#TruthSeries: Between a rock and a hard place

Hi Everyone,

This is a guest post from my best friend, I know he writes good and i have been begging him for a loooooooooong time to write something for me so i can post here, but mba.

Let me say something about this dude, He has been there for me through the years from SS1- Life as we know it now. We talk alot about everything and anything, i know to take a back seat when he gets a girlfriend and he knows to also take a back seat when i get a boyfriend. We are kinda friends that don't talk everyday but we are as close as ever when we do. Anybody that knows me and doesn't know Sope is my friend doesn't really know me -_____- 

Now, when i got the mail(out of the blue) i was so excited, because this is something we have been dealing with for a while and i so didn't expect this huge step, but either ways i am proud of you dear. Very, and this makes me happy more than you can understand. 

You will get to understand when you read. 

Enjoy.
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I’ve been promising Tomi since forever that I was going to write a piece to feature on her blog. I have never fulfilled that promise until now. I know she’s forgiven me.

Call me Mo.

And I’m an addict.

Don’t worry, this is not an AA meeting where we all share our stories. You can keep yours, but I feel I should share mine. The first day I picked up a magazine that had nude women in it was in js3. It was some Asian porno mag. I openly rebuked the dude that brought it to evening prep. I was repulsed by the idea of looking at it, and I made that known in no uncertain terms.

I look back and laugh at that day. Who would have imagined that same dude is the one who turned out this way.

But the seed had been planted. All it needed was gentle and subtle watering. A little clip from a friends phone (sneaked into the hostel), a semi-nude photo on a seniors locker, soft-porn magazines…you name it. And the tree grew on me, with or without my knowledge, I can never say. I’m sure this chain of events is not new to anyone who has ever been an addict of any sort. But somehow, the world treats the sin of sex as the greatest sin ever, whereas we are all the same.

Anyways, that’s beside the point.

Back to my story, that was how I got hooked. But I’m a very smart guy, trust me I know. You will never find such on my phone, my laptop or a trace of it anywhere.

Then I graduated and went to Uni, and felt that maybe getting a girlfriend would solve my “addiction”, although I didn’t at that point think it was an addiction. I felt maybe it was a passing phase, you know, American Pie 1-3 told me as much.

So I dated Ore, and she was the most beautiful thing that happened to me at that point. I actually did stop for a while. And I was ecstatic I tell you…so she had cured me! What a fool I was.

It only translated into making out sessions. How I didn’t have sex remains a wonder to me. One of the little pointers that tells me God is still interested in me and that I’m still in his Master plan.

And after almost three years of dating, we broke up, I felt God leading me to do so because at the rate I was going, we might actually have sex. Crazy hun? I know. You ain’t the first person to tell me that.

So I joined a fellowship, and became a church boy. (You just said halleluyah didn’t ya ;)…wait, it gets better). And in one year at the fellowship I was already an assistant head of department! Pastor Mo of God!

I became more prayerful, more involved with the activities, more studying of the Word, more fasting…you know all those things we brethren of the fellowship do.

I was so involved, even Tomi, (at that time, not this new and rebranded Tomi…yeah she is rebranded) complained one time that she felt I was too into “church”, and she wouldn’t agree with some of my actions, but I defended my faith and fellowship seriously.

One would think that my problems with addiction were indeed solved then! How wrong you are.

Let me just quickly say, at the end of the day, all men of God are exactly that: MEN. Only with

the grace of the God do they seem outstanding.

Remove the God-factor; we are all miserably the same.

I think I’ll stop for now. I would continue if Tomi asks me to complete my story.

Yours

Mo.

And by the way Sope, come back to tell the story finish oh.
Wanna read the whole of the story? comment please, me i want. He wants to know that you guys are interested. Thanks :) 

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