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CHRIST LIFTED ME OUT OF MY MESS

Dear diary, I really do not know where to begin. Let me just start somewhere. I started masturbating at the age of 8, didn’t really know what it was called then but all I sensed was that it was bad and not something that could be done in the open. By the time I found out its true name and what it really entailed, I was already neck-deep. As if that was not enough, I was molested at the age...

THE GIRL IN ME IS BEGGING TO BE LOVED.

Dear Diary, A lot has happened to me. My past keeps coming up and I wonder, when will I finally let it lie low. From age 6, I have been a wild child. I wanted to try anything. From kissing a boy to touching their genitals. I was curious about everything. I knew things more than many children. I wanted to know what sex was, I wanted to experience romance. I learnt to keep things away from my...

MY RELATIONSHIP WAS RUNNING ON EMPTY, YET I MARRIED HIM

Dear Diary, When he proposed to me, I knew from the onset that something  was not right. Each time I thought about his proposal, I felt an emptiness inside me and a restriction in my spirit. He asked me to pray about it after I insisted that I couldn’t give him an immediate answer but he kept calling me to reaffirm that he was very sure God spoke to him and that God told him I was going to...

I ALLOWED LONELINESS DRIVE ME INTO THE WRONG RELATIONSHIP

Dear Diary, I allowed loneliness drive me into the wrong relationship. Right from the start, I knew I was not supposed to be in that relationship and that it wasn’t meant for me. I rushed in because I was desperate. I was tired of being alone. I wanted to feel loved and appreciated. I wanted to be complimented everyday. I wanted to be someone’s and pour my love on him everyday. I just wanted to...

DEAR DIARY

Recently, a friend sent me a story that touched my heart deeply. It was a personal story and It was obvious she wanted to just get it off her chest. She was cool with me sharing her story on the blog although she didn’t want her identity disclosed. It made me realise how many people would like to share their stories but disclosure of their identity is a huge challenge for them. I remembered...

MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD

One evening, I sat in the living room, listening to my mother’s friend tell stories about their survival in the city. We live in the north, a place where bombs fly at will and men shiver in fear. Among all the stories, there was one in particular that caught my interest. It is the story of Aminu, a Muslim convert who had come to my church from intense persecution.Now at the time this...

TELL ME YOUR STORY:DARK NIGHTS OF A LITTLE CHILD

I tell my story anonymously but the events I am about to narrate are my own personal experiences as I recall, though not very clearly as they had taken place at an early age. I must have been about 5 or 6 years old, I can’t really get the exact dates in my head. I grew up in the village and though I attended the school in my village, I couldn’t really read and write because my school...

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