Sixteen year old, Uche, had reached her limit. The trek from school to the house was always laden with whispers from admirers and sometimes, love-speeches from pleasure-driven young men. The pressure for sex was often unbearable, Somehow, she always managed to turn down their requests, but not this one When Uncle Ken joined the request queue, Uche was flabbergasted.
"Uncle? Even you?"
"Why not? Am I not a man?
"But you are Uncle Ken?"
"Well, if the problem is the title, you can call me Ken. But allow me to show you the true meaning of love and you won't need all these small boys in the street, to miss up your beautiful mind and body."
And the pressure mounted....
Uche could tell no one. Who would believe her ? Not daddy, who had boldly sent her to live with Uncle Ken, nor mummy who had clearly told her of her unflinching respect for Uncle Ken's morals. That night, Uche could bear it no more. So she walked into Uncle ken's bedroom, clad with just a towel across her breast, and with subdued eyes, he woke him up, "Uncle, I'm ready for it now!" It was the best news Ken had ever had. The timing was right as his wife was out to the market. He quickly jumped out of his boxer and beckoned on his price to proceed to the slaughter...
"Just one more thing, Uncle, " she paused before him. "I have just one request."
"My dear, anything my dearest. I promise. Anything!"
"Okay, Uncle. Please before we begin, can you request God to close his eyes?"
Uncle Ken broke down in tears. He repented.
THERE IS NOTHING HID BEFORE HIS EYES, BEFORE WHOM WE WILL GIVE ACCOUNT...
May your journey and visit to that place this weekend, not be to where we will need to plead to God, to close his ALL SEEING EYES..
Amen.