I HAVE always looked forward to a time when my LIFE will belong to me in TOTALITY so that I can spend my TIME on VANITY as much as I want. Just like you now, I asked questions like, “when will I be free from all these OLD SCHOOLS that can only teach and without knowing force me to do things that are no me trending?”
The burden was becoming too much for me to bear. I couldn’t imagine forever living by the dictates of these women who as far as am concerned are not LITERATE enough to know right from left yet they BOMBARD my life with ceaseless passages of the scripture. WHAT do they really KNOW ABOUT THE BIBLE that is giving them the audacity to tell me that my actions were wrong? I felt like a lion that has been locked in a CAGE in that STAGE of my life. Little did I know of the HARM they were SHIELDING me from.
To be frank with you, though my name is not Franklin, I looked forward to being free from the rules which they constantly set before me which I thought precluded my social life from getting to its peak. At last, the opportunity presented itself with head bowed in reverence to me and it was called ADMISSION into the almighty varsity that many dreamed of but never got the chance to be in.
I looked behind and saw that my mom was up to a thousand kilometers away from me, the church more than a millennium meters behind me. I was all by myself with no rules except the ones I felt like creating. It was at this point that I started APPRECIATING and QUOTING the scripture that says, “You are no more under the law…” Of course am not under the law, so, I could do all that pleased me, visit wherever I felt like, meddle with whomever that have a personality that I had always craved for but had been obviated by the countless number of rules my parents and this church that is filled with old people constantly set before me.
It was a mini heaven on earth living without restrictions, without those eyes that were perpetually fixed on me like those of monitoring spirits that usually deprives me of la dolce vita (or dolce vita because I know of your strength in criticizing grammar).
Back to business! You see, I thought of going for night parties and there I went, after all, I am born of God and the seed of God can never be accused of committing sin because the bible said that am SINLESS! I only danced a little and played some shady games with those hot chicks that if I ended up with would raze down not only my house but my LIFE. Yet I moved with more suavity than I had in time past, special regards to my new life style, the big boys’ life.
Life was becoming more of a fun fare you know…but I was losing my freedom. I could no longer stand in the midst of my old friends who despite the new environment still glued their hands to the life their parents and churches gave them to run with. I admired them but tried to get them intimidated by calling them “OLD-FASHIONED”.
I wasn’t smoking not because I didn’t want to but I was afraid of running mad…
I looked inward one morning after sleeping for just two hours courtesy of the other night’s adventure and found out that my life was uncontrollably getting upended. I couldn’t pray. In fact, the last time I prayed was released from the prison of the law and rules.
I found myself sitting in my mind though I still lay with my face facing the ceiling. I tried the incidence of past weeks and found out that am now into what I’d call, “MODERN SLAVERY”.
I was slave to my very self, all I do was obey the DICTATES of my flesh. See, anything my EVIL NATURE told me was JUSTIFIABLE and IRREFUTABLE. I had no need of that worthless book called the bible – am not exaggerating, am just being frank.
I forgot that the Holy Spirit had set bounds for my freedom when He mentioned the fruit of the Holy Spirit and said that if I had my life in line with it, I would never need the law. I had disregarded the advice of Bro. Peter when he said, “do not use your freedom to fulfill the lust of the flesh”.
And because I had my own type of freedom and not the freedom that the Holy Spirit grants, I sold myself to Satan and entered into SLAVERY in HONOUR of my FLESH.
Am not alone in this slavery, sister BB, is here with me. She can no longer leave the house without her make-ups again, she now lives with the delusion that it makes her more charming and thereby willingly signed up for SLAVERY to beauty.