The man who slept with his best friend’s fiancée has finally faced them.
His friend just got back from Europe.
He didn’t hide.
He didn’t run first.
He went to the father’s house and asked to sit with both of them.
He apologised.
Thanked them for years of treating him like family. Then he put the messages and the recordings on the table.
They listened.
They understood what had happened between him and his best friend's fiancée.
His friend lost it and lunged at him.
He didn’t fight back.
The father and the staff pulled them apart.
He told his friend he wasn’t expecting forgiveness and that he would leave the company. He also said he wanted him to know the whole truth, and what kind of woman she had shown herself to be.
Then he knelt and asked the father for forgiveness. He told the old man that he had treated him like a second son, and he had repaid that by stabbing his only son in the back.
The father listened, then told him to leave his house.
He left without another word.
After that, he has decided to change his number and decided to leave the country to start all over.
When he told his mother she broke down. She still blessed him and said she would pray for him, and that he needed to seek God’s mercy for what he had done.
That last part hit him harder than the punch that never landed.
Not just because he betrayed a friend, he also broke the trust of a man who raised him like his own son.
He came to me and I advised him.
He took the advice and he went and faced them like a man.
He showed the evidence.
He didn’t fight back.
He left the house when he was told to leave. Now he has to pack his life and move on.
That’s how you carry shame.
You don’t argue it.
You don’t dress it.
You own it, learn from it, face the consequences and keep moving.
AJD.
Few years back, where I worked as a security guard, robbers came to rob and I was arrested and detained for 2 weeks. When I finally got out, I lost my job and became homeless because I was only doing night shifts.
I went to my church, Winners Chapel (Glory House, Igando), where I used to share fliers every day. I met the pastor and explained everything. He told me to attend service at Canaan Land first.
Bro, I was literally smelling. I just wanted to bathe and eat. 😭 I still went to Canaan Land smelling, hoping someone would help me. After service, the pastor’s only advice was that I should go back to the village.
Another pastor told me I hadn’t been a member for up to a year. They didn’t even let me sleep in the church.
I was homeless for months. That experience broke something in me. I no fit enter church again, bro. Not in this life.