THE CONVERSION

People say opportunity once lost cannot be recovered. I believe God is a God of chance and opportunity. He gives us open doors by Himself when it is time. Such open doors are opportunities. Someone must be sensitive enough to grasp the opportunity. I call it: seizing the moment. Never miss your moment.We, her friends, I mean Comfort had been under the tormentor. Living with a critical, censorious friend can be oppressive. We were oppressed, suppressed, depressed with this negative, toxic friend. Here I was, face to face with this tormentor, ready to strike and tell her the truth we all had been shying away from. We never had the nerve, the strength, the courage to talk to her. It was that bad. I mean very bad. I was going to miss the opportunity, when someone just rushed to Comfort, praising the wonderful talk she gave us in the fellowship I was almost giving up because the person kept on talking and talking. I was becoming agitated because l never knew when I would hav

Comfort had grown to become a beautiful young damsel. She had completed her form5 with Grade 1. She took Joint Admission Matriculation Board Examination and did very well. She was billed to read Architecture in the then University of Ife now Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU) she entered the University, doing very well. Everything was okay with her until one day. One fateful day, when she clocked eighteen years, she was in the University, part three when she received a special call from Barry her sister’s husband. Barry excitedly calls her, wishing her a happy birthday. She, in turn, asked of her sister, he replied that she was doing well with the children.He said, he would be coming from Lagos to pay her a visit for her birthday celebration. Eighteen is very special. She is now an adult. Officially, she is now regarded as an adult, she can vote and can also take responsibility for herself. She is now of age. Barry continued with his lecture. Comfort did not suspect anyth

Kemi lives in Ibadan, I woke up the following day to go to Ibadan to visit my friend and at least escape the “Villian” at home; I meant uncle, Barry. I packed a few clothes and took the necessary items to go with me. I was quite excited to travel. The fun on the way, buying refreshments, and seeing different sights made me glad. I love adventure and was willing to explore the city of Ibadan. It used to be the third-largest city in Africa but later became the second-largest city after Cairo in Egypt “I was going to the second-largest city in Africa”. I said to myself, Lo! and behold, I landed in the city. It was fun to see numerous people streaming up and down. There was a mixture of old and new buildings. Some of the old buildings were giving way to the new. In the ancient city full of life and activities, I got to my friend’s house. She was excited to see me. We exchanged greetings and I was taken to my room. The parents came in much later in the evening because they were business

My academics were going on well. I was on top in my department. My fellowship on campus was quite interesting. I remembered a particular incidence. One of our fellowship leaders was preaching passionately to all the members in the open field. The topic was “spreading the Goodnews”. His message was quite challenging. Although he was a stammerer, he was able to calm down and his words were coherent enough for everyone to understand. His words were soft and were piercing our hearts. Our hearts were being smitten by his strong and powerful words of wisdom. Suddenly, we discovered that almost everyone was crying for neglecting sinners on campus and leaving them to live a carefree and immoral life. No one to put them to shame, no one to touch their hearts to change their ways. We were touched and were crying. Our cries cause a stir on campus, passersby were wondering what was making us cry. We could care less, the burden for lost souls had taken us over. The more he was preaching, the mor

“Even you brother Solomon, God will judge you”. I was weeping uncontrollably, “ you a prayer band leader did this to me, with impudent face as if it is nothing, this is unfaithfulness to God and to me. God will not allow you to go scot free”. I was completely broken down, shattered, I felt betrayed. If anyone had told me brother Solomon would betray my trust and befriending another lady, I wouldn’t have agreed”.“I do not know why you felt betrayed, I never told you, I would marry you, I told you we should start a relationship, I did not say marriage did I ?” “You are wicked, you are a sadist; cunning old fool; serpent” I kept on calling him names. I left his room in great anger. I kept on asking myself all sorts of questions what have I done to deserve this ill-treatment from this deceiver? He lured into a relationship. I thought he was a very good Christian. A leader in the fellowship. Though I never wanted a relationship with him, he seduced me. I fell for it. No wonder he sai