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.

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