Skip to main content

PRODIGY REPENTANCE





By Ola Vincent Omotade

Oh I wanted to be binged and purged,
cos I lost my sobriety and life to lust & alcohol.
I could picture nakedness from modestly dressed lady, I see sexual harassment in covered body,  that's to tell you how lustful I was.

I easily access pornography of cyberspace.
All pornographic sites has my name registered in their respective databases.

I could no more see the use of water (h20),
It was a secret known to everyone, down at the G-bar we were always slugging beers, intoxicating our brains with harmful alcoholic chemicals.

In fact I was a closet drunkard after all these lives, I so much demanded for a relief and a redress from all my addictive activities, I experienced dissatisfaction and hated myself, I resolved morally to becoming a free-man, you know what happened?

Pains, Afflictions returned as I suffered my flesh with no food, no drinks and no sex, but my happiness came back as I return to his presence, that I temporarily lost several years ago.

Will the father ever receive his own son?
No I thought, I was prodigal I know, so I went to my gentle mother,  who's always accommodating, she's accomplishing I must confess. So I dropped this lines for her.

Am not worth anylonger to eat our family's fried rice garnished, spiced up colourfully with Ghana pepper and besides brownies sausages

So mum just let me feed on your servant's noodle I said looking at my mothther in grotesque

"It was so surprising what my dad will say,
He said son.. You are welcome home"


So an eternal glory covered my damp face
I could literally feel heavens touch-up my soul for the first time, heaven left his position and shifted to touch a son with realities,

 I regained my freedom and became a son , a son I have always been of a free woman I mean not a bond woman


So now I no more take bulks of wines  with crazily addicted drunkards, the power of ravaging lust has been destroyed just because I longed for his presence, I have been recruited once again into my father's -army to combat against sin and lustful world, I am now a "commander"

The sweetly memories lingered in my heart today and as I share with you with my pen and heart, if you have once been soaked in the sea and voyauge of addictions? read and take a decision.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A LETTER TO YOU To you who just wanna throw in the towel and probably end your life already, cause it feels like the weight of 4 planets lay comfortably on your shoulders and your happiness just lasts only as long as a good haircut. To you who has lost the spark to all you hold dear. The passion you once used to feel juggle in your belly just suddenly disappeared. To you who has this excruciating pain (in your body, soul. Every single where, it hurts bad)  that won't just go away. To you who doesn't know yourself. You don't even love yourself first first. You wear the mask every single time so that it's caused bruises on your face. Sores. Scars. You have eroded You. To you who feels getting from where you are to wanna be is a very long thing. To you who don't even know how and what to feel. To you fighting battles. Though ones, you can't deal no more. You have this ugly past that brings plenty voices in your head. You can't tell no one. . ....
Post a Comment
Read more

WHY DO TEARS FOREVER FLOW?

By Ola Vincent Omotade As I lay on my bed this morning, with sunlight streaming through the window, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtain and I saw the sky turn blue.. OH! its a new day I said. Just as I took a step to go get my pink hard smoker's brush and a Dabur-herbal toothpaste to spray on my brush, I heard someone crying in terribleness. I was weak in my spirit and all I did was to rest on my cushion, threw the brush on my carved mahogany bench and these were words that interfered with my heart. I realized coming to this earth, newly birth nothing in my hand I bring. simply naked to the earth I come, looking for dress in tearsa Oh for us We came hale and hearty, But yet tears trooped out from our eyes, the little helpless baby. Looking for ways to support living, we sow in tears but at times reap in joy, not always every time though. Going through the nooks and crannies of pains in craft works, handiworks and education (disciplined with tear...
Post a Comment
Read more

WISH HE KNEW

By Jason Abbaly Everyone has a dream, every dream has a message, and that message gives hope. Now that’s the good part. But then, some people have good dreams, while others have nightmares. Believe me, there is nothing good about nightmares.  We live in a time where everyone hopes for something. Some get it, while others just don’t. For Billy, life was a good dream. Billy was a young, cute and good looking male goat.  He was so energetic and fun to be with. Had a lovely “bleat” sound he made every time which drove the female goats all crazy. He also had a well-trimmed goatee that gave him this sexy look.  There was no doubt that Billy was well taken care of. But, the big question was, for what? Hold unto that thought. Billy had an owner Mr. Badmus AKA the bad man. People called him that because, when it comes to butchering of animals, he was the perfect man for the job. He was also into rearing and selling of goats. He had a little daughter Cecilia. She loved he...
Post a Comment
Read more