Growing up as a teenage boy, I was always ashamed to identify my Dad as the one through which I came to be.

To me, my Mum was a widow and my Dad was long dead!

Oftentimes I just find it difficult to accept that he has been into the world once. It always dawned on me that he must have existed during the new testament times.

Honestly, I came to the realization that he was the second apostle Paul. My Dad was a deacon, very strict and principled. He was a strong devoted Christian and his faith made him always act in sane, although in human's perspective.

At age 18, I already concluded that the pathway to life of penury was following his lifestyles.

My Mum was entirely different. A lazy Christian she was! She slept a lot.

If my Mum wanted to sleep, she needed no sleeping peels. At the sight of the Bible, she would be gone!

That was my Dad's pains. Despite being more spiritual, he never joked with my mum. He just ensured that she was following along.

After my secondary school education, I declined to concur to my Dad's decision of learning trade.

How could I learn trade when my fellow young men were hourly amassing dollars?
They were the kind I moved with because I thought that was the best way to live as a youth.

My fear then was Dad. If he were to realize my decisions, there would be great chaos.

When both Dad and Mum asked what I intended to do, my reply alligned with God, filled with much optimism even though all was sheer camouflage.

I'm still praying about it but I still got Dad's decision at heart.
I told them.

They were yet to know that their son was a dangerous thief, advancing into a heinous gentle man on the internet.

Gradually, I made my intentions known. My friends boosted my stubborness too..

You're a man!
They often said to me.

It became explicit to my both parents about the kind of life I have decided to settle for.
That was the lifestyle of hoodwinking white people for money and other financial instruments.

Soon, I adamantly left home to abide with my colleagues and there, I grew even worse in my quest for wealth.

I finally became so wealthy, sleeping with countless number of girls for pleasure. It never occured to me to invest my money.

How could it happen when the income I generated was questionable?

The worst that did befell me was diverting into the darker part of it. I aided my futile career with lots of heavy sacrifices.

I soon observed how faithless my mum was. She had been an infidel having made up of her mind without any remorse to be the only one enjoying my wealth.
Of course my Dad said an incessant NO to it!

When the set time came, I knew she would be the next in line. Unfortunately too, my heart also became so hard that I already lost the conscience for human's life.

I had no choice but to sacrifice Mum.

She soon became very sick looking forward to her death. In addition, myself never became better. While at home, I received an outrageous information that my time was up.

I just couldn't control it, I have sacrificed Mum and she would be kicking the bucket soon. Why then will I die too?

I really suffered emotionally, heavily adapting to the life of insanity.

Finally, I had to renounce my old lifestyle even though that was the toughest decision which is inevitably accompanied with ardent repercussions.

I continued seeking for God, looking for men of God who would pray me out. None just did because the deity I served initially was deadly.

At a time, I remembered my Pastor back then. The very Pastor that I have disdained.

I humbled myself and met with him. My Dad soon got his head around my hopeless condition. Both men of God joined in helping me out too.

Hopefully, I was made whole. It would have been a tragedy if I lost Mum too. She lived on and that was my Joy.

It occurred to me how pleasant it is to serve God wholeheartedly. No wonder he made it clear that he is the very one who gives the power to make wealth.

Moreover, his blessing makes rich and he adds no sorrow with it.

I returned to learn the trade I abandoned and today, I am happily married to my darling wife and our union is blessed with three super kids.

What a Joyful end it was !