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Sons of Belial

My dear Jil, this morning I want to tell you a story. Though allegorized, it is nonetheless a true story. The moral intone makes it a cautionary tale, especially for a girl your age and marital prospect status.

There was this lovely young lady, about 23. Tall, dark and slenderly… Let’s call her Bisi. She was pure of heart…Lily white… Nice young woman, beautiful… A good girl. She dedicated herself to her Lord and Master Jesus the Christ, and that involved certain decisions. Like the decision that she would save it until marriage. She was a virgin. To use your generational parlance, she was keeping it for her husband. The pressures were there but she kept her word.

In one of those paradoxes of life purity has a magneto-optical relationship with evil. Goodness attracts evil. And so the purity of Bisi came to the attention of certain sons of Belial. These were jackals and hyenas lusting after prey. And Bisi in her gentle and innocent ways looked defenseless, like an impala on the savannah plains of Africa. And so the sons of Belial took a bet as to who would successfully disvirginise this innocent girl. Bisi became a wager, a chip on life’s roulette table, a probabilistic chattel of defilement schemers. John picked up the gauntlet and placed the highest bet. He swore he would bed her before the end of the year. And so Bisi the young woman unschooled in the ways of the world became a high value target. John laid out a simple devious plan. Such a plan can only be inspired by the Evil One.

As Bisi came home from church one evening, singing choruses in her head, John made a move. He greeted her like the Serpent might have greeted Eve. And so began the long slow march of deception. He soon convinced her he was a penitent sinner and would like to know more about her faith. In every scenario of temptation there’s always an entry point. And John located one. They were soon chatting about his conversion, and before long John began to follow her to church. And he spoke in “tongues”. Only his glossolalia was not inspired of God’s Spirit. It was a realistic piece of fakery. But so was Bisi convinced John was a brother in the Lord. He was earnest about his newfound faith, seemed most willing to learn. And he loved going to church.

Proximity breeds relationship. In time Bisi developed a kinship with John. God had sent a brother through her good deeds. Hallelujah! And you know how it is. Other type of tongues began to wag: Innocent Bisi has found a love interest. Praise the Lord! The power of suggestion impacted on Bisi’s psyche, and she began to see John for more than he truly was. John bided his time, and in time popped the question. Bisi asked for time to pray and she said it with coquetted innocence. But John knew the answer. Bisi did pray to be honest, but she was praying to the answer, like we all do, laying out her conviction. She did feel a teeny weeny check in her being, but her desires made the vitals almost imperceptible. Since whatever it was was not registering in clangs and cymbals she smoothed it over. But it did persist, for some time, like a whining noise no one knows the source of. There were times Bisi wondered, like one taking a huge decision in doubt, like one on the very roof of a high building. You see the expanse of sky but you seem lost and don’t know which way to go. The expanse is disorienting. All around you, life stretches out in every direction. There are no coordinates, no cardinal points apparent.

She was afraid of doubting her doubt. She couldn’t see why not, though she couldn’t see why either. She was at that age a young woman wants what other young women have- someone with proprietary rights over her heart. And the idea of marriage was giddy. She had a secret joy from the very thought. If you understand the graphics of the subconscious you will know that it sometimes projects visual bumps in 4D. You “feel” a non-mellifluous bump…like a subtle speed breaker on the road frequented by your decision. Bisi felt this bump. Soft, like a subtle hint of undisclosed information. Gentle. But she over-ruled the data. The vision of becoming a bride overtook her sensitivity of heart. And soon they were planning the wedding and Bisi considering wedding gowns and styles. Bisi’s father was a pastor- a pastor in one of the brand name legacy Pentecostal denominations. He felt uneasy and raised objections that had no definition. Something wasn’t right. But since he couldn’t articulate a rational basis for his objections he was over-ruled by the happiness of his daughter. How do you dash your daughter’s happiness and make her unhappy? She looked forward to marriage. And Bisi’s mum set about making preparations for the wedding with the gusto of an evangelical mission.

And so the day came. And Bisi wore white. And she said I do. And then came the reception. To everyone’s surprise John’s friends began to chant a song, “You don win O!” The operative word is “win”. And being a son of Belial, John introduced beer at the reception, to spite the evangelical sensitivity of Bisi’s daddy. He knew Bisi’s father had disapproved of him. Bisi had told him about her father’s initial objections. Girls do that, having convinced themselves it is an involuntary response of a father’s “losing” of his daughter. At the beer, Bisi’s father stomped out of the hall. It was a blight on his evangelical credential as a pastor. But he was a very sad man who blamed himself for not sticking up for what he “knew” in his heart. John didn’t stop there. Having secured his prize he set about ill treatment of his bride. He soon began to beat her, badly. Of course he slept with her on the wedding night. It was like rape. And he accomplished it before the year ran out. I’m sure you cannot imagine a young man dedicating his life to the ruin of another but these things happen.

The dynamics of Bisi’s ordeal are no different from that of a rich older woman past her prime who marries wrong. If she marries a calculating young wretch who bides his time until after the wedding to manifest she’ll suffer. He now lives in her house, uses her cars, eats her food and has sex with her. The sex makes him feel empowered. Who could have imagined such a woman can beg HIM for sex! He’s now dominating someone way, way beyond his status. He could never imagine being on top of her.

There are those who dedicate the quantum of their life to the ruin of others. They are sons of Belial. Perhaps you ought to ask yourself, “Is this genuine love, or am I a bet? Am I a target of an impotent young man?” Naivety is a sin of foolishness. You can’t afford to be naïve about this life.

Your mentor, LA.

© Leke Alder |


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