A fool has no delight in understanding, but in expressing his own
heart. Proverbs 18:2
By the
way, let me tell you more about me…
I was
born on March 27th 1983 to the family of Mr and Mrs Onyemauche Obi (pseudonyms).
It was Palm Sunday. According to my mother, a religious procession of
worshippers had assembled in front of the maternity home, singing and praying.
The procession did not leave until I came into the world. The strange event led
the Mid-Wife to tell my mother that I was a child of destiny…my mother kept
this story from me until I was old and matured enough to comprehend its significance.
Then the word of the Lord came
to me, saying: “Before I formed you in the womb I
knew you; before you were born I sanctified you; I ordained you a prophet to
the nations.” Jeremiah 1:4-10.
I had 4
siblings (Yes, had). I was the second child and first male. At an early age, my
talent was evident: I could write.
Through my secondary school years, I had participated and won several
literary based competitions. Essays and poetry were my specialty and my parents
were always proud of me.
I was
brought up in a Christian family, my parents were born again Christians and as
far back as 1992, we had made the transition from orthodox Christianity to a
Pentecostal assembly. I had
what you could call a typical Christian upbringing. Wake up in the morning, say
your prayers, go to school, come back home and remain indoors with little or no
opportunity to socialise with other kids. I guess my parents did that to shield
us from the corruption that had permeated morality. Little did they know that
there was a rat within the grain…
“The thief does not come except to steal, and to
kill, and to destroy”. John 10:10
I was
introduced to the damnation of sexual immorality at an early age…by my estimate,
I would say before the age of 6. We had a house-keeper then who would engage me
in sexual acts. This house-keeper lived with us for probably 15 years or more
and for most of that time, I was trapped in a world of sexual abuse and
decadence…no one knew.
During my
secondary school days, I began to really appreciate the opposite sex…sexually.
While there was no avenue in the school to actually have sex with girls, various
forms of pre-sexual activities were prevalent and I was not left out of the
madness…the occasional kissing, touching of intimate parts and all was the
order of the day.
In
secondary school, I was a model student. Winning several competitions and
rising to the pinnacle of scholastic achievements when I represented the entire
nation at the International Youth Forum organized by the Food and Agriculture
Organization of the UN (then UNO) in Rome. At that age, I had composed over 100
poems and I had written several short stories. I was probably the most popular
student in school at that time and on several occasions, I had parents persuading
me to become friends with their kids. Life was golden…or was it?
The
sexcapades with the house-keeper continued whenever I returned home for
vacation. I wonder why my parents couldn’t sense it at that time, maybe they
trusted me, maybe they trusted the house keeper.
It is better to trust in the Lord than to put
confidence in man. –Psalm 118:8
Sometime
in 1999, after my secondary education, as I prepared to enter the university, I
was greatly troubled in my spirit. At this time, I was experiencing a new
spiritual awakening and I was desperately seeking the salvation of my soul.
When my lost self couldn’t fight it no more, I approached a pastor in my church,
the Latter Rain Assembly and I opened up to him about the issue. All those
years of sexual abuse would not hold me down anymore. I poured it all out. The
pastor invited my parents for a meeting and told them everything…all hell broke
loose.
Confess your trespasses to one another,
and pray for one another, that you may be healed. James 5:16
My mother
couldn’t take it. She assaulted the house-keeper and also threatened to kill
me…daddy’s reaction was strangely different, he called me and told me “son I am
proud of you”. Strangely, after that incident, the house-keeper continued
living with us but the sexual abuse ceased.
Lesson 1:
After a spiritual emancipation, the object representing such sin should be
removed and spiritual support should continue over a period of time. Failure to
do this would simply create fertile grounds for an even deadlier invasion…
“When an
unclean spirit goes out of a man, he goes through dry places, seeking rest; and
finding none, he says, “I will return to the house from which I came” and when
he comes, he finds it swept and put in order. Then he goes and takes with him
seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter and dwell there,
and the last state of that man is worse than the first…” Matthew 12:43-45.
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