THE TALE OF A YOUNG GIFTED CONVERT TRULY PUSHED ME TO THE WALL OF RETHINK… BATTLING YEARS OF SOLITUDE, SUICIDE IS THE IN gOD FOR THE PEAK OF FUSTRATION FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.. BUT THERE IS ALWAYS A HAND OF LOVE EAGER TO PULL US OUT OF THE JAWS OF DOUBLE DEATH. IT DID SO WELL TO REJUVINATE MY FADING FAITH THAT I DECIDED TO DROP A LITTLE POEM AT THE END…
“THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE “ARAGON SON OF ARATHON, lords of the ring; the two towers.
“Man it’s not very pleasant though.. well, there are series of things I passed through, addictions to alcohol, porn, just to mention the ‘easy to say ones.
• It got to a point; just to cut it short, I almost committed suicide. I got to a roof top back in my former school to jump off cos I lost hope in everything even my own self. For everything I had done while in school. I was too naive to think God would ever forgive me..
• But just then, as I was about to take off, it was as if a hand caught me and gripped me firmly until I almost couldn’t hold myself any longer. I got down from the roof and it was as though I had been touched by something greater than humanity…
• From that day, all my addictions seized so cold it was impossible for me to even as much as think of them all; sex, porn, drinking, and all…
Even as I write, the Holy Spirit has taken charge over me and I have come to understand why I did not get to school when I was supposed to….
I was in a cult just briefly and they valued me so much as to give me whatever I needed only if I will stay…. “
The cheeks of Nile is not veiled
a sword awaits
the Leviathan of a mobbed flame.
the sun has awaken
A shoulder to lean on
a HAND to hold on to
a reverberation of the sudden bang
for the islet of soul