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She went to visit her boyfriend in another state when her mother called that she was in front of her hostel.
For a full minute, Tomiwa couldn’t breathe.
She was lying on her boyfriend Femi’s bed, wrapped in nothing but a bedsheet, her phone vibrating endlessly in her hand as her mother’s voice echoed:
“Tomiwa, come outside. I’m at your hostel gate.”
Her heart raced. Her palms trembled. Fear rushed through her body in hot waves.
She wasn’t even in the same state.
She wasn’t close.
She was several hours away — doing things she knew she had no business doing.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
Her chest tighter.
Her mind, blank.
“Say something now!” Femi snapped, panic spreading across his face.
But what could she say?
Finally, she stammered out a lie, the first of many that would soon chain her life.
“Mummy… I’m… I’m not in the hostel. I went to see Sarah and you know she stays off campus. It’s late already. I’ll come back tomorrow morning.”
Her mother sighed, disappointed but unsuspecting.
“Okay. Come home early. I came to check on you.”
The moment the call ended, Tomiwa sighed in temporary relief.
That lie was enough to buy her some time.
She knew she had crossed the line.
But there was no point crying over spilled milk.
What she needed to do now was find a solution to the problem on ground.
Her mother must never hear that she went to visit someone, and not just someone, a man, her boyfriend, in another state.
Sponsored by Femi, she boarded the first bus before dawn.
The journey felt like a battle between shame and fear.
When she finally arrived, she hurried to school and arranged another lie — one that barely saved her from her mother’s suspicion.
And she felt smart.
Untouchable.
Like she could outsmart sin itself.
But sin is patient.
Very patient.
Tomiwa and Femi were madly in love, or so they told themselves.
On one of her visits, in a moment of blind emotion and foolish devotion, they cut their palms, mixed their blood, and swore:
“Whoever marries another person will die.”
A childish oath.
A deadly mistake.
They sealed it with sexual intimacy; passion mixed with darkness.
Nothing mattered to them.
Not consequences.
Not God.
Not the future.
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Until the future showed up violently, full of unpleasant surprises.
Femi died.
A fatal car accident claimed his life.
He died on the spot.
The news shattered Tomiwa’s world.
She fell to the ground, screaming until her voice tore.
The blood oath flashed through her mind like lightning.
“If you marry another man, you will die.”
Fear consumed her being.
When suitors came, good and responsible men, she rejected all of them.
Not because she couldn’t love, but because she was terrified of dying.
Her parents couldn’t understand.
They pushed.
They questioned.
Until one day when they forced her to attend a prayer program.
There, under the harsh light of truth, Tomiwa confessed everything:
The travels.
The sex.
The lies.
The abortions.
The blood oath.
Her parents cried as if their hearts were being ripped out.
Tomiwa bowed her head in shame.
But God’s mercy found her that day.
She surrendered her life, truly this time.
She was forgiven, but forgiveness doesn’t always erase consequences.
Eventually, Tomiwa married a humble, loving man who accepted her past and embraced her healing.
But months passed.
Then years.
No child.
Medical tests revealed the truth:
Her womb had been ruptured during one of the abortions she had for Femi.
That day, she sat on the hospital floor and cried until her strength left her.
Her husband held her, whispering, “We will trust God.”
And they did; for many long, painful years.
Until one miraculous morning, in her fifties, doctors announced she was pregnant.
Tomiwa wept like a child.
God had shown her mercy, but she never forgot the path of pain she walked to get there.
So she made a vow;
Her child would grow knowing God.
And every young person she met would hear her story.
Sexual purity is not foolishness, it is protection.
She was a living proof that sexual immorality could offer temporary pleasure, and long term damage, and she vowed to dedicate her life to preaching the truth that she felt every young person needed to hear — Sexual purity pays!
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No pleasure is worth your peace.
No moment of lust is worth a lifetime of regret.
Your body is God’s temple, not a playground for sin.
Choose purity not because it is easy, but because it saves.
Happy World Sexual Purity Day.
Choose purity.
Choose life.
One love.🤍
©️ Rejoice S. James
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