I make my own decisions now, I am no longer forced to perform an act of kindness, I am not told how to behave, enormous trust has been placed in me, oh, the plans I have!
And so, I make my decisions, I keep making them until I'm stuck and cannot get out. Father is distraught, the mother keeps praying and fasting, begging the devil to let me go, alternatively cursing at the devil and shouting at me. My aunt preaches a series on how you must keep your children from the evil association: Monitor them! Uncle stops my cousins from visiting, he says demon possession is contagious.
I am left alone to face my demons. I look for answers and find none, I am told I am beyond redemption and my mom tells the children this, every time "to be a Christian, to make heaven, be a godly child. "
If only religion hadn't blinded my parents, they would have seen the truth and raised me in the light of it. They would have told me that my salvation was not validated by good deeds or physical appearances, but it working out was facilitated by my Father, God, who had worked in me, both to will and to do of His good pleasure. And then, perhaps I wouldn't have been Omo pastor, but Peace, a girl that happens to be a Christian.
The End!!!
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Disclaimer: This piece is totally fictional. Take note, thank you!
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