SHEETS

THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY

Next time you feel unqualified, unworthy of God’s use;โ˜๏ธ

No one knows how difficult it is to write this bit. When you grow up and know that there are a whole lot of people that look up to you, all there’s to that is “being perfect” to the dot. Of course NO ONE is perfect but ๐Ÿคท. You get what I mean, right ๐Ÿ˜?

There are bits of me that “NO ONE” was supposed to ever know. But for people to refer to you as blessed and anointed without fully comprehending how you got there, is pretty much half baked if you asked me. I mean, no one becomes blessed or anointed out of no where. Ever read about people like Bishop T.D Jakes, Juanita Bynum, Joyce Meyer and the like ๐Ÿ˜? Oh well, now you know. And for you that doesn’t know, just stick with me ๐Ÿ™ƒ; you will in a bit.

The truth is, you and I have had to deal with a whole lot of stuff at a point t; issues that have had us side tracked. The main subject matter being sexuality ๐Ÿ˜ฌ; yeah, it had to come to light at some point.

PS: The names of the individuals involved are withheld through these series for the sake of their reputation. I hope that’s understandable ๐Ÿ™‚.

With that said, Let’s dive in; shall we?

I was woken up to understanding at about five, six years when all I’d rise to was the presence of one parent, my mother. “How about your father?” a question most of you must be pondering on ๐Ÿค”. Ugh um, at the time my parents had parted ways and back then, I couldn’t bring myself to asking my mother about it. I mean, he’d show up for my birthday with a present obtained within his means; but his appearance was a subject that lingered at the back of my mind. My mother, on the other hand was a hard worker who at the time functioned at two jobs just to make ends meet for us.

Regardless of the fact that I knew and watched her determination towards making things better, I and my mother were detached. She played the role of provider, protector, parent and the bit that caused fear to descend upon me-disciplinarian. Her movements rarely made room for her to spend time at home and hence with me. I often was left behind under the care of Uncles and Aunties alongside the company of my cousins, who I viewed as spies looking for an opportunity to sell me out to my mother who’d in turn flog me; much as their intent was to instill discipline in me.

I was at times picked on and made fun of by my cousins especially for my inability to cook. There’s a significant incident whose memory I can still recollect. I was called by an aunt to the kitchen; her instruction was,“You are preparing today’s rice.” No sooner had she concluded her statement than a panic attack set in. I didn’t want to seem disobedient, I was timid; scared of saying,”I didn’t know” and more so watching myself turn into a laughing stock. I therefore began to put the ingredients together in the saucepan, but on tenterhooks. To cut this short, I turned red with embarrassment having forgotten to add cooking oil to the mixture. My habitat often excluded me; I branded myself as “weird” and I became an island.

I found solace in playing with peers in the neighborhood most of whom were boys and thus, being introduced to what is commonly known as “making out” ๐Ÿ˜‘. The elders at home were strict over every other disciplinary issue but TV images. We often watched movies, soaps, series, you name it and there’s not one time I remember being told to go to bed even when the chosen show would be dubbed PG+ rated. So whenever we watched the TV shows especially soaps, I and my then counterparts would take what we’d seen on our respective house TV screens and apply in the games we played-“Mummy-Daddy” being the common culprit.

The “making out” vice drew me close to men that took advantage of me at a very tender age. Because I was an island, with no one to freely express myself around, a golden platform was presented before the “uncles”. They wouldn’t have sex with me (I guess because I was a minor) but they’d touch me inappropriately. My brain at the time didn’t register a problem at all. I was convinced that these men were showering me with love and I felt safe;-thereby remaining silent ๐Ÿค about my encounters.

As I grew up, the vice took root within as well. I was introduced to the dating scene at a very early age (I think I was about eleven ๐Ÿคฏ). Regardless, I was a sane kid who understood that my mother’s sweat towards bettering our lives wasn’t supposed to go to waste. I therefore was focused in class and a disciplined student as my behavior in class didn’t reflect any signs of adopted habitual practices.

I forgot to mention;-I grew up with my mother as a born again christian. I initially thought that I was born again by birth up until a student conference that was held at church. The eyes of my understanding were opened up to the fact that being born again is a personal decision; the conviction hour set in and I made my decision to follow Jesus on 29th August 2009. It felt so good to stand in the presence of God at the altar and make that commitment.

Back to our story; secular music was a vibe. I found the music styled up compared to the gospel genre. I often lied as well, something I wasn’t good at because I always got busted whenever I did. My sexuality resulted into my involvement in a spiral of relationships. Firstly, because dating was the in-thing in school. Secondly, I didn’t know how to say “NO” and this on very many counts caused my falling prey of peer pressure. I generally hated displeasing people (I feel like you’ve either been that kind of person before or you’ve met them before). Thirdly, I didn’t want to be branded as the fake kid and therefore I conformed.

I convinced myself that I wasn’t sinning, since I didn’t have sex with any of the guys. And so, that was life for me. I kept jumping from one guy on to the next whenever a breakup transpired. I wasn’t about to accept being on my own. With time, the gap that existed from the absence of my father began to feel real. Don’t get me wrong I loved my mother, but the natural tendency of girls growing closer to their fathers kicked in. The need for love, protection, friendship, approval, etc weren’t largely met and as a result, I began nursing wounds inflicted on me as a result of a relational disappointments.

I wasn’t at a place where I didn’t know right/wrong. I mean, I was still the religious girl that always attended chapel(this is what it was called in school) and church where sin was talked about (sadly not in-depth). I walked on that lane up until I felt exhausted and torn apart. I was just tired of not doing the right thing; of always falling short. At about eighteen, I recommitted myself to Christ.

The vice didn’t leave because I still related with the opposite sex. I got to a place where I thought it was normal and there was nothing wrong with having some bit of “fun” (Do y’all relate?). I still conformed even when I was tired๐Ÿ˜ซ but, I didn’t know how to get out. I just didn’t know how to STOP indulging. So, I decided to get comfortable in what I thought was my predicament up until the beginning of 2018 when I made up my mind and told the devil “NO MORE“.

Icebreaker: Did you catch a grip of you ๐Ÿ™ƒ?
This here isn’t an inspirational kind of piece but, a write up that brings to light the struggles (especially sexual) most of us have been gripped by. How about you torch into the depths no one but you, knows about and perform a self check? Are you sure you’re okay?

Love, you are entitled to BETTER. You can be FREE and in Christ. The decision though is in your hands ๐Ÿ˜‡.

Toodles!! – till next time ๐Ÿ˜‰




Published by: kingdommouthpiece

Welcome! Call me the kingdom mouthpiece; a vocal and radical gospel mouthpiece that's still pressing on to attaining an all round BIG break in every sector of my life. Just like any other individual, my journey thus far has been filled with nicks, bumps, buckets of tears, you NAME IT! My surrounding has individuals that look up to me and boast in and about me. GOOD THANG probably is the word that hit at you. But, there's screaming out for deliverance on some days, unresolved emotional pain, wilderness experiences and seasons of dryness, etc most of which might probably be relatable to you. Join me on this journey where I share most if not all of my truth with my primary objective being making Christ Jesus known through the different issues of life. Why this objective, one might wonder? - Because I'm NOTHING without God and I'd probably be consumed had I not said Yes to Him (God's will and ways). Fun Facts: 1. I'm an unashamed BORN AGAIN christian; halleluyur.. 2. I'm an only child.๐Ÿคฉ 3. I like to keep my circle of friends small. We've got a whole lot of wolves in sheep's skin. 4. I'm a foodie.[ ๐Ÿฅช ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿฅฆ ๏ธ, .....] 5. I love my quiet time & not forgetting ๐Ÿฟ 6. Music is therapy to my soul. 7. Phobic to: anything that creeps (Reptiles and the like, cats, cockroaches, lizards, stray dogs, etc etc)

23 Comments

23 thoughts on “SHEETS”

  1. I am lost for words at how real your story is. As a Christian, keeping up appearances and battling negative mindsets behind closed doors has been my biggest fight. Thank you so much for sharing your story and letting us know that even the most beautiful people have scars. You are amazing.

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  2. Wow…You have walked a mile with God and still walking!
    You have a history with the King of Kings!
    My best part was when you realised that u needed to give yo life to Jesus at a personal level regardless of you growing in a Christian family…that was the best decision rite there!…You mum is an exceptional woman,God bless her for every sacrifice.Thanks for blessing me with this testimony Irene๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™

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  3. Wow Sonia, Glory be to God. As you walk through this journey may God guide you through every step and may a life be changed by your testimonies.

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  4. Wow I’ve been so blessed,a lot happens in life but the greatest of all is Christ has always stepped in.

    So blessed may God enrich you to the greatest in his Kingdom.

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      1. Wow I still recognize that no one will ever take up Godโ€™s position..he sees our weaknesses and gives us strength to overcome them..May God bless you..he knew you before you were formed in your mothers womb…

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  5. Woahhhh๐Ÿ˜ญthis is deeep! Thank you for using your experiences to show that there is hope! You go girl! May God empower you with more Grace to do this work that He has started in You, this is amazing!!

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  6. Your such a blessings to humanity ,that zeal to tell it as it was is a true definition of a person on a mission to winning souls back to the creator and change lives .thank your for story.

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  7. Ka suspende keko๐Ÿ˜น anyway glad to hear your share the gospel through your story thanks for being brave and Iโ€™m eager and here to read all your content๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ God bless your beautiful soul๐Ÿ˜

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