Sexual purity

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My father refused to let me marry my fiancée the day I brought her home for introduction.

I was angry at him.

It had always been his desire to see me get married, and now that I had finally returned home with the woman I loved, he refused to give his consent.

“You cannot marry her, Dolapo,” he told me that evening after the meeting with her.

My mother was also unusually cold. She said nothing.

“Why, Dad? What did I do wrong? What did she do wrong?

Mom, you are not saying anything too?” I asked, my displeasure obvious.

“Son, you do not know who you walked in here with,” my father replied.

“That lady is not who you think she is. It is sad that your spiritual eyes are not open,” he continued.

“I sensed it too when she stepped in,” my mother added quietly.

My heart began to pound.

“What do you mean, Dad? Mum?”

“She did not come here alone,” my father said. “She came with three others.”

I stared at him, confused.

“She was here with three other spirit beings, and I could sense that they were marine spirits. The lady in question is very aware of their presence around her, and that is because she is part of them.”

My breath became shallow.

“She is out to destroy, Dolapo. How did your paths even cross? I also want to believe you have had no sexual relations with her.”

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

If there was one thing I had known my father for since childhood, it was his sharp spiritual perception. Too many situations had proven it over the years.

“She has something to do with the marine world?” I asked again as several memories flooded my mind at once.

“Yes,” he replied firmly. “You have not answered my question. Have you slept with her?”

“It was just twice, Sir,” I said, lying.

We had gotten sexually intimate several times, but I said that to make it look less complicated.

My father closed his eyes slowly.

“Dolapo,” he called my name with a weight that made my chest tighten, “that lie you just told confirms everything.”

He stood up and paced the room briefly before turning back to me.

“That woman takes the semen of every man who sleeps with her and uses it as a covenant point. She uses it to trap men and truncate their destinies.”

My legs felt weak.

“That is how many promising lives have been slowed down or destroyed. Not because the men were foolish, but because they were careless with their bodies.”

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

“Sex is never just physical,” my father continued. “It is spiritual. The moment you sleep with the wrong person, you give them access to your life.”

Something broke inside me.

I began to remember how my life had started spiraling shortly after the first time we slept together. How deals stopped working. How my confidence dropped. How I became spiritually dull. How strange attacks began at night. How fear and confusion replaced clarity.

I had blamed stress.

I had blamed people.

I had blamed life.

But I had never connected it to her.

“I started having attacks after the first time, Dad,” I finally confessed. “I lost focus. Opportunities slipped away. I could not pray the way I used to. Everything felt blocked.”

My mother wiped her eyes silently.

“That is how it always begins,” my father said. “Sin opens doors that prayer struggles to close.”

I broke down completely.

“Daddy please pray for me,” I cried. “I am tired. I want my life back. I promise I will end things with her completely. I want to give my life to Christ genuinely. I want to take God seriously.”

He came closer and placed his hand on my head.

“God is merciful, Dolapo,” he said softly. “But mercy responds to repentance.”

We prayed that night.

Not polite prayers.

Not rushed prayers.

But desperate prayers.

I renounced every wrong covenant.

I asked for forgiveness with tears.

I asked for restoration.

I asked for a new beginning.

And for the first time in a long while, I felt light again.

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