“I am leaving you, If you are not ready to say the truth about all these money you have,
Chuks I don’t know the businesses you do, yet we have so much money….You told me
you had a cocoa plantation, but yet you never took me there. You told me your parents
were dead, but suddenly I get to meet them…I am leaving you with your problems. I have
vowed to stay with you through it all including your inability to father a child, but if you are
not ready to open up, I am leaving You…Anthony Chuks, Who are you?, Tell me who you
really are…?” My wife said crying bitterly
She was right, I was filthily RICH, I had so much money I could buy a Bank and throw all
the money in it into the sea without blinking an eye, but my life was a mess… Yes! My
wealth was from hard work, but the kind of hard work that a person could not be proud
Contrary to popular opinion, I was not into Fraud or money rituals or hard drugs or
kidnapping, I was into something Worse that was deep.
I was into selling of destinies and I sold destinies in millions and billions.
How? You are asking?
It is a top secret I had kept for years but the thought of my Wife leaving me was going to
push it out of my mouth….Despite all the money I had, My wife was my greatest Treasure,
because she was the only pure thing I could call mine…
My Wife asked again at the top of her voice jerking me really hard…
“WHO ARE YOU, ANTHONY CHUKS?”
I broke down in tears at the gravity of my wife’s question. WHO WAS I? The answer was
that I didn’t know any more, but maybe if I tried telling her the truth about my life so far.
Maybe she would help me discover who I was!
“My name is Anthony Chuks and this was my narration to my Wife…
“It all started when I was just about 16 years old, I was in Senior Secondary School Year
2, just two more years before University. I was a church boy with no form of social
exposure. My life was a triangle, home-church-school. My father who was a Military
Officer and a part time clergy man, got transferred a lot.
By age 16, we were transferred to the Northern part of Nigeria, where been a Christian
was even more of a bigger deal. We didn’t have a lot of Television Stations to watch, Fun
was not a popular vocabulary around there as the Islamic religion was highly upheld there.
INSPIRED BY THE LIVING WORD
In my quest for fun, I met some naughty boys in the Barack, who introduced me to the fun
life of writing anonymous love letters to girls. To us it was fun as we watched the targeted
girls change their walking steps with the false knowledge that they had secret admirers.
For us it was all a joke….We were not interested in them, we were just fooling
around….Not until I met Haruna’s Sister. Her name was Jemima.
She had wavy hair as long as that of a goddess, her skin was soft and tender, she was
beautifully chubby, very fair complexioned and you could call her Stainless. She had no
spots on her skin, her teeth were as white as snow and shone like glass on her naturally
lined lips. Beautiful was an understatement to describe Jemima.
The first day I saw her was when I went to my Friend’s house (Haruna). I had an instant
erection. The long thing between my thighs started longing for her…The longitude of it
became so embarrassing I guess Jemima even noticed because I saw the way she was
always staring at me anytime I was around in their home…
But she was older than I was, she was 20 and I was only 16.
To be Continue……….