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The lady I spent years with..

I was sad when she said.. " I have kept myself for too long,  I have been a worshiper in spirit and in truth, I was a member of my church choir for twelve years"..

I never defiled my earthly body with  king's meat, I didn't have a bad past too. So how on earth will I accept to marry a BAD BOY like you she said..

And tears groped my eyes..

Yes I was once a bad boy,  a very dangerous boy your parents would never want you to walk or work with.

I was an addicted smoker, a drunkard, clubber and yes I know..  I  lived all those kind of lives you've only read about in a thematic textbook of LASCIVIOUSNESS.

But understand that change is 'inevitable'
Either _positive or _negative

People grow. People change from who they used to be. People leave their yesterdays and become better persons today and tomorrow.....

Can you please not live in people's past? Like, is it possible for you to just live and let live? Can you move on and just get busy with your own life? Can you just trust them to be who they've promised to become?

Why are you just so impossible?

So..  A girl refused to say Yes because she read

 #MYLAGOSSTORY
#SADBUTHAPPY
#REALTEACHER
#ORIGINALPOETRY..
#NON-FIC

Ola Vincent Omotade
Lives in Minna
08171466339

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