MY SEXY MACHINE

She was sexy to hold, to kiss and to bang on my spacious stadium bed, that was the summary of the memory I had with "Angie" in my university days

My nickname swept across the nook and cranny of the school, my real name is Clement Bryant but popularly called Banger

Many were clueless of the meaning but few of my friends got a perfect answer to that shady name

I got a blazing rank in the kingdom of darkness

Of course, it was not only Angie I was banging on my spacious stadium bed but Angie was my irresistible spec, she was my sexy machine

We had ourselves under the governance of sex and romance for a solid 3 years

Years later, the wind of time gradually drifted us apart, we eventually lost contact

We both knew we were not expressing love, we were both expressing LUST in its raw form

Impossible to believe, the known banger became a preacher of God's words, a few years after

It was so hard for Bright to believe what his eyes caught when he saw me dishing out God's words on the pulpit

He was not expecting me on the pulpit, he was still expecting my life to be clogged inside the circle of lust

Their "known banger" becoming a preacher of God's words

He called it unbalanced equation

Believing I could be saved became a story he found very hard to believe the reality of the scene

Months after, a letter was passed to me by my P.A, reading that, a new generation ministry will love to have me as their guest speaker in their upcoming program

Finally, I jumped at the offer because I know what it would fetch me a huge amount of money

If I knew the letter would be the beginning of my spiritual downfall, I would have dishonored the invitation in a jiffy

If I knew the acceptance of the letter would be the beginning of my demise, I possibly would have burnt the letter

The day eventually bounced to reality

Polished shoes, bright knotted red tie soaked inside the precious blood of Jesus, I think🤔 and ironed grey color suite modeling on my body, designed my Kenneth cole and a sprayed fragrance produced by smart collections

I was a pastor with swags, expressing the evidence of his testimonies

If they knew I was still a half baked man of God, that needed a special prayer

I was called in to deliver my prophetic speech, there I bounced into the stage like someone spouting anointing on his head and undoubtedly equipped with the full fire of God inside

They never knew I was the one that truly needed deliverance but looks like someone that has been delivered

Maybe if they all had discerning spirits, they probably would have discovered and...

There I said praise the Lord!

Before their shout of halleluyah traveled into space, I saw a resembled tempting figure of a lady that looked like Angie, occupying the front space, not even about the resemblance, she was the one

Not again, I silently said, I did think the lust inside of me has been permanently defeated

I must admit to the fact that I have woefully failed to bag success in my spiritual homework

I was practically speechless for 5 minutes, the congregation thought I was trying to receive a clear message from heaven, they never knew the tempting figure my eyes caught was working  something shitty on my heart

Each time, I tried resisting the figure of Angie, the soft figure of her body kept banging on my head

I sighed and eventually struggled to halt the program with grace recitation and immediately fly my feet home

The lines on my forehead became so visible by the power of sweat

I was sweating while driving home inside my air-conditioned Lexus jeep

I thought the old thing in me has passed away, I never knew it was somewhere in my life sleeping, waiting for the right time to strike me hard like an angry beast

I never knew my life was an assignment to be submitted in the pit of hell by agent Angie

Her kisses I couldn't resist, her touches I couldn't deny

The memories we shared years ago began to play themselves on the tablet of my heart

I knew needed to pray or probably tell my story to my mentor

He severally called, to ask about the success of the program I went for

I sat there on the floor, looking at my phone that was ringing, the calls went unpicked

I knew I was sinking, exactly the way Peter was sinking while walking on water

I wish I had the strength to call Jesus, exactly the way Peter but couldn't do that

What to do, I really don't know

My love for lust began to grow and my love for Christ began to decline, just at the sight of Angie, my sexy machine

I knew I would be in a wild rampage of destruction if this lustful force couldn't be tamed or stopped by something spiritual

Oh my God, I really can't explain how Angie got my home address, talkless of landing herself to my home

Lo and behold, the tempting figure of Angie practically came to announce herself before my very eyes, a week after sighting her

I remember one of the poems I made her when I was in school, she had the poem saved on her phone

Now I knew she was indeed for a mission, a mission to give me as a gift for the kingdom of darkness, her outfit was a confirmation of her tempting mission

Denying her figure would be an examination I would forever fail, she knew my weak point

She wrapped herself inside the skimpy mini dress accompanied by a crochet net to kill the show

She as well knew my favorite fragrance, she didn't forget to spray the fragrance too, she was a murderer

There she stood, reciting the poems I made for her, as one of her gifts

Your body I couldn't resist...

Your touches I couldn't control

You are my start button and shut down button...

She got the vibe to style me into the pool of lust

Angie was looking so randy and dandy

Her figure was already setting me into pieces

I was told to flee but I was busy staring at her tempting curve

Prior to the incident, I had been told to be more careful with programs

I couldn't resist her sexy styles, we ended up rejuvenating what we left sleeping some years back, even after I had given my life to Jesus

Angie became a thorn in my flesh

Angie became an obvious stain on my white garment

Angie rejuvenated my dry bone for lust to its full expression

For years I was pretentiously preaching Christ like I had one living with me, deep down I knew I dropped Jesus for Angie

At a point, I ran out of the pints of her sex dose and flavor

My lust for sex grew beyond what I couldn't deny anymore

There I go, simmering and keening for the fire to drop like a spiritual bomb from heaven on the pulpit

Io and behold I had run out of my spiritual fuel

The remaining streaks of my spiritual light have vanished into thin air

I was there on the pulpit vibrating like a car who has lost the control of its brake

I was practically expecting the display of fire under the deliverance service, it was practically the display of sweat and scream

I was called for glory but gradually becoming a story

I went home crying like I didn't know the cause of my defeat

I cried to God for forgiveness, I was told to restitute with the church of God

I couldn't bear the shame of telling every of my sin before the church, so I decided to write this letter to the church of God before ending my life

Sin eventually kills, no matter how it takes

Sin is a virus that might not kill immediately but its core mission is to kill the glory before the owner of the glory and vice versa

What you failed to defeat is building up strategies to defeat you

The assignment you failed to do, will present itself as puzzles for you on the field of life

Sit down and evaluate your life...

God will bless you and I love you