He walked into the church looking so innocent, I loved his charisma and everything about him.
The way he sang drove me off my feet. He was just a new member to the church. All girls wanted to be around him, but he was too decent to flirt with them.
He loved God that I saw.
The way he did the things of God, made me which to be like him.

He knew the word of God, the way he explains a passage when being asked question during the Bible study or Sunday class would even make the pastor marvel at the level of his understanding of God's word.

Gradually he got used to the do's and don't's of the church. Every one liked him, the pastor asked him to take up teaching the youth class, which he did gladly. We never got bored in his class, we were always wishing to be there all through together.

He was fond of me and I too was fond of him. When we are together I felt this peace of mind. We got talking deep matters of life and I got to know he was an orphan, this alone made me love him more, perhaps out of pity.

I wished I was married to him, but I had to pipe low, till he proposed.
Maybe I was too available to him;
Maybe my availability to him made him felt i was desperate. But know I wasn't.
He was definitely bad when it comes to anger, he takes time to forgive, he backs up his wrong doings with the scriptures, there by shutting me up. Even when i most times want to correct him that he is misquoting the Bible, he will make me feel bad by saying he is my teacher and so he knows better than I do.

Well maybe I was ready to tolerate his excesses, because I loved him, I could count the times I was not happy compare to the times i was happy.

I didn't see the handwriting on the wall, I was just too ready to say a yes to him if he proposed.
But all of a sudden he changed, yet I endured, he grew from bad to worst yet I kept mute. I was so encapsulated by his love, well maybe love that never existed or maybe I was the only one loving all this while.

I never knew he a well packaged gift from the devil to destroy me.
Maybe the lust of the eye took over me
Maybe I was carried away at the way he teaches the Bible..
Oh maybe I was concern about his looks.
Oh no I remember I was concerned about the way he speaks.
Or better still I was swept off foot by the way he makes me feel when I was around him.
I never presented this Man to my maker.
I was busy loving him, and now see, see where it has landed me.
Alas he was well packaged gift from the devil.

This is from the desk of one who wants to marry right. So help me God.

I am

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