ADDICTED!!!!!!

ADDICTED!!

 My friend came to my apartment that evening and began to tell me her SEX STORY. As she sat on the seat opposite mine,and told me the subject she wanted to tell me about.

I felt kind of uncomfortable but I just sat there as a good listener should. I saw a sincere different person like I had not known her all through the years of our friendship. I did a good job at hiding my true expression of what I felt about what she was telling me.

She started by saying that at the age of 10 , her uncle used to abuse her sexually , the terrible act continued for some years until a particular afternoon when her mum, caught  the monster Uncle fiddling with her.

She said : “mum was deeply hurt but kept it secret, and made me understand that it was a devilish act that I should not allow anyone try with me again”.

Her mum prayed for her almost everyday and counseled her, so she overcame the shame and fear but deep down in her, she always felt there  was no dignity remaining in her body.

So when she left her mum for the higher institution, she met several guys who wanted to have love affairs with her, was all out for the sex.

She got tired of it all and She decided to do sex charity,(at that point of the gist , I had burst into a loud laughter and was grasping to give her attention) to her many boyfriends, in her mind: she always felt , what was left to keep after the whole Uncle saga.

She gave it to any guy she dated without much persuasion. But the life-span of the sudden sexual craze lasted for about 3yrs when she had a rethink of the mess she was giving room to.

At those moments of her life, she began to ask herself simple questions like “who really owns my body? Is it I or those that felt like touching it or doing anything they liked with it? Why do I just sit there thoughtlessly and allow strange people fiddle with my precious body?

These questions stormed her mind night after night, and day after day. She had sleepless nights thinking about it. She had always thought the body what to be played with or enjoyed by a 2nd person.

But all those disturbing questions began to haunt her like a ghost. That alone made her discard one after the other,her sexual partners. She began to hate on her Uncle who started it and all other men she had been with. Blamed herself for all that had happened all through the years.

She felt so bitter about it all and decided to go to the only place she always felt relieved- the temple. She went and knelt in front of the altar and cried profusely.

On her way back home from church- as she was about crossing a major road that led to her apartment ,a guy approached her and asked if He could have a piece of her breast, she was totally shocked and dumbfounded, that despite her obviously decent outfit, someone could still be so insane. She discarded the guy’s mis-yarn , as she was used to that.

She concluded it was time to start getting back her dream body by stoping the illegal transactions that had been going on on it since she was 10years. She decided to stop being bitter about what her uncle did , and accept his years-old request for forgiveness.

She thought to herself: who was really loosing? If there was to be a frequency reduction as to how those parts were being tampered with, would it be a profit or loss? Now it was time to stop and change for good.

Although, It was hell driving her sexual partners away, the stubborn ones pestered but she was really determined to chase them one after another .She finally detached from them all(With a feeling of relief,I  sighed at that point).

My friend was able to stay with the new proposition for some months until she started feeling the urge to have sex again.

She did her research and discovered that the frequent urge was normal and was as a result of years of being sexually active. She checked on the internet of ways of getting herself off the urge and found a method ( what again ?!!! I thought to myself).

The day she wanted to start touching herself to relief the urge. It felt really wrong too, so she kept rocking her mind on what to do, she said to herself, “I must figure out another way of helping my body” but a voice in her head interrupted her and said “it’s not your body”, never heard anything like that before : she asked “so whose body is it?

 The voice answered “the function of ownership lies with the question of creation”..after that she kept pondering on what the voice said. She was so astonished.

So she remembered one of the books her mum bought for her when she was leaving for school. Her mum told her the book had all answers to any sex question.

She searched the house for the book and found it eventually, She dropped the book on her study table. The book had many chapters in it, how was she going to know which part of the book to check for the precise answer she needed. She sat and stared at it for few hours before she could open it.

The strange  voice kept saying faintly to her: “open it”, you’ll see! Then she flipped to the first arm of the book.

She saw what caught her eyes which said..”no matter how filthy your body used to be , God can help you clean it up and dwell in it”….

She pondered on this for a while and flipped on another that said.

“If only you can give God chance, he will erase your past totally”

And she kept flipping and flipping, and all the answers were rolling in. Another tip from the book said ” God is the owner of your body, and He alone wants to dwell in it, and he can’t dwell in an unholy place…

The book totally transformed her life, She felt better and fresher. Having Jesus dwell in her. Good and sweet feeling she said. She added, “no time to waste any more time with nonentities, I had learnt the hard way”. I (the faithful listener) stood there for over 15 minutes, not uttering a word to her. I just gave her a warm hug and said to her, “you are safe now baby.