DIARY OF THE OTHER WOMAN


My name is Sarah, not the mother of Isaac or the wife of Abraham, but the mother of an abomination and the wife to fornication. It wasnt as though I derived pleasure in it, cause just like some of you, I was bathed in religion and engraved with the teachings of truth or rather doctrines. I knew the ten commandments like the back of my palms, and I could quote the scriptures like the alphabet. I was taught to Fear God and to avoid the Do Not, so far I was the child they wanted.
I stayed true to teachings and rebuked the devil, becasue as far as I knew, my family had an issue with him. He was the one who held their finance, broke their health and spoilt their plans, so there was an ever raging war for us and the devil.
When I moved to progress in the field of knowledge, I got stucked with limitations and so I called God, but it seemed he had other things to attend to, probably He had Pst Adeboye's call to take or Pst Segun's plea to listen to, so my call was always waiting and then it moved to diverted and then switched off.
I said not to worry, He will call me back, but He never did. He didn't return my messages as every word written in his book became blurry and began to make no sense. There was no sweetness in his love songs but I had to maintain the relationship, You know I looked like a Love lorn.
So when Mr James came to the scene, he splashed my want with love and gave me all the attention I wanted. I saw the ring in his hand and I knew he belonged to another. I struggled to refrain from him but my problems pushed me towards him. I tried to remember the Do Not but all I heard was Why Not. So I was forced to do it, just once I said but I sank deep. I took his love from his woman amd caused her pains at night. My mind wanted to say FORNICATION but all I could hear was have FUN NO SHAME.
Thus I became the other woman, I took him from the rightful one. She came to fight, but not with her God but with her strength, and each time she failed, I took him in closer until she lost him.
To be continued.....
Fav poet.

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