Loving You By Daniel C.Kings

Daniel C. Kings

 

 

 

 

Loving You

By Daniel C. Kings

Copyright 2022 Daniel C. Kings

Smashwords Edition

 

 

 

PREFACE

 

 I wrote this novel to put a pin to what many people have totally ignored or overlooked; God’s sacrificial and never ending love. It should be noted that loving the Lord would never lead you astray or leave you confused. God’s passion for his creation is unfathomable. His love is deep and real. In this novel the lady experienced a lot of tragedies but God’s love was her only resort. God doesn’t leave you in calamity, He is always there every step of the way.

 I also wrote this book to address the reality of MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder). It’s a critical condition which many people are unaware of. Many people who are with MPD or DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder), are with it because of Intense mind control. Many are also unwilling subjects of MK ultra-programing and fight with everything to break free but end up failing. People with this condition should work with a trustworthy therapist and depend completely on God who would turn their life around.

 

 

You Still Love Me

 

I’m broken, my eyes hurt from crying too hard.

I’m torn, my head hurts from all the crippling thoughts.

My ears hurt from the loud noises I hear in my soul. I know

I am a burden, but would you still love me like that?

 

I’m so lonely, I am so sad, but do you still love me like this?

Will you still love me when I can’t find my shadow at night?

When my heart is racing and fear and sorrow seems to plague my days?

 

It feels so dreadful that today is gone and I feel tomorrow doesn’t hold any joy. I’m at my breaking point, will you still love me like this? It does look like I need cleansing but how does it matter, now that I am shut out of my world? Do you still love me?

 

Well, now I can believe, you hold my future, you can cleanse my past.

You are my direction; I will heed to your instructions. And yes, you still love me, no matter what I have gone through God, you still love me.

 

 

 

 

 CHAPTER ONE

  I walked into the church that evening quite befuddled. I had no idea what Segun wanted or why he urgently wanted to see me. I just hoped this meeting was of value. I got to the church right on time, so I sat on a chair in the church but he was nowhere in sight. Being an orphan as far back as I could remember, with no relations or siblings, I had many problems. One of them was being single whilst approaching thirty, another was paying my bills with a low-paying job. The other was losing a lot of money to a lottery game which my friend Becky introduced to me. Having a conversation with Bro Segun was the least of my problems right now.

 I picked up the Bible which lay on one of the chairs. Unknown to him, that was the actual reason for me answering this odd request; I forgot my bible. On no other account, will I ever honor a fixed appointment with this brother in the lord. I decided to kill two birds with one stone and wait patiently for the ‘stories’ he had for me. I never admired him nor did I think he would say anything important. In a short while, I could see the short brother limping across the hall, heading towards my direction. I couldn’t hide my disgust. I didn’t know if he noticed my snarl, because he smiled. Even with my biased mindset, I couldn’t deny that he had a good smile. He sat and then stretched his hand quickly, I received the hand shake. He smiled broadly again and said,

 ``Thanks for honoring my request.”

I put on a very fake smile and said in my mind;

 Bros, I only forgot my bible.

 He coughed repeatedly. I took my time to examine him, he looked very dark skinned and I didn’t like dark skinned men, his height was not even encouraging. He smiled again and then I noticed that he had a very bad set of teeth with big ‘bulging’ lips. Although he had pink colored lips which was an impressive sight to behold, I didn’t admire that large nose and big unattractive eyes. His clothes where neat and properly ironed but he dressed as if he were in the 80s, he wasn’t in vogue. That he had a small Volkswagen car (1994 model) didn’t mean anything to me, or that he lived in an old rented apartment. I just noticed from the look in his eyes that he noticed I wasn’t paying attention. I briefly apologized. He smiled and continued,

“My dear sister, I guess you were so distracted by this beautiful shirt of mine. It was a gift from another sister who now resides in Port-Harcourt.”

 That shirt is a disaster.

He smiled and continued;

``The reason I called you here is because God kept on urging me in repeated visions and dreams to – he told me of the vision he has been showing you.”

“Which is?” I asked,

 Then he narrated a vision which I felt was only known by me. God had showed me a ladder and someone was holding the Ladder for me while I climbed. This vision kept on reoccurring, I was bothered. I never told anybody about this. Then he told me about another personal vision which God showed me where I was walking hand in hand with a stranger in a beautiful garden and the last one where the same person saved me from drowning. I was scared, because I thought I knew what he was going to say next and I never saw the helper’s face while dreaming. He smiled.

 “Don’t be scared my dear sister.” He said.

 Maybe I am just overreacting, it wouldn’t happen.

Then he threw the bomb shell;

 “My dear sister, Kevwe Thomas, the woman with the glory of God, God said I am the man.” and he dropped to his knees;

  “God said I should marry you.”

 I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, shout or run. I just sat there while he quoted all the scriptures about marriage on his knees. Then I realized I had heard enough and burst into a short wicked laughter.

 “You of all people! How can you say this now? Brother Segun, out of all the sisters in the choir why didn’t you pick one that befits your status? What have I done wrong?” I pointed at him in rage. “Look, don’t ever in your life say that rubbish again. I am leaving this church! In fact, I have had enough you, just because you are the prayer leader and can see into other people’s private lives, doesn’t mean you should take advantage of me.”

I took my bag angrily, put my bible inside and stormed out while I turned deaf ears to his pleas.

 As I walked home angrily, I kept putting my hand to my eye as if to push back the tears that were about to run down my cheeks. Today I felt so humiliated. How could Brother Segun of all people want to seek my hand in marriage? What did he take me for, a piece of trash? I concluded I had overstayed my welcome in that church. I swallowed hard and discovered I had almost collided with a tricycle driving along his path. As the man raised some strange curses, I turned the other way, what I had heard today was worse than all that. My phone started buzzing;

 Pastor Matthew Calling

I was at Obalende market and it was quite noisy so I walked into an empty stall which was quieter, but as I tried to receive the call, a thought ran across my mind.

 Your pastor could have orchestrated this meeting.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, not entirely physical, it was more of an emotional turmoil. I stood there watching my phone ring again, while different thoughts ran across my mind.

 Did he know about Bro Segun proposal? Was it a planned work? Was he trying  to marry me off to an old time member?

Then I did something almost impulsively, I received the call;

“Oh Sister Kevwe, I didn’t think you would answer the call”, he said in his husky voice. “I know you might be quite busy, but I felt in my spirit you needed this information.”

 “Yes Sir”, I responded, quite relieved that it wasn’t what I initially thought. 

 “Sister Kevwe, God said that a new package would present itself as a new blessing unto you, but you should think twice before embracing it. Be careful, might lead you away from the presence of God.”

I didn’t understand, but I knew better than to question him.

 “Thank you Sir”

“Also Sister Kevwe, I don’t know if Bro Segun has talked to you about it yet but he told me earlier on concerning his proposal and I know God…”

 I watched myself listen to all his prophetic utterance and all I could feel was disgust but I didn’t say a word. After a while, I just hung up. This was when I received the shock of my life. It was a call from my roommate Becky, and she was screaming;

“Baby, your numbers were correct! You’ve won the lottery; this is good news. You are now the latest millionaire! This is the happiest day ever.”

 

  CHAPTER TWO

 The lottery changed my life. I was able to make some investments and I became so wealthy. I had luxury cars, a big mansion and the money was coming in at a pace that was beyond my control. Then a big shocker come today.

 I was sitting by the pool when Becky walked in. I was quite dazed to see her as I thought she was still in America.

“Come on girl, is this you? “I asked so flabbergasted, my hands were now on my chest. Still not recovering from the shock, I screamed. Soon we were both seated by the edge of the pool, drinking my favourite wine.

“I thought you were still with the man of your dreams.”

 “Oh, that?” She asked and shook her head. She told me about her fiancée, Andrew Wellington. How he was a lying bastard, how he got the green card which he said he got because his father was so wealthy and had multiple connections, but he actually had to marry a very old white lady, who had a thirteen-year-old great grandchild to get it.

“And that was it?” I asked surprised “Did you even give him a second chance?”

Becky shook her head.

“No bae, I won’t, not even in my second life.” She paused and rolled her eyes.

“Look bae, he is so disgusting to me. You know, there is no love anymore. I am done with him.”

 

 Then we began discussing about her fashion line here in Nigeria, and she threw the bombshell;

 “Now here’s is it bae. You know what? I met the famous Sammy Don and guess what he said?”

 I was dumbfounded how I badly wanted to meet such on ‘awesome celebrity.’ At least everybody and the media called him that. He was such an important celebrity. Nearly every girl was dying to take a selfie with him and he also meant the whole world to us, I mean I and Becky of course.

 “Wow! You are so lucky girl, you met Sammy Don? That’s so perfect!”

 “Yea bae. To top it all off, he said he needed an actress who would feature in an upcoming movie. This movie will feature top Hollywood stars, stars like Nana Ray, Alicia Mark, Belinda Harvey and so many hot stars would feature in the movie. Do you know who came into my mind when I heard this?’’

I was clueless, ‘I knew she couldn’t act to save her life’ and I also wondered why Sammy Don could engage her in a discussion like that. He could just pick any of the talented upcoming acts with a flick of the wrist. why was there a need to consult her? Becky smiled, she always knew it when I was puzzled.

 “Yeah dear, I know what you are thinking. We met at a luxury mall in America and then, he was so attracted to my black and white checkered dress which I bought from a popular store in America. He got close to me and whispered “This is dangerously sexy; you are that only bitch who could pull this off besides my ex-wife.” I was quite shocked.

 “Yea babe, my head was about to explode and then he hugged me and said that I had a very raunchy seductiveness inside of me. I don’t know what that really means. Then he spun me around and boom! He started asking me who I knew could feature in his movie.”

 “So what did you tell him!’’ I asked, quite eager.

“Well babe,” Becky paused for a sip of the red wine. “You no say I no fit act now, and I no won fall my hand”

“So wetin you come do?” I asked, knowing fully well that Becky was up to mischief.

“Baby, I told him I have a very beautiful and sexy sister who gave me this dress and who was can act like her life depends on it.” She smiled,

“Who is that?”

“Na you now, no be you talk say acting na your life.” “

 “You dey craze o,” I paused shocked and bewildered. “What did you just do?

“Exactly what I did.”

“Come on, I am not an actress.”

“Come on, you can act.”

“And why do you think so?”  

“Bae I’ve known you to be so interested in acting, in fact, it was your lifelong dream, before you go enter that your yama-yama church.”

“Hey, don’t insult my church.”

“So you still love that church? When Brother holier-than-thou dey chase you up and down as if he won craze.”

“Why not? It’s just that I’ve not gone there now for a long time now, but I’m planning on going back and I’m probably getting married there.”

Becky burst into laughter.

“Anyway, are you accepting this request or not?”

“Babe I’m just scared; I don’t want to get involved with all this drama. Before you came, I was thinking of turning a huge part of my earnings to a church or orphanage and starting afresh with God. You know I’ve lost contact with the Most High and I need to get back and start serving God.”

Becky looked annoyed,

“Look anytime you are ready to consider my request, call me.” She dropped a complimentary card on the table between us.

“Look, that is his card. I am leaving, we’ll talk whenever you are ready.” She zoomed off and left me dazed.

 A week had passed and I had not spoken to Becky, she was mad at me for not agreeing to her request. I tried to put that behind me now, because this was a different atmosphere.

 The church bell chimed and all I could think about was how I love the lord. It was great to come before his presence again, I exclaimed full of joy,

“Hallelujah.”

It had been a long time since I had left the church but it was pretty much the same. I even loved it more because of is restored all the sweet memories I once had in the church. I did remember how much ecstasy I felt in the choir, giving my all for Christ. I wanted it again I wanted to ‘burn’ for Christ again. I wanted to ‘burn’ in love with my brother and sister in Christ, I wanted the oneness I felt, the vision of love and hope. I wanted all the power of praise and righteousness. I wanted to bask in his glory, I wanted to live in his light, I desired him, I desired my brethren, I desired love.

 I walked over to the choir stand, with joy and hopes of being accepted again, just as Jesus in a bid to recover his lost sheep, he left the 99 and chased after one. I thought I would get accepted, but I got the shock of my life when Rachel, a choir member snapped.

“Don’t sit here!” She pouted and murmured to herself “Harlot, husband snatcher…” I was still trying to understand what she meant when the choir leader came and told me to my face after shoving me disrespectfully.

“We’ve heard your story and this church is not for rotten sinners like you.”

I was almost in tears now. I left the choir stand and walked over to the back where a single seat was available, for the entire church was filled up already.

“Hey!” An usher called out rudely. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Excuse me,” I said quite confidently.

“That seat is for anybody else, you have to stand. Just because you came with a very expensive 2020 land Range Rover sport car, doesn’t mean you are entitled to a seat here.” He later murmured to himself, “Husband snatcher.”

My eyes welled up in tears, but I wiped my tears quickly before they could roll down my cheeks. I decided to stand for Christ. The sermon started and it was by Pastor Paul, it was quite harsh.

“…You know; uncleanliness is now found in the church.” As he continued to preach, I felt dirty.

Was I qualified to be in God’s presence?

Before I knelt down in forgiveness, the pastor’s eyes met mine and he looked at the church with authority and displeasure.

“I know there’s a prostitute in here who makes her money by sleeping around with wealthy married men. See, God would destroy you. There’s no forgiveness for you, you will die within 21 days…”

 That was all I needed to hear, before I walked out of the church entered my Range Rover and sped off. If I was going to die without God forgiving me then let me make the wrong decision. I almost had an accident because I was crying all through.

“Why are they treating me like this, I am not a prostitute”.

I cried all the way home till I found my way to my big soft bed, and cried myself to sleep.

 

 

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At 12am, Midnight, Becky called me;

“Hello love.”

“Hi,” I said

“Baby what is it? You sound so worried or were you crying all night?

“Baby I’m done; I am tired of being--”

“…Of being what?”

“Babe I can come if you want, in fact if that’s what I would do. I’m coming over right now.”

“Don’t worry, I’m just in one of my moods, I would get over it.”

“Okay love. Anyway, would you meet with Sammy Don for me?

“Yes I’ll. Right now, I will do anything for you.”

 

   CHAPTER THREE

 Here we were in Becky’s Prado Jeep and I was acting like an unsettled kitten.

“Darling what’s the problem?” Becky asked, probably noticing my demeanor. I looked at her, my eyes filled with tears.

“Baby I don’t know if what I’m doing it’s right, they say the secular entertainment industry has a dark side. What if I really die in 21 days?”

Becky laughed.

“Be afraid of nothing, the entertainment industry is like the holy of holies, compared to that demon-infested church you call a home.”

Becky patted me and gave me hope with her encouragement. Soon we were in the large house, it was very luxurious. I mean it looked far more expensive than my mansion. It had fleet of cars, about a hundred. It had many pools (I could count it from afar). The house was really a mega mansion and it sort of thrilled Becky. I saw the look in her eyes, she now said with pride,

“This is a billion-dollar mansion. I am so glad I am in Sammy Don’s house.”

I was quite surprised, but before I could say anything, the gate automatically opened and we were welcomed by this smiling man, who kept winking deliberately at Becky. I didn’t think they had anything going on though.

“He told me all about you,” He said to us. “Anyway let me take you to a waiting room,” he said. Soon we both hopped on his little car. The house was so large with quite a few buildings that one had to drive his way around it. I did think Sammy Don’s was rich, but not this filthy rich. This form of ostentatious living scared me. Why would he ‘throw’ away all this money to build a mini “heaven” all for himself. As I was thinking, Becky and the driver had already started on big weird conversation, I got in half way.

 “So why can’t we go and see him now?” Becky asked

The man spoke in hushed tones,

“He is hosting some crazy people” Becky seemed all wild and interested all of a sudden.

“What is that baby?”

The man scratched the back of his head and murmured something to Becky. I think I heard it clearly

“A sexy party,”

“Sexy party? Can we join?”

“It’s a wild orgy, with all sexualities considered.”

 Now that was a red flag for me. I didn’t want to be working for someone who was into all that nonsense. I was getting quite erratic at the moment I thought I screamed.

Stop this car and get me out of here! I don’t want this filthy luxury or weird Orgy. I’m for Christ and I don’t care if the world ends right now, I’m going to stand for him forever. This is my final words, let’s get out of here now Becky!

But I managed to keep silent and not say any of this. It was like I was under some form of hypnosis. Becky was so wild and horny and she started asking if we were invited and the man was stern; he told her we were nobodies and we had to be in the sitting room, till he could come and join us.

The last words I managed to tell Becky in her ear before we got to the waiting room was

“Becky let’s get out of here.”

 

 Suddenly, I felt God hands touch me, I looked into his eyes and I felt his love radiate all over me, I was scared but he said in the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard.

      “Fear not.”

  I wondered how he could read my thoughts, and why I could still stand

before him. Maybe I wasn’t thinking too deeply about this, because, all of a sudden I was in smiling broadly and dancing with Jesus. I felt his hand, I could still fill the wound from the cross.

      “I did it for you.”

As tears rolled down my cheeks, he kissed it dry. I didn’t feel like a sinner anymore, I didn’t feel rotten as the church had made feel a while ago, I didn’t feel abandoned as I had cried my eyes out alone in my bedroom. I didn’t feel dejected as I thought I was, I didn’t…

      “Kevwe, come on.”

I woke up, it was a dream. I just discovered I had slept off at the waiting room.

      “He’s here to see us, come on.”

 I followed her sheepishly and convinced myself that I was just overthinking all these, and I was just being a fanatic and it was not real. After giving myself a dose of ‘sheepish sermons’, I followed her with all smiles and we went down an elevator.

Becky was so happy; I was surprised because nothing was particularly exhilarating in the elevator. She kept saying to herself,

      “We’re going to see the dude who wears designers worth millions, spend millions recklessly and dine with famous billionaires.”

I just had to shut my ears because I was fed up with all her drama.

After short while, the doors opened and we walked to a man whose back was turned to us. He looked quite muscular and his skin glowed. When he turned to face us, Becky screamed. It was Sammy Don. I wondered if she screamed when she first met him at the mall. She kissed him by the cheek and started complementing him about his looks, and she gave him a hug that seemed endless. I sighed.

Give me a break

 The dude didn’t even look as good as he did behind cameras, he was nothing spectacular. He looked at Becky smiling, I didn’t even adore his smile. It wasn’t that he was not good looking but he seemed to me so overrated. I didn’t know why girls were always going wild in all his public appearances or why guys were madly in love with him.

      “Hello Angel.” He said, catching me unawares. I just realized that I had been lost in thoughts the whole time and Becky has been staring at me like I lost my mind.

I tried to smile to please Becky.

      “Mr. Handsome,” I managed to say. “How has your day being?” I knew I really had to work so hard mentally, to put forth those words because I never meant any of it. He smiled and felt more comfortable then he winked.

“I just came straight outta hell baby.” He said and when he saw my grimace, (because I hated him cursing around me) he smiled faintly and continued

“But just looking at you, I’ve found my heaven.”

I didn’t know how he did it, but immediately he said those words, my heart melted. I went crazy in love; I didn’t know what hit me but I just fell in love. He seemed to read my mind he looked deep in my eyes and said,

“My love, can we go for walk?”

 I followed him ‘wholeheartedly’. He seemed so interested in me and he asked me so many things about himself. We still exchanged contacts even though I had his number, but he later said it was his personal contact. It was getting dark already and how time flew, we were by the pool and there he told me about his love life, how his “girl” left him and broke his heart because she never truly loved him and how she was very ostentatious. I felt so sorry for him, I was beginning to get closer to him all of a sudden. The cool breeze blew my hair, suddenly I was nervous, so nervous that I couldn’t understand what made me shiver; if it was the cold in the air or my pounding heart which was struck by love. I didn’t even know what I was thinking anymore, it was like I was bewitched. I couldn’t pray, couldn’t cry, couldn’t pause.

Is this true love?

I didn’t find the answer to this question. I could sight Becky afar off and I knew something creepy was about to happen, had I been set up.

In a speed of lightning, I could see him going down on his knees.

“Could I just be crazy for some seconds?” I nodded, I had no clue of what he was up to.

“I promised my dying mum that any girl who looked into my eyes and my love for her made me cry…” I could see tears falling down his face.

 “…I would make her my wife.”

I could see Becky a distant a way smiling and crying, what was happening? what was all this for? My head was spinning.

“I told Becky I wanted you, I have been following you for a while now, Becky showed me your pictures a weeks ago and I discovered you were the one.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, but I really didn’t feel like talking now, I wanted him to go on and on about his love for me, I was sedated and he was my drug.

Then I saw what was like the silhouette of a cameraman with the lights,

Is this a movie?

He brought out something that looked like ring box. My heart was racing.

This is not a movie

 “Will you marry me?”

“I – I” I wanted to slap him so hard till he lost his hearing, but I did something crazy instead, I held his face in my hands and he looked so handsome, as his eyes glistened with tears, then I said the abominable,

“Yes I will, it’s crazy – but I will marry you like my life depends on it, Sammy Don.”

 

  CHAPTER FOUR

 

 I didn’t want to wake up, because I had just passed out in Becky’s room. I hoped everything was a dream, as I wrapped my myself with the sheets and pretended to be asleep. Becky kept on hitting me,

“Wake up Rukevwe! Wake up dear, your name it is in all the papers.”

I sat up stunned, like I had just been jolted by electricity. Lo and behold there they were, the three most popular newspapers in our country. My name was everywhere; it was all about this beautiful girl, getting married to this wealthy super star. All of a sudden, I felt like a princess ready to explore her world.

Everything was happening so fast.

“Well Sammie just sent you 50 million naira, so we can do a quick shopping for your new celebrity status. As for the wedding gown, I have already selected it, it will be shipped from Germany this week. “Becky smiled. “I hope all these is not driving you crazy.”

I am already crazy babe! One more word would make me mad.

Becky saw the look on my face and she started laughing at me. I guess she wasn’t in my shoes that was why it was hard for her to understand. She said in a soft tone,

“Well, babe you have got a date with Sammy Don tonight. He would pick you up by 8pm. He needs to show you some love and you don’t have to worry about your wedding, because I and one of the best wedding planners have got you covered.”

I nodded and turned to pray. Becky shrugged.

“No time for that sis. Your limo is arriving in an hour’s time.”

I frowned “My limo?” Becky smiled.

“It’s your limousine. This is a new gift from your husband with a white chauffer”

I was getting quite dizzy again but I managed to get up.

“Okay babe let me go get dressed up, it’s time for shopping.”

      

 Shopping with Becky was a whole lot of fun, yet it was really stressful, Becky made me change into a lot of clothes because she wanted the best for me. She loved so many colours, but she picked dresses with butterflies for me over and over again, she said it made me look like a monarch butterfly. I just laughed and told her am a human being. She wasn’t surprised by all the attention people gave to us, but I was particularly thrilled. I was treated like a goddess figure and I loved it.

      When we got home, I was so exhausted. I wanted to relax but Becky wouldn’t let me for she went on and on.

      “Here’s what this article is saying about you.... Do you know this  celebrity saying about you? Well you should…”

I just nodded and smiled. It was so silly when the media had to make up a story that I’ve been dating him for five years now. The news can be a scam.

I was so hungry, so Becky ordered pizza for me. Then I slept off and dreamt a very long meaningless dream. Sammy Don called me some hours after I woke up and he made me feel like a goddess. He called me his butterfly and the love of his life. He had a long chat, Becky was green with envy the whole time, I couldn’t believe I was in love, so soon. Love’s the sweetest thing ever.

      It was 6:30pm already and I was trying to turn on the shower, I was in the bathroom. I needed to look my best for him. Then I heard a voice so loud.

      “My Daughter”

It got me scared, nobody was in the bathroom with me, but I could hear the voice clear as if I was with someone. I got all defensive

  Could it be that someone was playing tricks on me?

      “I don’t know who you are, but I am not listening.” I held my self behind the shower curtain.

“My Love.”

The voice began to make me understand I had a calling, I had a purpose, I had a ministry I should go back to my first love, I should go back to God I should leave this behind. I couldn’t even resist it. I really wanted to obey but I didn’t know how to, I felt so trapped. I felt like an animal in a cage. Soon, after a quick shower, I was back to Becky weeping and telling her what I just heard she smiled and patted me.

 “Look it’s not a problem”, She sighed “You are just being out of it, she cuddled me. “It has happened to me before,” Becky lied. “All you need is some rest and you will be okay.” She wiped my tears. “We sometimes get scared and begin to hear voices. They are voices of evil spirits; they want to take away the joy of tonight. So let us get up and get ready, for tonight is going to be fun.”

 She offered me some alcohol, even though I didn’t like it, I drank it just to make her happy. I was allowed to sleep for forty-five minutes.

 When I woke up I felt like throwing up. I went to the bathroom and did just that, my eyes hurt, Becky massaged me and told me how beautiful I was and then she gave me a kiss and all my sadness became past. She was really an angel.

 It took us nearly three hours to get dressed, Becky made me up for so long and I felt like Barbie and when I was done, I felt a kind of confidence like I was some slay queen. The gown I wore was quite revealing but I didn’t have a problem with that because Becky’s gown was so skimpy I felt like the innocent one.

The limo picked us up at exactly 7:30 pm, Becky was so busy taking us videos for social media, she was so thrilled we will be using my limousine. I cared less, all I wanted was to be loved, and so far I was enjoying the ride and Becky made me fill loved.

We arrived at what seemed like a five-star hotel in Victoria Island I was shocked. When we alighted, Becky felt so excited. She hurriedly told me:

 “He says here’s the best place for you guys.”

I felt like a royal princess when a handful of celebrities at the red carpet waved at me. They were some press people around and they were taking shots and all. I didn’t know why they were around but Becky quickly told me it was a celebrity dinner event and that it was strictly by invitation. I was really mesmerized. Becky was long gone before I could say anything; she was posing for the cameras. I felt someone nudge me and I saw Belinda Harvey.

 Oh my F**king God

I nearly screamed, but she read my mind and said while smiling,

“Shut up bae you’re one of us.”

 She gave me a hug and told me to follow her, I didn’t care about Becky anymore, I just wanted to obey. I felt I had no other choice than to obey her.

 What I thought was going to be a formal and England style dinner ended up to be a wild party but some people were seated and having quiet fun. She led me to their table and introduced me to all this crazily perfect a list celebrity, I was overwhelmed. I even saw some foreign celebrities. Then Belinda Harvey called me to a corner and told me.

“Look, each of these celebrities paid twelve million naira to be here with their friends so stop acting like a scared caterpillar and start acting like a big figure, be bold.” I nodded in agreement. Then she told me other things I needed to know and showed me the grand table. She wasn’t even allowed to sit there. Suddenly I saw the love of my life, Sammy don and his foreign friends which included some of the wealthiest men in the continent. I tried my best to act bold, but I felt so shy and awkward, I started feeling the need for Becky.

      Becky where the hell are you?

Soon I sat beside my darling Sammy Don and he whispered to me how I was so sweet and he was touching me so nicely, I soon forgot I was before some of the richest men and I felt like I knew them all my life. He then introduced to them, just by their names without any title, it took a while to get comfortable with that but I shook them. They all seemed boring not like the way they were portrayed on TV, but I didn’t care, all I cared was about Sammy Don now. He was a crown in the whole event I asked him why he whispered into my ears.

      “Today it’s my birthday. I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I frowned but he did something surprising, he kissed me in front of everybody. The press wasn’t allowed inside, but people were taking pictures. I was so shy, he then whispered into my ears.

“Kiss me back, make it a long passionate kiss” so I obeyed.

As for the rest things that happened after that night, I couldn’t remember a thing, but Becky told me later that the event lasted for approximately six hours.

      I woke up the next day feeling drugged and tired Becky told me that I had been drinking too much so I fell into a deep sleep. I didn’t know what to believe anymore, so I believed her.

Then Becky came into the room after having her shower and what she told me shocked me.

      “We’ve changed plans; your wedding is today.”

I felt she was lying so I started laughing and then Becky showed me the delivery message that my wedding gown was already here. I was infuriated and shocked at the same time, but I felt too weak to argue. In a short while, the house was filled with people who were going to dress me up and prepare me for today. I couldn’t handle all these. So they made me feel like “zombie” and I succumbed to their wishes.

The wedding was scheduled by 3:00pm strictly by invitation, I was flown to London that morning with Sammy Don and the crew in his private jet.

When we arrived at the wedding I saw all the foreign figures and it made me cry, I felt my life was just about to be the biggest in history. Sammy don held me closer and told me over and over again that he loves me and he said to me,

      “This is our royal wedding.”

I soon embraced all the goodness; my perfect royal appearance and soon-to-be happy home. I was to marry one of the most popular influential men in the world in a magical wedding. I now listened to the preacher’s words,

“Do you take this man…”

 After the long speech I burst into tears in the star studded party. I didn’t know why but I cried so bitterly then everybody began cheering me and I saw a tear in Sammy Don’s face too. All of a sudden, I felt so bold again, if Sammy Don would weep for me then it meant he really loved me. So with all the courage I could sum up I said,

“I do.”

 Then we kissed, I felt I loved him more and I belonged here, I didn’t want anything to do with God, or Becky or my uncle and aunt. I just wanted only one person in the world. SAMMY DON.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 It’s been two years now, my life being married to Sammy Don seemed like heaven, I became so famous. I was tagged with many awards like ‘The woman of the year’ award, ‘The best dressed female’ and so many others. Sammy Don had had a new reality TV show and I was part of it. Though it was entirely scripted, I still loved it. One evening I was sitting in a hotel in Victoria Island, with my husband and he lay on my lap while I rubbed his hairy chest. Besides him, was a glass of burnt cigarette we both smoked now, he told me it was meant to keep us warm whenever life’s struggles made shiver. He spoke in his husky voice,

“Darling,”

“Yes Love,” I said.

“I want you to be the queen now.”

I smiled and thought it was another compliment, maybe he was enjoying my presence. We were taking a month off to get to spend time together and he wanted us to stay in a hotel.

“Thanks babe.”

“Don’t you understand?” He sat up angrily, I was confused.

 What is making him to act like this?

He stood up and began clenching his fist. He walked towards to the glass and picked a bottle of Alcoholic Wine.

“C’mon Sammy you are acting crazy,” I blurted out.

“SHUT UP!” He screamed at me, “Don’t you ever call me crazy.” He started making me worried, then frightened. I had never seen him behave like this or have this look on his face. Then he did something weird, he smashed the bottle on the wall and started behaving erratic, calling me names, calling me a ‘no-talent-empty head.’ He started saying I was a lifeless slave, that my best friend Becky sold me to ‘them’. That she was working for the Network and he needed a wife with a traumatic childhood that could be immensely controlled for the people he was working for. All these really frightened me and it made me cry and I started shedding tears. He told me to shut up and I screamed, then he began to hit me I struggled with him but he was more powerful. Then he dragged me on the floor to an empty room and locked me in and as he started loosening his belt, that was all I could remember. I had flashes of images of me shivering in a dark lonely place and kept hearing these words from a hypnotic voice.

“Go over the Rainbow.”

I was standing behind the automatic calendar as I watched days pass I paused, was I dreaming? Or was I wide awake?

 

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 It’s been two weeks now and all I could remember was staying in this scary old room and someone saying

      “Go over the rainbow.”

I really needed help. I had just gone through water and food deprivation. I also had this marks on my body, I think I have gone through series of torture and electro shock. What happened to me all that while? Then I started to remember things that happened in my past, I had gone through series of torture by Sammy and his cohorts the night of our wedding and even before that. They had been using me for what I call ‘various experiments,’ these experiments involved intense trauma. I also remembered Becky was there at times while I was being tortured but she did nothing. I now found myself in new laundered clothes and I felt so disoriented. I was still in the hotel trapped. Suddenly, I began to hear God speak to me,

      “Leave.”

 I had to open this door somehow. The room appeared to be an old kitchen, I could see old pipes that were no longer in use and then I noticed small cylinder, and after removing it, I held it up. I could hear water running and a humming, I was sure my husband was bathing. Then the door opened, a stranger walked in he was definitely Sammy Don’s bodyguard and with the speed of lighting I struck him with the gas cylinder. I didn’t know where I got that strength from but all I know was that I had fled and I was panting. When the receptionist saw me, I quickly greeted her and walked out. Then I ran across the road, it wasn’t a really busy road. I stopped at a junction, I was so exhausted. Then I heard a sound and I shuddered. Someone had opened the gate; I was standing before someone’s house. There were three guys who actually come out. One of them was dark another was fair skinned and the third looked like an expatriate.

 I was in a rich but very quiet neighborhood. The white guy spoke to the Ebony skinned guy,

“Isn’t she sexy?” The dark skinned guy asked his friend smiling.

“This babe looks familiar, but if it be all those runs girls in need of guy when dey ready.”

The fair skinned guy looked at me mischievously and asked them.

“Make we tell am say we go pay for one night?”

I shuddered and was scared already, then I heard a male voice opposite us,

“She’s my sister”

 It was a very fair skinned guy that spoke these words, he looked innocent and he wore a modest apparel unlike those guys. The guys looked on at us in disdain and said nonchalantly

“Make we dey go jo”

 I walked up to this man to thank him for what this man had done for me, it was an empty road and they could have done anything to me, but as I thanked him he smiled and had a strange expression on his face one I could not understand he quickly said

“God says you feel hopeless, but I have come to restore you, come in.”

 The day was dark already I didn’t know where I was again and I had no money or anything with me he was my only hope, I followed him. He sat me down and offered me a glass of water and told me of how God loved me he said he was led to me; I was a sister to him already. He looked like an angel

Is he an angel?

Then he told me to feel at home. I didn’t feel alone anymore. I felt I moved from hell to heaven. Then those flashing images began to plague my head. I told him all I saw and he said he had handled patients. I passed the night in a guest room. I learnt he had a niece who lived with him, she was about nine years old. His parents, his relations and wife had died in a plane crash on their way to a family reunion and it was a similar case to mine. He was one out of ten survivors on the airplane, had so many scars that were healing, I told him many things about me

I learnt his name was Moses and he was a Christian psychotherapist and began to tell me to be careful of whoever was my guardian (I didn’t tell him he was my husband) and he told me survivors of abuse and what they had gone through it was creepy. Then he left for the day and told me I should watch over little sister who was fun to be with.

 Mariam was a genius; she knew so much for her age. Her both parent had kicked the bucket yet she didn’t act worried, she kept on saying,

“God knows everything. This earth is temporary.”

 

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I stood at the podium the crowd were seated, some were pretty excited others were anxious and grumbled because they were there for hours. It was a 10,000 Seater stadium. I felt so little, yet so strong.

I didn’t know how to express my heart anymore, it was required that you had to do a rehearsal prior to the stage climb, I had done multiple rehearsals, but I felt so scared. Then I heard someone scream from the crowd,

“We love you!”

It was then I realized I was loved by God, who loved me through his Son and through his creation. I summoned up courage and I began to narrate the reality of the industry that I found myself in, the secret lifestyle of the famous, the hell we called “heaven”. I cried when I told them of my experiences with my ex-husband who nearly ruined my existence, especially how I was not consciously aware that I was being used as a drug mule and a sex slave to the rich billionaires. I didn’t end it there. After the dreadful experiences, I told them there was someone who loved them and was ready to set them free from any entanglement and that his name was Jesus. I also told them how God sent me Moses who became my husband. He was a miracle and he came to wipe away my tears.

Every evening he would sit down and educate me on survivors of the abuse and would perform a therapy. The therapy was long and sometimes exhausting, but it made me remember all the hideous things my husband did to me, sometimes it was so terrifying that I would beg to continue no more. He kept telling me it was for the best and really I was recovering I didn’t feel like a million people I felt I was becoming normal again, he mentioned I was under an MK ultra-programming that made like an obedient slave, but now I was free from that sad life. I told them if any of them were under anything similar to such control, God could give them a life of happiness. I told them how real Multiple Personality Disorder was and how millions were going through it. I told them how Becky was transferred to a mental hospital now and how my ex-husband committed suicide as programmed by his handler.

The speech ended and the crowd was so enlightened and happy they all stood up and clapped. Back stage, Moses held unto me and whispered into my ears,

 “You did it.”   

 

I hugged him tightly and felt so excited. I had once fallen in love with the wrong desires of the world and the wrong system. Now I know nothing was taking me back. For my greatest achievement was loving God, As Moses walked me down the hall, I said so loud in my head.

  I made the greatest decision, loving you.