day he was told that it was Pastor Solomon that wanted to see him he resolved to see Pastor Solomon because of the respect he has for him, he felt it to be an honor to be visited by a renowned and famous man like Pastor Solomon. Hence, he gave Pastor Solomon an audience. "Dr. Charles, you have a visitor," the prison warder said."I do not want to see anyone tell whoever they are to go away," Dr. Charles replied."Do you know who it is that has come to see you? They said he has come several times to see you but you turned him down as you do everyone who came