The Wrong Move.
This day, I was home in the early evening when she came by and asked if I could accompany her to see a friend, my mum naturally agreed. So off we went and we chatted about everything from what I wanted to study to what I would love to be in future. I did not have any cause to raise an eyebrow or wonder. We got to her friend’s house, it happened to be a male. That didn’t bother me at all because it might be her boyfriend; she is old enough to have one.
He put his hands on me, pleading and forcing, making annoying and frightening promises in between his short smelly breaths and pleas; I WAS SCARED! I thought to myself that if this guy had his way with me, I would probably not be able to walk again or I would die from bleeding. I kicked, hit, and fought to keep his hands off me. He held unto the waist of my jeans, struggling hard to undo the buttons, I cried and fought. My jeans had four buttons and he had undone two, in my fear I aimed hard with my knees and got him between his legs, and boy, did I really get him. He took his heavy, sweaty, smelly self-off me and held “himself”, groaning in pains. I ran to the door, quickly unlatched it, ran down stairs and saw “my big friend” waiting downstairs, sitting in front of the TV. I didn’t say a word, I just ran to the car (if I had cash on me I would have taken a taxi).
She joined me in the car few minutes later and we went home in silence- she didn’t say a word. That made me even angrier. How could she do this to me, how could she have wanted to use me this way after all the trust my family had in her? Of course now I know better, but I cannot help wondering how things would have been with me if they had succeeded. Thank God He delivered me from their wicked thoughts and plans.
When I got home I couldn’t tell my mum or dad… (Sounds familiar?). Couldn’t tell my brothers, I have three, which were all grown then, I was afraid they might kill her. I think I might have mentioned it to one of my sisters, not too sure.
These things happen every day; most times it does not end up like mine. We need to be careful, we need to be prayerful, we need to mind younger people under our influence, so they are not taken for granted, we need to teach and preach caution to them. We need to love them and earn their trusts so they can share any and everything with us.
But I have to say I am grateful to God that He delivered me, He had mercy on me and did not allow me to be taken by the craftiness of the enemy, I know the real enemy behind this and I am glad I got the victory over him. Looking back, I can testify that God loves me, He didn’t allow what I could not bear to come upon me, and He made a way of escape for me, Halleluiah!
There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it. 1Corinthians 10:13
The LORD was ready to save me: therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments all the days of our life in the house of the LORD. Isaiah-38:20
Do you have a story, can you relate to this?