Tell your story #10 (the Fallen Soldier)

Thank you @ruthjoe for giving me the space to express my heartfelt stories.

The title of my story is:

The fallen soldier.

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I'm the soldier, fallen and risen eight times. I live within the suburb of Ebuka town—the terrain for criminals. I got converted into faith nineteen years ago, and I was very fervent and consecrated. If I was told that one-day I will dance to the gods, I would've swear over my head.

I don't like what sometimes happen in my life; that's why I do seat under the very dark tree in my compound, receiving eternal breeze. Money can sometimes be deafening, squeezing and eating ones passion for personal development. I was forced into money-loving, a perfect threat from my parents.

After I finished secondary school and had no money to inputs for my exams. I lost concentrations, I couldn't focus on the mastery. Boys started coming closer, women warn but there was no ear to listen. I kept flirting, thinking life was all about that, until I became turbid in my shape.

I joined some gangs and started making real money from bugs. Bugs is a criminal events, and unacceptable in my area. If you're caught by any supermilitary men, you'll be jailed for 2 years. I grewed into smoking, and lesbianism of any kind.

My mother would always say: the way you arrange your bed, is how you will lie on it. I've never pondered over this words. I which I had, maybe falling into this part wouldn't have been possible. I always assume life is but the way it moves.

Bugs wasn't friendly. I became the midnight girl that makes people cry. But, three years ago, I was firing in the spirit. I could pray for hour and hours without fading. I'm not the picture I use to see in the mirror back then; something cruel had captured my life.

I've been stolen. Preciously stolen from the light. I've been down the trench, eating fruits meant for devils. I've been down the trench, fighting rebelling wars. Oh! Had I know, I wouldn't have join the gangs.

LESSONS:

Devil doesn't sleep until he fetches you like water into his pot. My stubbornness to eavesdrop to the advice of the women, irrespective of the state I was, gave the devil an intrinsic insight into my life.

The only thing that will capture your determination is when you fail to deactivate the promises of the devil.

I saw money, but it wasn't mine. I lost everything all. Devil will only polish your life with endless wealth, and makes you feel complete, meanwhile, you're dry....

I invite @ngoenyi and @goodybest to participate