TEACHER CHUKS; Season 2 (Part 9&10) – Opeyemi Akintunde

Part 9
TEACHER CHUKS; Season 2
Opeyemi Akintunde

Before we knew what was happening, our lips were melting into each other. We were into each other like two S€x starved adults who just got the liberty to express themselves…

The Alarm in my head was so loud, it sounded like the Ancient Church bell…I heard the voice…

“ Stop it, Chuks you are about to go back to your vomit, you are about to disappoint Christ… Stop it Chuks…”

But Oh Boy! One can not deny the enjoyment of that moment, as much as I wanted to stop, the feeling I was having was second to none, but it dropped in my heart…

“ You have only 1% virtue left, are you about to lose the last virtue you have in you, because of this?” …. it felt like someone gave me a very good slap of reawakening on my face. My excitement reduced. Simultaneously another thing dropped in my heart again. Favour’s words she had spoken to me some days back…

Favour had shared a scripture with me about SIN.

“ Do you know that you committing sin does not change God from who He is, rather when God tells you not to commit sin, it is for your own safety and the safety of those who might be affected by your sin…Sin is like taking poison, whoever takes the poison is the affected one, though such a person’s parent may be unhappy after the death of the person, but the biggest loser is the person who took the poison…” Favour had explained sin to me using Job 35:6-8

“If you sin, how does that affect HIM?

If your sins are many, what does that do to HIM?

7 If you are righteous, what do you give to him,

or what does he receive from your hand?

8 Your wickedness only affects humans like yourself,

and your righteousness only other people.”

The place where I had marked this in my Bible came flashing before me as I still felt Favour’s lips on my lips…

I knew if S€x happened between Favour and I, it was not going to affect God, but rather Favour and I. Favour was probably emotionally weak at the moment but should we have S€x now, it would affect her spiritually. I didn’t want her to loose the spirituality in her and besides I didn’t know if I still had elements of S€XRUSH in me. I wouldn’t want to destroy Favour by introducing S€XRUSH into her…

I also thought of myself on how this one S€x could end everything for me… At that point, I pushed Favour from me. She looked away from me, highly embarrassed…

“ I am sorry” I said and rushed into the room…

I hated myself for slipping, I almost fell but thank God I didn’t. I paced around in the room, saying two things…

“ I am sorry Jesus!, but thank you for helping me to stop!”

Then the battle began…

My Erection refused to go down, I jumped and ran around the room but all to no avail.. I desperately needed to have an intercourse and a voice kept whispering in my ears

“ You can masturbate, no one is watching!”

I couldn’t do that because I knew the implication. When I had my Spiritual googles, I had discovered that Masturbation was actually having s€xual intercourse with an invisible being. It was still fornication.

“ God, help me!” I cried out to God

“ Your mind is occupied with the wrong thoughts, fill it up with the right thoughts” I heard this in my heart…

What was that?

I was to Change what I was thinking about?… How on earth was I suppose to think of anything else when I was having a hard on…

“ Do you know the same part of the brain that thinks intelligently is the same part that is used for S€x and moreover, Lust reduces creative ability.” Uncle Friday’s words rushed back to my memory

One of my teenage teachers had told us this in church years back. At that point I decided to use my brain intelligently for something else and not s€xually. I picked up one of Mercy’s inspirational books… I started reading but dozed off…

Chinaza was waiting for me in the dream with a wicked smile on her face but initially she used Favour’s face.

“ Well… I have missed you!” Favour had said and this time around I lost my will power. Favour whose face later changed to Chinaza raped me in my dream..

I woke up just about 25 minutes later, at about 10:30 pm… My heart was broken. My few minutes of lust had opened the door again for Chinaza.

I wept at the spiritual demotion, but I saw it as a time to make up my mind to do what was right…

I packed some of the clothes Favour had bought for me in a nylon bag. I took the Bible she had bought for me and some Spiritual books she had bought for me as well.

I waited till around 11pm when I knew she would be asleep to leave her house.

Before I left, I wrote her a note which read..

“ If wishes were horses, Beggars would ride…I wish I could have stayed for you to help me grow into full maturity,but I know something terrible may happen. I have decided to take a walk and build on what you have created in me… You once told me to flee from all appearances of Evil, You told me to guard my salvation with fear and trembling… I was given a second chance and I don’t want to mess it up. Thank you Favour… I have no idea where I am going but you told me “God never leaves nor forsake the Righteous” . I trust God to watch over me.

Once again, Thank you.”

Part 10
TEACHER CHUKS; Season 2
Opeyemi Akintunde

I tiptoed out of Favour’s flat, she was living in a 2 bedroom flat in a 4 flat duplex. She lived in the flat above. So it took me about 10-15 minutes to carefully walk down the stairs and move towards the gate. They had no security man at their gate, each tenant had his or her personal key to open the gate on their way in, But from within you could easily open.

I opened the gate gently and stepped out of the gate,jamming the gate. That way I couldn’t enter back, except I had a key.

I heaved a sigh of relief.

“ Where was I going?” Was the question that hit my chest.

“ I don’t know, but Holy Spirit help me” One of the lessons I had learnt from Favour was speaking to the Holy Spirit.

“ The Holy Spirit is our help, our friend, Jesus in our days, so whatever you need help with, you ask Him”. She had said on the day she taught me about the HolySpirit. She prayed with me and I recieved the HolyGhost with the Evidence Of Speaking in tongues.

I kept walking towards the right and speaking my baby tongues…It felt like a newborn blabbing but as I kept at it, it felt like l was charging my Spirit. The Spirit of boldness came over me as I walked in the dark.

Suddenly, I started hearing loud footsteps running towards my direction, I turned back and saw about four heavily built men running towards me and in the split of a second ran past me. I wondered what was happening. One of the men shouted at me..

“ Guy, the black horses are coming!”

“ Black Horses?” I thought to myself, but simultaneously I heard the siren of the police van.

Instinct told me to find a place to hide, as I immediately understood that the four men who had run past me were probably criminals on the run…

I hid under a trader’s table in front of her closed shop. The police van drove past where I was . I heaved a sigh of relief silently thanking God I had escaped evil.

“ Come out of there,before I shoot you!” I heard the voice of a man from a dark place speaking the Yoruba Language. As the son of a military man who got posted a lot, I understood Yoruba and other languages.

I didn’t know who he was as he had his torch flashed on my face…

“ I am not a thief sir!” I quickly pleaded in Yoruba but my Igbo tongue gave me away

“ Then why are you hiding? Igbo boy speaking Yoruba, You are a thief on the run…” He concluded

“ I am not a thief , I am homeless ….When I heard the police siren, I thought it wise to hide before I am mistaken for a thief.. Please sir, I am a Christian, I am not a thief” I said pouring out my nylon…

“ Stop it, what are you trying to do, you want to bring out your gun…?”

“No,Sir I wanted to show you my BIble as a proof sir… The truth is, I just got born again and I have been living with a sister down the street, but been alone with the sister in the house is creating an avenue for me to return to my vomit of s€xual immorality..Please sir, I am not a thief, you can follow me to her house…”

“ Keep Quiet!, Who is buying your lies?” The man blew a whistle and there was another response of whistling from a far distance…

“ If you make any move I will kill you!” The man said in deep Yoruba as he still held his torch to my face, so I couldn’t tell if he had a gun or not. I stood still not wanting to make any move that could be misinterpreted.

A second man walked towards us and thankfully I was able to see him. From His appearance, he looked like a vigilante and he had one of those hunting guns hung loosely on his shoulder.

“ What is happening?,Who is he?” The new man asked in Yoruba

“ I caught this Igbo boy running away from the police!”

“ En… En, very good,finally we have caught you. You will definitely lead us to your other gang members” The new man said cocking his gun… “Let’s Tie him up and afterwards I will call the DPO”

“I am not a thief Sir!” I said as drops of tears flowed down. “Holy Spirit help me, Help me” I said crying as they dragged me.

“ What if he is saying the truth?” Another voice said from behind us in Yoruba

“ Ha! Baba Agba…Greetings…” said the second Viginlante

“ Baba,he is a criminal, I saw him running from the police..”

“ Who wouldn’t run and hide at the sound of the police siren at this time of the night… I implore you to please verify his claim before calling the police.”

“ Ha! Baba” it seem the “ Baba” was a revered man because the two vigilantes gave him the Honour of listening to him….

“ Young man, What is your true story?” The man asked me in Yoruba

Instead of answering, I broke down in tears, I felt God had betrayed me.. I felt God Should not have allowed this to happen to me, as I just did the right thing of leaving Favour’s house. I expected God Should have sent someone with a car who would have picked me up and taken me to his house, i expected supernatural help, i expected a miracle, instead I am receiving slaps and about to be taken to the police station where no one was going to bail me out from and unfortunately I was not sure if I could remember Favour’s phone number by heart.

“Baba we are sorry, this one has to get to the station before any further talk…”

I was bundled on a rickety bike with one of the vigilantes behind me and one riding the motorcycle.

I could sense Tina’s laughter of mockery somewhere in my heart…

I thought a new life in Christ was meant to be crises free.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have left Favour’s house” I thought silently as we rode towards the police station.

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