The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).

“Hi Everyone!  My name is Promise, and I am a former sex addict.  Well, I wouldn’t have really described myself as a sex addict…  I thought I was in control of my sexual behaviour and habits.  But, it’s obvious I didn’t have as much control as I thought I did.  My sexcapades almost cost me my marriage to the most wonderful man I have ever known…” I stop to pull myself together.  Ope is in the audience, cheering me on with his smile and a thumbs up.

“I am married to Openiyi Olamisan, my angel.  We’ll be married for two years in two weeks time.   We’ve decided to renew our vows, and you’re all invited to celebrate with us!  Apparently, I owe you deeply for the support you have given him over the last year.  Thank you.”  The audience applauds, and I smile.

“I really don’t know where to begin to tell my story.  I guess it all started with Uncle Bill.  When I was nine years old, I stayed home one day from school, because I had fallen from the tree in our backyard and badly sprained my ankle.  My mother’s elder brother, William, who I knew as Uncle Bill, stayed home with me.  Instead of looking after me, he took advantage of me, and molested me.

“What was worse was that he made me believe that that was love.  He made me want him.  He perverted me and made my desire for sex insatiable.  Sometimes I think if he had been forceful, so that I had hated the experience, maybe I would have known I needed help ages ago.  It would have been clear that it was rape, and evil, and I wouldn’t have craved his next assault.

“By the time I was a teenager, sex meant nothing to me.  Uncle Bill was not always around, and I still had needs.  I remember the first time I had sex with someone else.  It was my neighbour’s son.  He was no where as experienced as William, and I felt nothing afterwards.  I craved a more sadistic form of sex, and I never offered myself to him again.

“Then one day, his father called me to his house and offered me chocolates and treats if I would give him a blow job.  That was when I knew I could get something for what I was offering, even though I would have done it for free.  I asked him for money instead, and he smiled at me and said that for the amount I requested, he wanted sex too.

“From that time on, I always used sex to my advantage, and I couldn’t hold a platonic relationship with any man.  If we were not having sex, and so he wasn’t doing anything for me, I had no interest nor business with him.  Women came to know about me, and naturally, they hated me.  I broke up countless marriages, not because I wanted the men, just because they wanted sex with me, and they had something I wanted.  I never once lost sleep over the hurt I caused others.

“Things changed when I met Ope.  I actually made him my friend!  Someone had told me that he practised celibacy, and I thought it was the biggest joke ever.  I sought him out and flirted with him, hoping to tempt him to succumb, but he never did.  By then, I was used to talking to him and having him around, and so, I suddenly had a friend.  I liked that I could be myself with him, and he was the only one I ever really opened up to and told about my past.

“Even though I said I didn’t believe in God, I really admired that about Ope.  I admired his faith, and how he lived true to it.  I actually invited myself to his Church.  I remember thinking if they were all like him, I might become a Christian.  But people like Ope are truly one in a million!

“The Church thing didn’t work for me.  I felt their judgmental stares, and heard their critical whispers and I even saw a few of my exes, or should I say clients, sitting in dignified seats.  I thought the whole religion was a farce, and didn’t give much more thought to it.

“So, to cut a long story short, I fell in love with Ope and discovered years later, that he loved me too.  I wanted to be good enough for him, and so I changed my ways.  I practised abstinence until marriage for him.  But it was so so hard to not do what felt so natural, so normal…  To not express my passionate love for him the only way I really knew how.

“I fantasised a lot about our first time.  But it wasn’t all I imagined, because my expectations were perverted.  I knew nothing of sexual intimacy, only sexual intercourse, and I wasn’t ready to learn, because I thought I was an expert.  An expert at sex, maybe, but a novice at making love.

“I only just discovered the beauty of love making.  I made love to my husband last week for the first time since we have been married.  And my body responded to him like I was experiencing sex for the first time.

“You see, I thought I was broken when my uncle assaulted me as a child, but I wasn’t truly broken until Tony.  Whatever ideas I had about sex, whatever imaginations, he destroyed them and made me despise what I once loved.  He broke and crushed my spirit, making me question everything I ever thought I knew, I was or I wanted.

“Tony was the man I thought I wanted.  He was sexy and attractive.  He understood and fed my insatiable desire for sex, which I had elevated to the status of greatest need.  I didn’t care that he didn’t know God, nor fear Him.  I didn’t care that his character was questionable.  He was like me, and he made me feel normal.  With him, I felt I was really myself, but I was only indulging in a selfish fantasy.

“The reality of the man I left my husband for was soon revealed.  At the drop of a hat, at the slightest inconvenience to himself, Tony threw me to the dogs.  He turned me into his sex slave, and made me serve an average of eight men a day, some days, as many as 12.  Men, who delighted in doing all manner of sadistic things to me, as though I wasn’t even human.  That was the monster I left my husband for, because I foolishly traded love for sex.

“I used to blame God for what happened to me as a child, and how my life turned out afterwards.  I even blamed God for Tony’s abuse.  But Tony and Uncle Bill made their own selfish decisions, just as I made my selfish decision to hurt my husband repeatedly.

“I’ve come to realise that it’s not God’s will that hurts us, it’s our’s.  We choose evil.  But the problem with evil is that you can’t choose the type or portion of evil you permit in your life.  When you choose evil, you get the whole package and are exposed to the full potency of evil.  God offers us the choice between life or death, but we keep choosing death, and make ourselves victims of evil.

“The silver lining in my story was that someone loved me.  Someone saw me, the real me.  Someone believed in me.  That someone was Ope, and he never gave up on me!  After everything I did to him and put him through, he still loved me and did good to me, and even came after me, when I ran away.

“I used to tell him that I see Jesus in him, but you know, I really did see Jesus in him!  The day he came to me in Ibadan, when I first saw him, I was sure I was looking at Jesus…  He…”  Ope raises his hands and interrupts me.

“Ummm….  Promise, what are you talking about?” He asked, looking at me strangely.

“You know, when you came to Ibadan last week and brought me home?”

“Uh, that wasn’t me.  Are you sure?” Ope asked.

“What do you mean it wasn’t you?  Of course it was you!  Who else would it be?”

It was Me.

I threw my hand to my mouth as the truth dawned on me.  “Oh my God!  It wasn’t you?  How…?  How???

“Darling, the day you came back home, I was returning from a business trip to Abuja.  I still have the ticket stub.” Ope said, looking around the room.  Everyone was passing glances between me and Ope, probably trying to figure out if this was a prank.  “Did he drive my car?”

I shook my head, feeling my legs go weak.  “We took the bus…”

“And when you got to the house…?”

“The door was opened.  I remember thinking how lucky we were that no one had broken in.  We didn’t use a key,” I gasped.  How had I missed it?  “Oh my God.  Oh my God.  I’ve seen Jesus…and I didn’t know.  It was all so surreal.”

“Is this a joke?” The Facilitator asked, looking at me seriously.  “You’re saying that Jesus came down from Heaven, and took you home to your husband, and then left?  Why should anyone believe that?  Maybe you were in a trance, or something!”

“Well, my mother and my sister saw Him too…  Maybe they can confirm my story.”

Everywhere was quiet, while I brought my phone out of my pocket to call my mother.

“Mama, eka’san.  Mom, do you remember the day I left?”

“What do you mean?  Wasn’t it just last week?” Mama asked.

“Was someone with me?  Did you meet my husband?”

“Yes.  Are you okay?  Why are you asking me that?”

“Can you describe him?”

“Tejumola!  Is there something wrong?  You don’t know what your husband looks like?  Why are you asking such strange questions?”

“Mama, Ope said he never came for me.  He said he was in Abuja that day.”

“Eh…  So who was that then?” Mama asked.  “You know I have never seen your husband before, and you said that he was your husband!”

“Mummy, I will call you later…”  I was about to hang up, when the Facilitator took the phone from me.

“Hello,” he said to my mother. “Are you Promise’s mother?  So you remember that she left Ibadan with a man, who she thought was her husband?  Okay.  Thank you.”

Ope was the first to laugh.  I soon joined him in joyful laughter.  GOD IS REAL!  My spirit was speaking wonders that began to escape my lips.  I was speaking in tongues, praising God with everything in me.

A lady began to sing.  “God of wonders beyond our Galaxy…  You are holy!  Holy!  The Universe declares Your Majesty…  You are holy!  Holy!

The atmosphere in the room changed and soon everyone was either singing or praying or speaking in tongues.  Even the Facilitator was crying and praying.  I am not much of a singer, and I didn’t know the song well, but when it came into my spirit, it was all I could do…  And the audience carried me through like a choir, as we sang the simple verse again and again.

Majesty, Majesty
Your grace has found me just as I am
Empty handed but alive in Your hands
(We’re singing) Majesty, (we’re singing) Majesty
(Forever) forever I am changed by Your love
In the presence of Your Majesty…

Eventually, the atmosphere died down, leaving me in tears.  Before I thought it was Ope who came for me, now I knew it was Jesus.  I recalled the words He had spoken to me, they came flooding back to me.  He had chosen me.  I had nothing to offer Him, but I was enough.  I had done my worst to Him, and He had forgiven me, and healed me.  It was oh so personal, so real.

Ope came to meet me on the stage and we hugged and cried in each other’s arms.  I didn’t have any more to say, and I didn’t need to.  We all knew what had happened.  The lengths God would go to reveal Himself, undeniably to me…to us.

That evening, every soul in that room, 52, gave their lives to Christ, and those who knew Him already renewed their dedication to Him.  And I knew their testimonies were sure to have a ripple effect on those around them too, just as mine did.

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As we journeyed home in Ope’s car together, I wondered why I hadn’t pieced it together earlier.  Did I know at a particular level that He was not Ope, and just wanted to believe that it was Ope who came for me?  I turned to Ope and looked at him as he drove.

“I was just thinking…  It’s great that Jesus came for me.  But it sucks a little that you didn’t,” I said cheekily.

Ope laughed.  “I wanted to come for you.  When I got the notification that you withdrew money from Ibadan, I knew you had gone home and I wanted to come.  But my spirit held me back.  I just thought you were not ready.  Now I see that He wanted the glory!  And what a testimony!”

“Wow.  So you would have come…  I was quite stubborn though.  Maybe I wouldn’t have followed you.”

“Yeah…  I like how it happened.  I was so shocked and thrilled when I found you at home waiting for me.  It had been a secret prayer of mine…  I hadn’t even asked God, just kept wishing and longing that you would come home.  And he went and brought you for me…”

He reached across and took my hand in his.  “I think you needed to know that as much as I love you, God loves you more.  He already showed you the greatest love possible, when He laid down His life on the Cross for you and me and all the world.  He doesn’t want me to be your idol…  I am only His vessel.  And this was His plan from the beginning…from the moment I laid eyes on you.  I knew, and could never tell you…because you wouldn’t have believed me.  I just had to wait for God’s timing.”

“I’m glad you did, Baby.  Thank you for waiting for me.  Thank you for making this possible with your obedience and faithfulness.  I love you, Ope.”

“I love you, Promise.”

The story concludes with an Epilogue…

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Responses

  1. sire
    From the episode her restoration started, I knew divinity would visit her. The power of prayers can change anyone.
    Ufu keep letting your light so shine through this medium.
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    1. Ufuomaee Post author
      Thanks Sire… The Lord is my strength. I hope to encourage my brethren to shine too…and for the world to see our loving witness and come into the Family of God!
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    1. Ufuomaee Post author
      Truly unfathomable :) More of us can show the kind of love Ope showed Promise, if only we truly knew WHO we served, and what He had done for us… Like Promise said, people like Ope are one in a million, and that is a real shame considering the number of self-professing Believers.
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  2. Ufuomaee Post author
    Hey guys, I hate to blow my trumpet, but I believe this is a very powerful message and story. If you really like this story…please HIT THE RECOMMEND (or Like) button! Please!!! Let more people see this and read and be blessed. And if you can, please share on social media too. Thank you!
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  3. Game
    Hi Ufuoma,
    *crying* This story resonates. I’m touched. It is indeed a very powerful message.
    God is wonderful. May His will be done in our lives. Amen!
    Thank you so much for this. I’m so inspired.

    PS: Where is the RECOMMEND button please?

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    1. Ufuomaee Post author
      Thanks Game! So blessed by your feedback. I don’t know if you are reading from your phone, but it is under the post, by the share buttons on the computer screen (just above my bio). You will have to be signed in to recommend.

      You can always help by sharing on social media or by email! Thank you :) Also, do check out my blog for more inspiring stories and posts :) blog.ufuomaee.org

      Blessings, Ufuoma.

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  4. Bkd
    Okay. I didn’t think anything about the piece because I thought it was until I noticed from the comments how seriously people actually took.
    Now first off, did you just imply that the little girl got raped because she chose evil? Seriously?
    Secondly, people really need to stop spreading the theory that there’s a difference between lovemaking and sex. Maybe y’all should check your dictionaries.It’s just an idea people, especially women, sell to make themselves feel better.
    And I wouldn’t even wanna get started on the Jesus and Bible God fantasies. Maybe another day.
    I enjoyed reading the piece(as fiction). I loved the part where she teased him about letting Jesus come for her and not him. I think it was oh so cute.
    Cheers
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    1. Ufuomaee Post author
      Hi Bkd,

      Thanks for reading this post and commenting. Did you read the whole story?

      And no, I wasn’t saying that Promise chose evil when she was abused as a child. Uncle Bill chose evil. And since we live in an evil and broken world, evil will inevitable visit us… But we also have a choice, most of the time. Promise realises that she had choices and she also chose evil. As you know, not all victims of abuse end up sex addicts… And for one given God’s grace to marry a man such as Ope, she was much more fortunate than she realised, yet she chose evil.

      I also don’t know if you are a man or a woman. I’m guessing from your comment about the difference between sexual intercourse and love-making that you are a man… I think the difference is intimacy. Being married, I KNOW the difference between having intimate sexual activity with my husband and simply having sex with him. There is a world of difference. Maybe it is the same for the guy, but the difference can mean whether a woman is fulfilled sexually or not.

      About the Jesus fantasies… What’s holding you back? I won’t deny I wrote this story to provoke such deep contemplation about the existence of God, and the love He showed us through Jesus Christ. It has been encouraging to read the responses from others who believe as I do. So, what’s your take, and why don’t you believe?

      I’m glad you enjoyed the read nonetheless. Thanks for engaging me in what I hope will be a civil discussion.

      Sincerely, Ufuoma.

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      1. Bkd
        I appreciate you admitting two things:
        1. we live in an evil and broken world, evil will inevitable visit u
        2. Most of the time we have a choice.
        What now happens in those “other” times we don’t have a choice?
        Let ne state here that at no time did Promise have a choice.
        I don’t understand how you’d accuse her of choosing evil when it’s very clear that her addiction Is an inherent consequence of her abuse as a child. She’s was damaged from her childhood hence her helplessness. This is like accusing a gunshot survivor (shot on the leg) of choosing to limp.Hell, he can’t help himself from limping just as Pronise can’t help herself from craving sex. Secondly, how can someone choose evil without knowing what the evil in the first place? After all, the piece stated categorically that she was unaware of her addiction until after she met Ope. Bearing this in mind, we should be careful about exaggerations when trying to prove a point. Having a “high” sex drive does not always equal sex addiction just as consuming significant amounts of alcohol doesn’t equal alcohol addiction. On the flip side though, most people don’t know they’re addicts until someone gets hurt. What I’m saying is that the piece doesn’t state, in a practical manner how she came to identify her addiction. That Ope didn’t like sex as much as she did, or that she cheated in marriage is not enough to brand her a sex addict. In other words, there are so many factors to consider before blaming the girl. I wouldn’t want to mention them so as not to derail Thisbe conversation but I hope you get my point.

        As for Sex vs Lovemaking, you mentioned intimacy and I wonder why. My dear, exposing your genitals(and exchanging body fluids as the case may be) is as intimate as it can ever get. Everyone would agree that there’s always some form of intimacy involved in every sexual experiences, even with heterosexuals and homosexuals alike. Maybe you could help me understand better by giving examples of “intimacy(ies)” exclusive to sex on the one hand, and lovemaking on the other. Could you also elaborate on what you might consider as “sexual fulfillment ” as mentioned in your rebuttal?… because that’s a relative concept. What might be sexually fulfilling to one person may not to another.

        About the Jesus fantasies… what’s holding me back? CONVENIENCE.
        Christianity, and religion in general, is as sensitive as it is broad. And it’s very hard for me to express my thoughts as well typing from a phone. It’s a most Herculean task. Maybe idea if it were a PC. Besides, we’re already engaged on one of your other Jesus fantasy write ups .
        Cheers.

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        1. Ufuomaee Post author
          You asked:

          “What now happens in those “other” times we don’t have a choice?”

          We have a test of our character, during these times when evil visits us without warrant. When we become victims, it either breaks or makes us, but we still have choices, unless it kills us instantly. We can choose to forgive. We can choose to learn. Or we can choose to be bitter, angry and afraid. We can choose to pity ourselves the rest of our lives.

          I am no way judging Promise’s actions after her many years of child abuse… That’s a whole lot of conditioning. But it is VERY wrong to say she had no choice at all or that victims have no choice. What that does is further oppress victims who would like to use their own agency to rise above their pasts and show their abusers that they didn’t succeed in crushing them. Many victims have used their experiences to HELP others, to create awareness, to fight against injustices. And many others have used it as an excuse to continue to break others and propagate evil to the next generation. I am sure if asked, Uncle Bill might reveal that he was indeed abused as a child! But did he have a choice about abusing his niece? I think he did!

          Such cop outs as “I had no choice” won’t stand before God who knows all and judges the hearts of all men. God knows at which point Promise chose evil. And I think, at the point that she pulled that awful stunt on her husband, it was clear to everyone that this was no longer a victim acting out, but someone acting in intentional wickedness. But for how long before that had Promise learned wickedness? I’ll leave that for you to speculate.

          Please don’t come and say I am saying what I am not saying. I have shared a story, and my character has shared lessons, after coming to the knowledge of the truth. If you do not agree, that’s fine. But I am not standing as judge on any person who may have had a similar experience as Promise. Rather, this story shows them that there is hope, and that God loves them, no matter what has happened to them, and no matter what they have done… He still loves them and wants to heal and restore them. And that is the message I want everyone to take away from this.

          I will address the other things you said separately.

          Sincerely, Ufuoma.

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        2. Ufuomaee Post author
          You asked:

          “Secondly, how can someone choose evil without knowing what the evil in the first place?”

          I think that is another cop out! Do you know what love is? Can you identify when someone is being loving? When someone is being cruel? At the point that we are able to discern between right and wrong, good and evil, which is an ability God has given to every human being, through our conscience, we are able to choose between life and death and WE DO CHOOSE! Always. We choose to lie, we choose to tell the truth. We choose to run, we choose to fight. We choose to obey, we choose to disobey. But when we stand before God, we cannot tell him that it wasn’t clear…WE CANNOT LIE TO HIM. As we open our mouths, we will judge ourselves…

          “And by this we will know that we belong to the truth, and will assure our hearts in His presence: If our hearts condemn us, God is greater than our hearts, and He knows all things. Beloved, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God” (1 John 3:19-21).

          So stop lying to yourself and stop playing Devil’s advocate. The sooner you are sincere, the better for you.

          Cheers, Ufuoma.

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        3. Ufuomaee Post author
          You said:

          “Having a “high” sex drive does not always equal sex addiction just as consuming significant amounts of alcohol doesn’t equal alcohol addiction.”

          Why don’t you read the story and understand what the story says, rather than presuming that I am ignorant and do not know the difference between an addiction and a high sex drive? You said that I am intelligent (at least you thought so and wrote it down somewhere…), so why don’t you speak with me as if I am?

          Did Promise not say “I wouldn’t have considered myself a sex addict”? So according to Promise’s former perspective, she was in control, and simply had a high sex drive… But she has realised that she wasn’t in control at all!

          Is there a difference between high sex drive and a sexual addiction? Of course. But the verdict is that this girl was so hung up over sex, she ran out on a very good man, and had spent her whole life unable to maintain a platonic relationship, because she was so obsessed with sex.

          Why don’t you open your mind and try to appreciate what I am saying, rather than seeing where you can make a point? You don’t have to win them all. You don’t even have to be right. You are not under attack. The story is not about you or your sister (I hope!).

          Cheers, Ufuoma.

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        4. Ufuomaee Post author
          You wrote:

          “As for Sex vs Lovemaking, you mentioned intimacy and I wonder why. My dear, exposing your genitals(and exchanging body fluids as the case may be) is as intimate as it can ever get.”

          No, I am sorry, that’s not as intimate you can get. That kind of intimacy can happen between a rapist and his victim!

          True intimacy is more than PHYSICAL. Intimacy actually doesn’t begin with physical contact, but with emotional connection. There are many levels of intimacy, including spiritual intimacy. When you are intimate with your partner at every level, there is TRUST and VULNERABILITY that is beyond simply being naked and sexually weak for each other. I don’t know why you would struggle with this or need me to explain the difference.

          If you are content with the idea that sex is sex… I hope your wife will clue you up…if you are ever able to listen to a woman’s perspective. As you say sexual fulfilment is relative, you only need to be concerned about that of your spouse…so no need to dilly dally with this discussion any more.

          Sincerely, Ufuoma.

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        5. Ufuomaee Post author
          You wrote:

          “About the Jesus fantasies… what’s holding me back? CONVENIENCE.
          Christianity, and religion in general, is as sensitive as it is broad. And it’s very hard for me to express my thoughts as well typing from a phone. It’s a most Herculean task. Maybe idea if it were a PC. Besides, we’re already engaged on one of your other Jesus fantasy write ups .”

          After the special time you took to answer me on the other issues, you want to use convenience as your reason for not addressing your beliefs about Jesus? This reads more like a major cop out. One big excuse, which is no excuse at all.

          And besides, you are the one who engaged me on “one of my other Jesus fantasy write-ups”. I neither called your attention to it, nor did I initiate the discussion. And the very interesting thing is that it is also about SEX! It seems to be your major point of contention and concern. It’s really quite sad.

          But that’s your interest, and the thing that sparks the interest of soooo many people, that I felt inspired to write this story about sex gone wrong…and you still don’t get it.

          No problem. I’m sorry it’s not convenient for you to discuss matters that pertain to your salvation and eternity. I’m sorry that you are only concerned about your sexual liberties. I’m just sorry!

          I wish you all the best, and thanks all the same for engaging me.

          Sincerely, Ufuoma.

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  5. Bkd
    I appreciate you admitting two things:
    1. we live in an evil and broken world, evil will inevitable visit u
    2. Most of the time we have a choice.
    What now happens in those “other” times we don’t have a choice?
    Let ne state here that at no time did Promise have a choice.
    I don’t understand how you’d accuse her of choosing evil when it’s very clear that her addiction Is an inherent consequence of her abuse as a child. She’s was damaged from her childhood hence her helplessness. This is like accusing a gunshot survivor (shot on the leg) of choosing to limp.Hell, he can’t help himself from limping just as Pronisw can’t help herself from craving sex. Secondly, how can someone choose evil without knowing what the evil is in the first place? After all, the piece stated categorically that she was unaware of her addiction until after she met Ope. Bearing this in mind, we should be careful about exaggerations when trying to prove a point. Having a “high” sex drive does not always equal sex addiction just as consuming significant amounts of alcohol doesn’t equal alcohol addiction. On the flip side though, most people don’t know they’re addicts until someone gets hurt. What I’m saying is that the piece doesn’t state, in a practical manner how she came to identify her addiction. That Ope didn’t like sex as much as she did, or that she cheated in marriage is not enough to brand her a sex addict. In other words, there are so many factors to consider before blaming the girl. I wouldn’t want to mention them so as not to derail Thisbe conversation but I hope you get my point.

    As for Sex vs Lovemaking, you mentioned intimacy and I wonder why. My dear, exposing your genitals(and exchanging body fluids as the case may be) is as intimate as it can ever get. Everyone would agree that there’s always some form of intimacy involved in every sexual experience, even with heterosexuals and homosexuals alike. Maybe you could help me understand better by giving examples of “intimacy(ies)” exclusive to sex on the one hand, and lovemaking on the other. Could you also elaborate on what you might consider as “sexual fulfillment ” as mentioned in your rebuttal?… because that’s a relative concept. What might be sexually fulfilling to one person may not to another.

    About the Jesus fantasies… what’s holding me back? CONVENIENCE.
    Christianity, and religion in general, is as sensitive as it is broad. And it’s very hard for me to express my thoughts as well typing from a phone. It’s a most Herculean task. Maybe idea if it were a PC. Besides, we’re already engaged on one of your other Jesus fantasy write ups . See you on the other side.
    Cheers.

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  6. Unnecessary
    @ufuomaee wow wow wow!!!! I can’t seem to stop saying wow. I couldn’t even pause to comment on each part. Wow! The depth of Christ’s love you describe makes me jealous of the characters. I want that! Been telling Him all evening. I want to feel His love so tangibly surrounding me. Thank you for posting this. I look forward to the epilogue. BTW, what happened to Tony?
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    1. Ufuomaee Post author
      Nice one! You are a speed reader! I’m glad to read about the impact it had on you… I was going for that and more…

      We’ll find out about Tony on Thursday…or not… :)

      Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts with me. It’s been encouraging!

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