It was NO secret.

I walked into a wedding rehearsal, realising that it wasn’t a scheduled church event preceded to leave. Louisa was finally getting married and I couldn’t quite believe it. She’d been one of those mid to late thirties ladies who you happen to see in a church completely sold out and still no man to call their own. But it was her turn. Finally her time had arrived. As I slowly tried to make my exit, Pa K called out to me and said to me, today I will come with you to visit your home. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. You see my Papa was one those who neither allowed visitors or friends to visit our home. Our house was one when looked in from the outside appeared to be a place that was quite desolate and no one would dear to venture in. It had creaky doors that annoyed the neighbours whenever someone tried to walk in through them. Broken porches and a gate hanging off its hinges. Papa kept no friends. No confidant, none. I immediately interrupted Pa K to remind him that we were in the middle of a rehearsal and I doubt Louisa will be impressed if he were to leave. He smiled and continued, her time of visitation has come she doesn’t need me to seal it.

As we left the church building, I got into the front seat of Pa K’s car and we continued unto the A406. In no time we were in Edmonton Green, and already parked in front of house number 20 George Braham Street. To my delights we were home and Pa K driving was definitely something to emulate. I unlocked the front gate, gingerly walked up the front porch and saw that my eldest brother BimB was by the sitting room window talking with my Papa. I signalled we had a visitor and he rolled over a blue marble to tell me that the coast was clear. As we walked closer to the front door, I slowed down the pace of my walk and began to lag behind Pa K. And by the time we’d reached the front door, he’d reached there before me. I could see from the door window that Papa looked at BimB in bemusement and was about to ask him who the man was when I saw Pa K confidently reach out his hand and introduced himself. I immediately sprung out from where I was, grinning from cheek to cheek, holding the hem of my dress firmly and saying …. Papa ahm, Papa, ahm, errm, erm, hmm, mmm, this is my Pastor and he insisted that he must come to our house.

To my surprise Papa gave out a smile and offered him a seat. He received him so warmly as such has never happened in the history of our home. BimB and I looked at each other, and I watched all three men sit down. After what seemed to be like a fraction of the time Pa K had arrived he had confidently asked Papa and BimB if they wanted him to pray for them and if they didn’t mind kneeling down. And to my amazement Papa and BimB both knelt down and I offered Papa a large cushion to rest his knees. This was history in the making. I never knew Papa could smile, I’ve never seen him smile in my entire 26years. On this day He smiled and jovially spoke to Pa K, and I proceeded to call in KK, my younger brother to come and see for himself what was going on in the house. Whilst they were talking Pa K went on to tell Papa the story of his life, and this was where it all began!!

I watched Papa go into the next room get out a large A3 paper and start to scribble on it. He drew what seemed to be a cadaver in the middle of a floor, in what seemed to be an open space, a theatre of some sort, surrounded by his five friends (two young ladies and three young men). On this occasion they were his friends from Medical school and they were all there surrounded by so many equipment. Something had happened, someone had done something terribly wrong and each of them had been sworn to secrecy. They didn’t think anyone saw them. They didn’t think anyone would know. As Papa finished his drawing He went on to call all of his friends. He had kept in contact with Rhodes, and Rhodes knew how to locate the others, and they all came. They all came one after the other and in no time they had all arrived. This was the first time in thirty five years they had all been together in one place. Papa didn’t waste too much time, and went on to show them the drawing. They all looked at each other and asked him what the purpose of it all was for. He told them that a man had narrated to him this scene so precisely that he had to draw his descriptions in order to find out where the man could have been when it happened. He asked them to fasten their eyes properly on the drawing and proceeded to guide them through it.

After they had all carefully looked at the drawing they realised that the only way anyone could have possibly seen them could have only ever been through a very large window which faced upwards. But how could it be, they were on the third floor, and they had locked themselves in. Papa realising that there was indeed a witness to their indiscretion, to their oath, to their covenant, wanted his friends to know that their secret was never one and had been witnessed all this while by an important witness. God. His friends not believing of his story sought out ways to kill Pa K, for they were convinced that Pa K had to have been a witness. For it was impossible for anyone to have known or seen what they had done all those years; what they did on the top floor of that building unless they were not among them.


You’re probably thinking lifeofastranger has come again with her Fantastic story 😉 But I’m going somewhere with this 😀 HOLD ON!

So easily with our mouths and actions we enslave ourselves. Thinking that since no one has seen us or can see us, WHAT WE DO IN SECRET REMAINS A SECRET. This we know CANNOT BE TRUE, because the word of God reminds us in Psalm 90:8 You have set our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your countenance – that God sees everything we do ESPECIALLY the ones we think that no one will ever find out. How sad, for indeed our lives are never hidden from Him (Psalm 69:5 – O God, You know my foolishness; And my sins are not hidden from You). And since one can only reap what they have sowed (Galatians 6:7-8Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that naturewill reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life.), therefore what they have gained from it all, can only lead them to death and destruction, for we have been reminded that the wages of sin is death (Roman 6:23 – For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord). If Papa had known that his secret action could have brought about such wretchedness in his life, I wonder, would he have knowing gone into it? I pray that this would never be our story in Jesus Name. Amen.

7 thoughts on “It was NO secret.

  1. is this a true storyyes, there are things I have done in secret that I hope no one finds out. I have prayed to God for forgiveness and i don't know.I didn't kill, steal or do anything to hurt another person. it was a personal sin and then as i read the verses at the bottom of this post i just wonder

  2. @temi: ooh thanks for stumbling upon my blog, glad reading from you, looking forward to your future comments. Coming over to your now to say hi@Myne:Amen and Amen. May it never be our portion In Jesus Name Amen.@No Limit: I tell you, indeed there is no point in hiding or pretending, Jehovah Most Def sees it all.@Kafo: Girl, I too just wonder sometimes. As in really wonder. But God is a MERCIFUL GOD, did He not say He will remeber our sins no more. We just have to be encouraged, and next time the devil tries to throw somethings we did in the past to us, we can confidently reply::: With Romans 8:1-2:There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death:: We are free indeed. Hope your week have all been pleasant.

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