The sun was calm with a general sense of stillness. The night was far spent, yet it shone so weakly like a malnourished child maltreated by a wicked stepmother. As Destiny(a cousin) and I strode along the way home from market, I couldn’t help the smile that came to my lips and I spread the whole feeling of excitement over me as I fed my eyes with the city paranoiac view. “Its good to be here in Enugu again”, I muttered.

The road became very busy,drivers of long trucks with high shrill voices were carried away singing as much as they wanted while veins stood on end on traders necks their foreheads glistening with sweat, a typical day at the market. Continue reading

a KING WiTh foUr WIVeS

“…behind the bars of irrational neglect true worth is barely found”

Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives.

He loved the 4th wife the most and adored her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.

He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.

The King’s 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her!

One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, I now have four wives with me, but when I die, I’ll be all alone.”

Thus, he asked the 4th wife , “I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I’m dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No way!”, replied the 4th wife, and she walked away . without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.

The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, “I loved you all my life. Now that I’m dying,will you follow me and keep me company?”

“No!”, replied the 3rd wife. “Life is too good! When you die, I’m going to remarry!” His heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, “I have always turned to you for help and you’ve always been there for me.

When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you out this time!”, replied the 2nd wife. “At the very most,I can only walk with you to your grave.”

Her answer struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated. Then a voice called out: “I’ll go with you. I’ll follow you no matter where you go.”

The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was very skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the King said, “I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!”

In truth, we all have the 4 wives in our lives:

Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.

Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power pleasures of the world.

However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us where ever we go.Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of us that will follow to the throne of God and continue with us throughout Eternity.

Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.
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More than any other girl I have ever laid my eyes on, there was something so different about this particular one.
The attraction was so much but I assure you it was not the beauty. This one felt like it reflected from my inside, a split image of what my missing rib would feel like, so all defenses were gone; I got close and we started spending time, with time I got so used to her and then gave all my heart-in, perhaps my first mistake because that was where my hurting began and it was more than I could take.
I came to visit her on one occasion and discovered she had something I clearly recognized belonged to a one time friend of mine, in her bedroom. The fact that she not only denied but also blamed me for no good reasons when I tried to confront her seemed less disheartening to the choice she made when she told me she just chose him against me.
See that is just the beginning of my story, but I loved this girl so much at the time that all she did really hurt, but I could neither get close nor let go, so I just watched from a distance hoping the dude would slip up and then I could show her just how much a mistake she had been making. Years passed and I still tried baking cakes to remember our anniversaries and on one of those days, I cried so much I almost drowned in my own tears so I promised myself never to hurt that much again.
Being the smartest guy alive, I started on a perfect plan to win her back.
The more apart we were though, the stronger her bond with the other guy who was so shameless and annoying, he treated her like filth and not like the queen she was but always had a way to lure her on with lies, well I was always sincere, poor me. See I am not taking this personal but I know him well enough; he is just doing this to get to me and it is working. He was my friend and he knows how much I love and cherish her.
Hold on, if at this point you have not realized that she is to blame or you are insisting that I have not suffered enough, you should go back and read between the lines, I have had to narrate this story of heart break and this girl still complains that I do not understand her decisions, well I guess I am that dumb.
Do not judge me, but I got close to a friend of hers who I told to help in a way, return her friend’s heart back to me. Do not guess, she also went dark side and her own story even seemed worse than that my friend who snatched the only person I would ever love from me. This girl actually went ahead to connive with my friend to keep the love of my life bound in that stupid relationship.
I soon realized that it seemed somewhat of a thousand years in my eyes as I watched the days go by so I made a decision to go all in, if I would fight, cheat or even die in the process I was going to get her back.
You want to know if it went right. #coughs# okay I would explain and then leave you to decide if it worked or not.
We actually got engaged, stay with me, got married and I thought that was it, I won in the end. Then something came up, I had to leave her to go abroad, build a house and then I can come and get her so she would come join me. Before you say I left too soon and judge me, I actually left her with all she would ever need, and thank God for communication, we found a way to always stay in contact. I just wanted to take her to a place where I would have her all to myself.
Now the heart break, so great it grates my whole being when I think about it. Call me obsessed but I also left cameras in all places to know how she is doing, so no hurt can come to her…. But the things I see, the things I see flows from diverse ill habits and adultery from one day to another, do you want to guess who she was sleeping around with?
Well she is not always the worst kind of girl anyways from my own observations, I have seen her get really determined to keep herself in our relationship, but then it is either her friend comes in again or she just slides back to her former lover forgetting she was married.
I desire all of her, please do not judge her because you do not have the right, I am the one she has been hurting, my father even got to know about all I have been going through, I am done with my preparations but I do not know how I can bring her to my father now that he is not pleased with her ways, I know He would ask me how we were doing and I never lie.
I would go soon and I hope she would even be faithful when I arrive, this story would not be well told even if it was sang by two people in a duet, so I write to you from outside earth, I know my girl is not wicked, I love her, I just wish she would stop feeling insecure and remain with me, realize I am coming back, that is all I want, to have her all to myself. My own missing rib, my own image, but now I see her through broken mirrors, it hurts, and it hurts badly, with tears in my eyes, blood on my palms, forgiveness in my heart…. Since you have so much neglected my voice, now I have decided to write to you instead….. I am just an oracle and the narrator is my master, so this is most likely what His relationship story with you would be, if Christ was a poet.
By Njoku Uchechi