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What would happen if Superman was found by Wayne and brought up with Bruce?


Okay, let's have some fun with it.

Let's have a story-

Thomas Wayne was traveling to Smallville for new business venture and he saw the kryptonian rocket landing in some of his just bought land.

He found a blue eyed little boy came out of the space ship smiling who managed to lift his limousine from one side.

Thomas Wayne was shocked out of his mind seeing everything and decided to bring the kid to his home - ‘The Wayne Mansion'

After hearing everything from Thomas, Martha Wayne was concerned, she asked him whether it was wise to bring an alien kid back in their home specially with Bruce being there

Thomas replied, “I thought about that but after looking at the innocent face of that child, I could not inform the authority with my right mind, they would keep him in some prison and would experiment on him”

Martha said, “But is Bruce safe with him?”

Thomas said, “Let’s have an eye on him for 24X7, I know a very well equipped guy for this, he is my old friend who is looking for a job currently, he is a war veteran and did some spying for the queen England, he has nowhere to go, he will be more than happy to do this job”

Martha asked, “What is his name?”

Thomas Wayne said, “He is known as Alfred Pennyworth, he is a decent human being despite his past”

6 years later-

Martha said to Thomas, “I won't have believed if you had told me that Clark would turn out to be such good boy, he has become such good friend to Bruce, both of them do everything together now”

Thomas said, “Yeah, I won't say that I didn't have any doubt but Clark is such a good boy, I mean Bruce is little naughty sometimes but not Clark, I think all the credit goes to Alfred”

A few minutes later-

Bruce ran towards Martha and asked angrily, “Mom, why can’t Clark come with us to the Opera House?”

Martha said, “We told you before that Clark is slightly different from us, we have to keep him in secret otherwise people would lock him up which is why Alfred home schooled him, he just can't come anywhere with us”

Bruce said, “Come on, it's not fair, if he doesn't go, I won't go either”

Thomas said to Bruce, “Come on, Bruce, please understand the situation…..”

Suddenly, Clark came from behind and said to them, “It's okay, Bruce, I will be playing with Alfred, he will teach me some stuff about myself, he is teaching me now how to control my powers”

Bruce said, “Wow, cool, now, I won't go to Opera, I would stay and play with them too”

Thomas said, “Bruce, you know, we have to go, all of us are invited, it would look bad if we don't go together”

Bruce said with a huge dissapointment, “Okay, Alfred, you have to show me also what you did with Clark”

Alfred said with a smile, “Okay, master Bruce, okay”

In the Opera House-

Thomas got a call from somewhere and after speaking in the phone for sometime, he became restless.

Martha asked, “What happened? Who was that?”

Thomas said, “I will tell you later but we have to go”

Martha said, “But concert didn't finish yet”

Thomas said, “We will go from backdoor, I already informed Alfred to send a limousine for us”

In the dark alley-

Martha said, “I am feeling little scared walking through such dirty dark alley”

Suddenly a man came out of nowhere and said, “Give me everything otherwise I will shoot you now”

Thomas said, “Okay, okay, don't shoot, this is my wallet, take everything, but don't shoot”

That guy said after looking at Martha's necklace, “Give me that necklace otherwise I will shoot”

Martha said, “No, this is my mother's, she gave me when she died, it's my mother's memory”

Suddenly, that guy shot twice and when Thomas tried to jump on that guy, he was shot as well

As both of them were struggling to have their last breath, that guy looked at frightened Bruce and said with a smile, “You can thank Jesus, kid, that I don't kill little kid, just know that it wasn't personal, I was hired to do this” and he left

Commissioner Gordon came quickly after hearing that his old friend Thomas Wayne and his wife was murdered infornt of their little boy in a dark alley

Commissioner Gordon said to a stiff Bruce while hugging, “You are not alone, Bruce, your father was my friend, I will always look after you, I will capture your parent's murderer and see it to that he gets the harshest punshiment possible”

Alfred said to Commissioner, “If everything is done, can I take him home?”

Commissioner Gordon said to Alfred, “Who are you?”

Alfred said, “I am his old friend plus butler plus housekeeper plus his guardian in absence of his parents”

Commissioner Gordon said,“Very Interesting!!! What are you two going to do in that huge mansion?”

Alfred said, “I was hoping to take him back to England, my homeland to get him away from all this nightmare for a while, we will return to Gotham later”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Good luck, by the way did you know anything about the last call that Mr Wayne took from some unknown source before all this”

Alfred said, “No, it's a news to me as well, keep me informed if you find anything more on this”

In the Wayne Mansion-

Bruce quickly went to his room and shut the door

Alfred said to Clark, “Has he eaten anything?”

Clark said, “Nope, he isn't even talking to me”

Alfred said to Clark, “It's understandable after this terrible tragedy, let's give him some space for awhile, in the meantime, we have something to discuss”

Clark said, “What? What is it?”

Alfred said, “Look, I have decided to take him back to London for awhile, change of scenery would be good for him, in the meantime, I know a decent couple in Smallville who are childless, I was thinking about asking them to adopt you, do you want that?”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “Don't worry, they are very very good individuals, they would love to have you as their son and I will return to Gotham in couple of years down the line with Bruce, you will stay with us then again in Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “I have taught everything to you that I know and knowing you, Clark, you will learn everything by yourself very very quickly, don't forget to hide your identity even from your new found adopted parents, you are now ready to assimilate with normal kids on your own age, again don't forget to hide your identity, act as any normal kid, go to school, study hard etc etc and lastly I may have found your mother ship in Antarctica from my past contacts, go check it out when you will grow up little more and more in control of your flight powers”

Clark said, “Okay and thanks Alfred for everything”

Alfred said, “I didn't do much, Clark, it's you, everything is your doing, you are such a brilliant kid, you will achieve a lot, always remember if you have abilities then use it to help others and always be responsible with your powers”

Clark said, “Thanks, I will always remember that”

8 years later in Smallville -

Clark Kent and Lana Lang was preparing to kiss for the first time…..

Suddenly, Clark heard a familiar tone….

“Great to see you, Clark, that you've grown out of that Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “You are Bruce, aren't you? Wow, you are definately looking like Mr Wayne's son”

Lana Lang said, “I read about you, Mr Wayne, I saw you in the news channel, your big return to Wayne industry”

Bruce said, “I know as if news reporters don't have any other things to write about, what about that guy who wears that black cape and wears that rediculas bat costume and do vigilantism in Gotham's night, crazy, I know”

Clark said, “I don't know about that because someone who would do something like that must be very skillful and damaged inside”

Lana Lang said, “Forget all that but Clark, you didn't tell me how do you two know each other?”

Clark said, “Late Mr Wayne, first adopted me and then after his death, Pa and Ma did as they were childless, I know Bruce from childhood”

Lana said, “How cool is that! And I thought you were just another small town bore”

Bruce said, “Ha, ha, Clark and boring!!!!!!”

Clark said, “No, you are right, I am just another small town bore, I am very lucky that you are with me”

Bruce said, “Clark, you should come back to Wayne Mansion, Alfred and me, both are missing you”

Clark said, “Thanks Bruce but I am happy living here”

Bruce said, “Really, in this small town!!! I thought we were brothers”

Clark said, “We are and we are always going to be but Smallville has now become a special place in my heart, I will visit Gotham later”

Bruce said, “Not later, day after tomorrow, I am throwing a big party in Wayne Mansion, both of you are invited”

Clark said, “Okay, Bruce, we will go”

Day after tomorrow-

Lana said to Bruce, “Wow, you used to live here? It must be very interesting”

Clark said, “Nuh, you get used to it after awhile, to be honest, it was lonely, I am lucky to have Pa and Ma”

Alfred hugged Clark after seeing him and said, “Look at you, Clark, what an impressive gentleman you have turned out to be”

Clark said, “Good to see you too, Alfred, you look the same as always”

Bruce said to Clark, “You guys came, let me introduce you to Mayor and Commissioner Gordon”

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Now that you are back what are you going to do? Are you going to take charge of your father's business?”

Bruce said, “I was hoping for that”

Suddenly, a beautiful red head young woman came and said to Commissioner, “Dad, it's a party, I am sure Mr Wayne has a lot on his plate, no business talk”

Bruce said, “Your name is Barbara, isn't it?”

Barbara said, “You remember me then”

Bruce said with a smile, “Why should not I? We used to read in the same class”

Barbara said, “Yes and if I remember correctly, you were quite a brat”

Bruce said with a huge smile, “What!!??! Me!!!!??? Noooooo!!!?!”

Bruce said to them, “Let me introduce to my brother Clark, his yet to be officially girlfriend Lana”

Clark said to Bruce with a smile, “We are not saying that”

Barbara said to them by looking at Lana, “I understand”

Lana said to Barbara, “Thanks for understanding”

Bruce said to them, “Yeah, you girls always stick together”

Barbara said, “As if you guys don't”

Suddenly, a breaking news came that all the dangerous and unstable patients from Arkham Asylum escaped.

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Sorry, but I have to go”

Bruce said, “Absolutely, absolutly”

Party was over slightly after that as public panic was spreading

When Clark was talking to both Lana and Barbara, he heard with his super hearing that Bruce said to Alfred, “It's time”

A couple of hours later-

Everyone saw in TV screen that a guy in bat like costume was chasing unstable violent patients of Arkham Asylum and capturing them with outstanding skills.

Lana said to Clark, “Wasn't Bruce talking about that guy? I don't like this vigilantism, these people think that they are some kind of Outlaws”

Barbara said to her, “Excuse me, I completely disagree with that, infact I would say Batman is doing what police should be doing, I know for a fact that as my father is the police commissioner, sometimes police are limited inspite of all their efforts, criminals get away so if this Batguy is doing something to that, I would say more power to him”

Clark said, “Hey, both of you, relax, I am sure police are handling it”

Clark said to them, “You guys sit here, I have to talk to Alfred”

Clark could not find either Bruce or Alfred in the mansion

He used his x-ray vision to find out about the underground cave.

He saw Alfred was sitting there infront of multiple large computer monitors.

He quickly discovered the entry point to that cave and went inside

Alfred hearing Clark's footsteps said, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to discover this cave, I guess it didn't take much time then”

Clark said, “Bruce is this Batman, isn't it?”

Alfred said, “What do you think?”

Clark said, “How could you let him do this?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this he can take care of himself very well”

Clark said, “All that time, you were gone, he was doing this?!?”

Alfred said, “And more”

Clark said, “Why? Why did he need to do this?”

Alfred said, “After his parent's death, Bruce was damaged very badly inside, he was in a very very dark place, the only way to channel his darkness was to focus on the right direction, I nudged it and rest he did that by himself”

Clark said, “There was no other option?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this that there is some very well constructed method to his madness”

Clark said, “You always told me to be responsible with my powers!!”

Alfred said, “And you did that, didn't you? That earth quake in Smallville, there was a news report that a guy who moved so fast that almost like a blur rescued a lot of people from the disaster, I knew it was you then and there, I am proud of you, Clark, I am proud of you”

Clark said, “But he doesn't have any powers, Alfred, he is just a human”

Alfred said, “He is not just a human anymore, Clark, he transformed himself to something more than that now, he lives by a code now, Bruce Wayne is the mask he wears outside, he is Batman inside”

Clark said, “And you are happy with that?”

Alfred said, “I am not unhappy specially considering the struggle he had to go through to become the symbol you are seeing today”

Clark said, “I should go there to help him”

Suddenly, Batman entered into the batcave.

Seeing Clark, he said, “I guess you would have figured it out by now”

Batman said to Alfred, “There's this guy whose face is burnt in acid calling himself Joker escaped from Arkham, he is highly dangerous and unpredictable, and I couldn't find him anywhere, we need to come up with a different strategy”

Clark said, “Let me help you Bruce”

Batman said, “You?? I am sorry you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry, what? I am not trained for this!!!”

Batman said, “What I do require more than powers and abilities and you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry but that's funny”

Batman said, “Oh! Really!! Come on, punch me, Clark”

Clark said, “What? Are you kidding? You must be kidding”

Suddenly, Batman punched towards Clark and Clark easily avoided that and said, “You are being childish Bruce” and suddenly Batman used some kind of sonic weapon on Clark and which made Clark nuts because of his super hearing

And Bruce said to him, “Now, imagine Clark if I had a kryptonite now which can be found by the way, it's rare but it can be found, this is why you need training”

Clark said, “Okay, you win, Bruce, teach me how to fight”

Bruce said, “And you will need a new uniform as well, you can't be blur all the time, you need to wear a mask, probably not like mine since you are epitome of light contrary to my darkness”

Alfred said, “And Clark, I have finallly been able to pin point the latitude and longitude of your mother ship in Antarctica, you might find something interesting there as well”

This will be the beginning of World's greatest team………


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5 Love

Never In My Wildest Dreams

You came into my world like high beams on some two lane highway in the middle of a desert night; just as I lost the fight between thirty more miles and pulling over for a nap until sunrise. Fracturing my momentary dream into a million pieces of panic and surprise as your light burned through the lids of my eyes and your horn’s noise grabbed at nerves that shook my insides alive.

I remember the giant halo of your glow and light coming head on, the fog in my brain was overwhelming, as muscle memory spurred both hands and they registered on the wheel. My grasp was wrapped tight and pulled sharply, sending me into a wrenching swerve; a sudden desperate attempt to avoid our impending collision, as you careened head long my way. In the moments that came, I couldn’t tell if you were slowing or attempting to avoid the obstruction of my vehicle that had wondered into your lane. I only knew the fear as my life flashed before my frozen, bulging eyes. I felt my knuckles strain, threatening to rip flesh, as they pulled against the tension of my grasp on the wheel.

I remember feeling my knee slam under the dash as terror took me and I over compensated. With pang in knee, I stabbed my foot back down at the break. I remember the feeling of gravity shift as my vehicle began to swerve and my body flatten into the door panel as I began the fight to regain control of my vehicle, careening down that lonely highway.

I remember my body recognized and felt something I couldn’t have truly felt. At least something felt different, this specific time, than any other before or after. Both the fear of loosing control and this new feeling are forever linked somehow. It was something I felt as my shoulder pressed into the drivers side door panel: the feel of the gravel beneath my tires, not in the normal sense of peeling out, or hot rodding around a turn, or when you are navigating a gravel incline and a tire slips, spinning a bit. But, I remember feeling every, single, piece, of gravel, as my tires slid over them, like they were brail desperately attempting to be read by someone with an untrained hand.

And suddenly, I remember, I was fighting gravity to avoid being thrown into the empty passenger seat next to me; with the dutiful assistance of my seat belt I remained square in seat. By this point my perspiration was beading at my brow and my palms were slick and damp. The smell filling my nose was terrible: rubber skidding across tar and the metal chemical burn of clutch mixed with burning metallic fumes of locked, red hot breaks. The noxious smoke produced from the instant tire tread wear of tires attempting to grapple with the texture of pavement at sixty miles per hour and the dust thrown up from the narrow desert road was thick in the air as my vehicle began to spin violently. This must have been one of my wildest dreams.

Your tail lights passed by my view out the front windshield a few times before I came to a slow, lazy roll backwards, eventually coming to a halt on the pavement; vision now dizzy and disoriented. My motion had not stopped however. The spinning had turned my head into one of those twirling carnival rides and transformed my extremities into shaking nerve noodles, who’s vibration emanated from my core.

Regaining my composure, I found myself immediately worried about who I had almost collided with and what state they were in; my concern seemingly met with reply as your hazard lights lit up from the tail lights of your vehicle ahead. I remember blood pumping in my temples as I raced toward your vehicle, grateful to be alive, and grateful you were still on the road and in one piece as well. Closing the distance to your flashing hazards just hoping you were okay. I felt embarrassed and foolish for putting myself, and you, at risk not stopping a few miles back. I prayed you were not scared or upset with me. Not knowing what to expect as I slowed to a jog nearing your vehicle, I took in the details of the multiple spins my vehicle completed as it whipped round and round directly down the center of the highway. I took in the sight of fresh tread on the pavement left by my tires, scrawled like a signature of some artist signing their work of near miss.

I remember as I looked up again to where your vehicle had come to a stop, that you too where now running my direction. As we approached each other I could tell we both did a quick visual assessment of each other, our vehicles, the tire tread scrawl on the road. We asked each other if the other was okay and learned no harm had come to the other other than shaken nerves and a bit of embarrassment on my part.

I remember hearing your laugh for the first time as we sat on the side of that highway in the middle of the night and lost track of time. We talked about everything, and nothing, as we watched the stars and smiled at each other honestly. Morning came faster than either of us expected announcing it’s a rival gloriously. The sunrise was exceptionally beautiful that morning. As we peacefully watched, finally pausing in conversation for the first time since we met, we took in it’s orange, blue, yellow, and pink shifting colors sharing glances at each other now and then, smiles and blushing cheeks as we did.

As the morning sun’s heat set upon our skin and the brightness of the desert view began to become overwhelming you turned to me with a smile. I remember taking your business card and the electricity fire through my fingertips as our hands touched for the first time.

Your touch felt so exotic then, like some distant land I had read a million books about and knew every detail of but had only learned from in the texts written in those pages. I imagine I looked like an adventurer, captivated and in awe, as they stepped of an old steam engine train onto a new landscape. Amusing the locals watching a new traveler standing starstruck seeing, smelling, and feeling the foreign environment they had read so much about but were only experiencing in person for the first time.

As I put your business card into my wallet, so many unknown feelings and pressing questions that I wanted to ask you were coming to my head fighting each other for place in line and internally pleading for one more second of your time. They were interrupted by one major new question I hadn’t considered so distracted by my internal conflict.

When would I would see you again? This question was followed by an even larger: Would I see you again? I was so caught off guard at their staggering weight I remember feeling intimidated by how much it meant to me. I chickened out. I didn’t ask and though in that moment didn’t know what to do with myself, or my shaken emotions, as we said our good byes.

Before you turned to depart I managed to make sure you too had my number and awkwardly, shuffled back, half facing you, half trying to walk away. I could tell you noticed in the words your smile always seemed to hold.

I remember you driving away and the stress I felt realizing we were going in opposite directions for the first time since we met and how something immediately felt missing in my world. I remember kicking myself not wanting to end up just some guy who you met and called you down the road or being just a story of a time you almost got hit head on by some guy in the middle a desert one night. A bit late, but just in time, I buckled my seat belt and decided not to become that guy. I threw my vehicle in drive and accelerated after you. Headed in your direction for the first time.

My heart raced as I drove fast to catch up to your vehicle once again and as I pulled up behind you, obnoxiously got your attention with my horn and the flashing of my lights. I couldn’t believe I had chased after you like a crazy! What would you think of this? Was I crazy?

As you stepped out of your vehicle your beauty was staggering and I confidently acknowledged, almost applauded myself; I had made the right decision. I jogged up to you on the pavement of that two lane highway and blurted out “When will I see you again?!”. Your laugh told me everything as it often did, I would learn.

I canceling my plans, my new job would have to wait, or I’d find a new one when I got to my destination. I suddenly had you placed at the center of my life’s main screen and didn’t for one second consider what else was on outside in my periphery. Everything seemed like it mattered just a little bit less than the focus my mind found when trained on you. I spent the day with you, headed in your direction. We played, both lost in the world together, on a new adventure, and loving every moment of it.

By that evening I was already in love, and knew it as for the first time I watched the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I will never in my wildest dreams forget your smile when I admitted my love to you as we watched those stars again, together, that second night.

I also remember how we really met, and this isn’t it! Not even close! But it sure could have been. I mean, some things are similar to how we met all those years ago. You do remember don’t you?

The night we first met we were hurling in each other’s direction at a million miles per hour and barely missed colliding. That near miss put us into permanent dance as we orbited each other - dancing in and out of each other’s life, always friends, lovers, strangers, family; whatever we needed to be for the other at that specific moment in time. The first night we met I knew I had met the most amazing woman and I couldn’t believe that I had finally found you; never in my wildest dreams did I think you were really out there.

We did watch the stars and talked until the sun came up. We also spent the next day playing together and I really did watch the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I did fall in love with you, only immediately, almost at first sight.

My love switch flipped the very moment you said “Hiiii” that way you did. Your mysterious brown eyes - strands coloring them wonderful, as your cheeks smiled for days. They reached into me latching onto my heart and I did not resist the comfort of your grasp. There was just something so familiar in the way you drew me in and made a place for me in your world. I felt like I had seen this smile of yours before somewhere and it belonged right after that “Hiiii”, and right in front of me. There was also something so familiar in the way you said my name, always smiling, you giggled a lot more back then.

I chased after you and that smile, following the echoes of that giggle from that moment on without any regret and loved every moment you chased me back laughing as we played. I remember how grateful I was getting to know you, and how grateful I always will be to have spent all the moments we shared through the years, building our story. The rest of that story and how we really first met is ours. A story to be remembered another time I think.


I remember the many other things that are similar in the story I have told but happened completely differently, to a completely different moment, in a completely different part of our story that I’d like to share in this letter to you. I think it is supposed to help...telling you these things, we always shared our deepest feelings with each other and It’s hard holding them all by myself. I’m working on it, love, I promised. Writing these letters to you and the chapters of our time together contained within.
In this part of our story, the true part of this story, and part of our chapters I’m sharing in this letter is a moment where I remember a collision that happened head on and it all started with a phone call.

I remember we were both asleep at the wheel and wholly unprepared as I raced down the highway to you. I remember how sudden the impact came after I reached your side. I remember the pain and jarring as your light in my world, that light that engulfed my vision completely, was in a moment no longer present. I remember my confusion as my momentum came to a complete, and immediate, stop. I remember that I didn’t even have time to scream or brace myself as everything in my world shattered in a devastating explosion and all it’s shiny pieces showered into the air around me. I remember that I didn’t even have both hands on the wheel as my life turned upside down. I remember that there was no seat belt to fasten me in as my breath choked in my throat, stalled, as if suspended mid air.

I remember the look, taste, sound, smell, touch, and feeling of every, single, thing, in that hospital room. I remember the smell of my tears in your hair. I remember how soft your skin was and that your fingernails were not painted like they normally were as I held your hand. I remember the feeling of my nerves as they achieved complete pandaemonium within me. I remember I was trembling as I struggled to breath between crying, then breathing, then crying, tasting the snot running from my nose mixed with the salt that clung to my face as I sat at your side. I remember hearing the sobs in the room as your heart rate monitor stopped blinking. I remember that exact moment you left me. I remember all of the feelings I felt at that moment as my emotions burned deep within and imprinted them as if by brand, permanently emblazoned on my soul. I remember not having the words for them then and I still do not have words for them now.

I remember every single detail, reflected in the pieces of my world as they crashed to the polished surface of the tiny room’s grey and white checkered tile floor. I remember that for the first time in a long time we were no longer running toward each other, or in the same direction together, and you weren’t there to make sure I was okay. I remember praying that you would be okay but my heart didn’t hear the echo of yours anymore to be sure. I remember hoping you were not lonely just minutes after you left and began crying: differently, because I didn’t know how to be there for you like I promised I always would be. I remember wanting so badly to chase after you, especially in the months that followed your funeral to keep that promise I made. I remember wanting to make sure you weren’t alone and be by your side as you took off on this new adventure to make sure you got under way okay. I remember trying to lighten my mood and joke about you making a new friend jealous, telling them about a guy that loved you unconditionally in another life. But, I remembered I could not chase you this time; I couldn’t be there to hold you if you happened to fall in love with him and he broke your heart. There was no catching up to you minutes down the road, just to see your smile again and hear you laugh at me for being silly. There was no way to pick you up off the ground and piece your heart back together with pieces of mine if it was broken this time.

I can only hope you receive all the letters like this one and that you are able to answer my call when I get home. We can meet in the middle of some two lane highway in the clouds, talking about life down below, or everything, or nothing, and laugh at the concept of time.

I can’t wait for that moment I see you again and we can remember all the years since the night we first met and remind each other how that story really went. I want so badly to be reminded exactly how it feels seeing the sunset reflect forever in your eyes like I used to.

I remember you every single day and wrote this letter to remind you: that more than anything, I patiently wait to learn how we finish our story, because never in my wildest dreams, could these stars be as beautiful as I remember, all those moments, I spent watching them with you.

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VICTIM OF RAPE..

I don’t know how I managed to, I just knew that I was able to find my way home after fighting against his tight grip. I really can’t explain how devastated I am right now. My fiancé  suddenly became a beast just because I didn’t permit him to have sex with me.

It's not the first time I am experiencing this but the difference is, I got away this time. I thought ken was different. He is a Christian. He speaks in tongues. In fact, he is the youth pastor of his Church—so respected and admired.

Why is all this happening to me, am I cursed? 

What ken did to me this evening brought back the memory of the incident that took place five years ago in my room when I was on campus.

It was not really my fault because I wasn't aware of his plans in the first place. It was like the usual visit to my place after examination, before the end of the semester. I was happy to see him as usual. We were in a relationship, though he wasn't the Church type but he is a good guy and caring at that.

My boyfriend came visiting and I made him comfortable in my abode by preparing his favourite meal and made him feel at home.

The sun began to say farewell to daylight and the twinkle twinkle little stars took over the mantle from day and stood in the gap for itself.

My roommate had gone for vigil as the semester was over. He had never slept in my place before, neither have I in his place even though he stays alone. I was surprised because it's past 8 and he wasn't making plans of leaving anytime soon.

As if reading my mind, he said he won't be leaving as he planned to spend the night with me before going home and moreover, he knows my roommate had gone for vigil. I didn't want to argue.

I adjusted the bedspread in the room and I made sure the door was properly locked, then we went to bed together.

And in the middle of the night, I felt a movement on my body. I thought it was cockroach but I knew it wasn't somehow, then he spoke in the dark, "Baby I want to feel you a little, maybe it will help me sleep as I'm finding it difficult to sleep." When did I turn to lullaby? I said in my mind.

Still struggling to open my mouth and say the word "NO, PLEASE" became a problem for me. While still contemplating how to turn him down without upsetting him, the pleasure I was getting wouldn't allow me. Many thoughts ran through my small mind and I finally said NO... NO... NO... DON'T.

But my plea fell on deaf ears. I got up and turned on the light and behold the TONY I saw was not the guy I knew and loved. He was so strange and different. 

Before I knew what was going on my clothes and body were separated. Until today, I can't explain how that magic happened within seconds. "Please don't", was the song I sang till my roommate came back in the morning.

I ended everything with him and I hated him from that day onward.

Or is it when I visited my friend from the fellowship and how I was raped in his room, I wished I died that day. The looks on his friend's face and neighbors, I picked my shattered self and walked head down to my room.

Or when I went to a remote village for service and the accommodation I was able to get because I was new to the area, how thieves visited that day and raped all the ladies there, of course I was not excluded.

I sometimes asked myself how can one person, I mean one small lady, have 3 rape cases in her life time from different men—beasts I mean.

I intentionally stayed away from men, anything men at all for four years.

Ken changed everything. I mean, he was an angel sent to wipe my sorrow and pains away, at least so I thought.

The testimony from his congregation about him gave me no doubt that he was the one.

TONY blamed me for what he did to me, he blamed me for raping me, imagine that!! For years I was with the guilt that I caused the rape, but I realized it wasn't my fault in any way. 

Ken taught on rape on one of the days I went to church. Yes, I realized I had forgotten God and had to go back to Him. My life was empty, full of bitterness and pain. I needed to be free at least, I want to drop the heavy loads I was carrying daily. 

It was so obvious that something was missing in my life, something no man can give. I resumed going to Church and studying the word.

I was invited to ken's Church and l liked the atmosphere and decided to stay, I decided to pitch my tent there. That was when the announcement of their youth programme was made, I gave it a thought to attend.

After hearing the word from the mouth of an handsome preacher like Ken, I was broken and I rededicated my life to God.

We became friends and finally got into a relationship. I finally thought THIS IS IT. 

I was happy, he was happy too and everything was just fine. I thought he was different because he talked about marriage, the very first guy to tell me he wants to get married to me.

WHY?                 WHY??                 WHY???

All men are after sex! I screamed at myself many times in the bathroom.

Sleep had lost its place in me that day, so I decided to surf my phone.

In the process, I saw a post on Facebook about rape by Louisa Ene Winnie and thought to read through. I then decided to tell my friend about my ordeals. I decided to share my story to let someone know how I have been feeling.

Gift was my roommate from year one until we graduated. She was devoted and humble. I have always admired her—everything about her—but I felt since we were both Christians there is nothing special about her. Notwithstanding, deep down I knew she was a better Christian than I am and a true one at that.

Fortunately for me, we attend the same Church but she is married with two kids and I try to avoid her most times in Church for no particular reason if you ask me or maybe am not being truthful to myself.

I know she somehow knew about me and pastor Ken (as he is fondly called by members).

I phoned her the next day and after exchanging pleasantries I told her I wanted to see her and it was very urgent.

Gift is so caring that she agreed to see me that day and we fixed a venue for our meeting, of course my place.

Immediately I saw my friend I couldn't hold back the tears, as I cried on her soft shoulders.

After some minutes of silence she said pastor Ken told her what happened and he is asking for my forgiveness.

I wasn't surprised because I once introduced him to Gift as my roommate and friend in school. But I didn't think he would tell her what he did to me, oh sorry, what he wanted to do to me.

She told me the same guy who attempted to rape me reported to her that I no longer answer his calls nor respond to his messages. “He must have lost his mind. What is he thinking?" I said and immediately narrated my side of the story to Gift. She just smirked after my long narration. 

“Gift, what’s all this? I expected you to scream and thank God for me but you are smiling instead. Don’t tell me you are for him or is it because he is a pastor?"

“Hey! Calm down” Gift said still smiling. "Do you know enough about this guy before going into a relationship with him?" She asked me. "Off course. I know his family members and a lot about his background. Besides the testimonies I heard about him gave me convictions that he is the one for me. He is a Pastor, he preaches so well and speaks in tongues."

"Babe, that’s not what I mean. Forget his family and his positions now. What do you know about his values? The person he is?"

“Eeeemmm….. he is a Christian, a Pastor.” "Forget all that for now!" Gift replied almost immediately. "I would be realistic with you, Cherish. I do not blame your ex boyfriends if not you. How could you be so insensitive that you are making the same mistake again?" 

"Gift tell me what you know, I want to be married like you and have a family."

"Cherish, in choosing a partner, if your values are not known and considered then you are planting banana peels on your way because the relationship might never result in marriage and even if it does the marriage have high chances of being faulty. You know why? Value systems is key to building solid relationships."

"This is why friendship should be the foundation of every boy and girl relationship. It is during the friendship stage that you get to discover his or her values like, his stand on purity, his goals, his priorities and many more and whether they align with yours or not. Then you get to know if he or she is someone you can go into a relationship with. Relationship is by choice just like friendship not by force or by pressure."

“Gift, how do I know someone’s values? After all I am not a witch.” "You ask questions dear. You need to ask questions concerning what you want to know. You don’t keep mute and be assuming that since he says he is a Christian or a Pastor and he goes to church he is for sexual purity. It doesn’t work that way."

"Pastors are humans too, though expectations are much of them but remember they are humans and thus not excluded from mistakes. They are men and women with blood flowing in their veins."

"You could ask like this, what is your view about sexual abstinence until marriage? What are your priorities?

I won't dispute the fact that every guy irrespective of who they are and what office they occupy wants just one thing in a relationship. Which is SEX, SEX and SEX!  Yes. I can say that again and again. They want it now, soon or later after marriage. What depicts their values is when they want it. 

It is now your choice to choose the one you want among them. That is why questioning is very vital before accepting a relationship and during the relationship before marriage is finally considered.

The habit of not asking questions has brought marriages to an end. Ask questions. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks, like this. Thank God you were able to escape. 

Another thing you should know, you shouldn't be visiting him alone especially in his house, except family house, and ensure people are around when you're together. If you must go alone make sure it is an open place like eateries or gardens, places where people are. Leave no room for temptation at all.

In all I have said forgive him but mind you the decision is still yours to make, I won't tell you to go back to him or not, with all I have said make your conclusion. Of course, ask the Holy Spirit to help you. Mind you, If your relationship with God is not solid, your relationship with the man will fail. 

Let no one tell you otherwise, Sex isn't part of a relationship personal terms and agreement. It is part of marriage covenant."

I wanted telling her about the other two rape cases that happened to me but I think I know what to do now, heal properly with the help of the Holy Spirit, forgive my offenders including Ken and solidify my relationship with God. 

Enough of keeping to myself, it's time to grow and glow with God's children. I saw lots of impactful articles on Winnie Ene Louisa's timeline for singles, it's time to read them up and learn.

Of course I'm not going back to ken but I must forgive him and move on.

Thanks so much Gift, I wish I had spoken to you long time ago just maybe things wouldn't be like this, but I'm glad to know now.

We are so many, Cherish, out there dying in silent pain. Some have been so consumed with self guilt that suicide was their only escape. 

Some blame their self for crimes that wasn't their fault that low self-esteem is now their name.

Jesus is the solution to all situation.

I'm Winnie making impact.

I say NO to rape.

I say NO to suicide.

Yes to freedom in  Christ.

I help singles lead godly healthy relationship.

I Write, Speak and Advocate.

©Winnie Ene Louisa

#Saynotorape
#saynotosexualabuse
#saynotosuicide

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VICTIM OF RAPE..

I don’t know how I managed to, I just knew that I was able to find my way home after fighting against his tight grip. I really can’t explain how devastated I am right now. My fiancé suddenly became a beast just because I didn’t permit him to have sex with me.

It's not the first time I am experiencing this but the difference is, I got away this time. I thought ken was different. He is a Christian. He speaks in tongues. In fact, he is the youth pastor of his Church—so respected and admired.

Why is all this happening to me, am I cursed?

What ken did to me this evening brought back the memory of the incident that took place five years ago in my room when I was on campus.

It was not really my fault because I wasn't aware of his plans in the first place. It was like the usual visit to my place after examination, before the end of the semester. I was happy to see him as usual. We were in a relationship, though he wasn't the Church type but he is a good guy and caring at that.

My boyfriend came visiting and I made him comfortable in my abode by preparing his favourite meal and made him feel at home.

The sun began to say farewell to daylight and the twinkle twinkle little stars took over the mantle from day and stood in the gap for itself.

My roommate had gone for vigil as the semester was over. He had never slept in my place before, neither have I in his place even though he stays alone. I was surprised because it's past 8 and he wasn't making plans of leaving anytime soon.

As if reading my mind, he said he won't be leaving as he planned to spend the night with me before going home and moreover, he knows my roommate had gone for vigil. I didn't want to argue.

I adjusted the bedspread in the room and I made sure the door was properly locked, then we went to bed together.

And in the middle of the night, I felt a movement on my body. I thought it was cockroach but I knew it wasn't somehow, then he spoke in the dark, "Baby I want to feel you a little, maybe it will help me sleep as I'm finding it difficult to sleep." When did I turn to lullaby? I said in my mind.

Still struggling to open my mouth and say the word "NO, PLEASE" became a problem for me. While still contemplating how to turn him down without upsetting him, the pleasure I was getting wouldn't allow me. Many thoughts ran through my small mind and I finally said NO... NO... NO... DON'T.

But my plea fell on deaf ears. I got up and turned on the light and behold the TONY I saw was not the guy I knew and loved. He was so strange and different.

Before I knew what was going on my clothes and body were separated. Until today, I can't explain how that magic happened within seconds. "Please don't", was the song I sang till my roommate came back in the morning.

I ended everything with him and I hated him from that day onward.

Or is it when I visited my friend from the fellowship and how I was raped in his room, I wished I died that day. The looks on his friend's face and neighbors, I picked my shattered self and walked head down to my room.

Or when I went to a remote village for service and the accommodation I was able to get because I was new to the area, how thieves visited that day and raped all the ladies there, of course I was not excluded.

I sometimes asked myself how can one person, I mean one small lady, have 3 rape cases in her life time from different men—beasts I mean.

I intentionally stayed away from men, anything men at all for four years.

Ken changed everything. I mean, he was an angel sent to wipe my sorrow and pains away, at least so I thought.

The testimony from his congregation about him gave me no doubt that he was the one.

TONY blamed me for what he did to me, he blamed me for raping me, imagine that!! For years I was with the guilt that I caused the rape, but I realized it wasn't my fault in any way.

Ken taught on rape on one of the days I went to church. Yes, I realized I had forgotten God and had to go back to Him. My life was empty, full of bitterness and pain. I needed to be free at least, I want to drop the heavy loads I was carrying daily.

It was so obvious that something was missing in my life, something no man can give. I resumed going to Church and studying the word.

I was invited to ken's Church and l liked the atmosphere and decided to stay, I decided to pitch my tent there. That was when the announcement of their youth programme was made, I gave it a thought to attend.

After hearing the word from the mouth of an handsome preacher like Ken, I was broken and I rededicated my life to God.

We became friends and finally got into a relationship. I finally thought THIS IS IT.

I was happy, he was happy too and everything was just fine. I thought he was different because he talked about marriage, the very first guy to tell me he wants to get married to me.

WHY? WHY?? WHY???

All men are after sex! I screamed at myself many times in the bathroom.

Sleep had lost its place in me that day, so I decided to surf my phone.

In the process, I saw a post on Facebook about rape by Louisa Ene Winnie and thought to read through. I then decided to tell my friend about my ordeals. I decided to share my story to let someone know how I have been feeling.

Gift was my roommate from year one until we graduated. She was devoted and humble. I have always admired her—everything about her—but I felt since we were both Christians there is nothing special about her. Notwithstanding, deep down I knew she was a better Christian than I am and a true one at that.

Fortunately for me, we attend the same Church but she is married with two kids and I try to avoid her most times in Church for no particular reason if you ask me or maybe am not being truthful to myself.

I know she somehow knew about me and pastor Ken (as he is fondly called by members).

I phoned her the next day and after exchanging pleasantries I told her I wanted to see her and it was very urgent.

Gift is so caring that she agreed to see me that day and we fixed a venue for our meeting, of course my place.

Immediately I saw my friend I couldn't hold back the tears, as I cried on her soft shoulders.

After some minutes of silence she said pastor Ken told her what happened and he is asking for my forgiveness.

I wasn't surprised because I once introduced him to Gift as my roommate and friend in school. But I didn't think he would tell her what he did to me, oh sorry, what he wanted to do to me.

She told me the same guy who attempted to rape me reported to her that I no longer answer his calls nor respond to his messages. “He must have lost his mind. What is he thinking?" I said and immediately narrated my side of the story to Gift. She just smirked after my long narration.

“Gift, what’s all this? I expected you to scream and thank God for me but you are smiling instead. Don’t tell me you are for him or is it because he is a pastor?"

“Hey! Calm down” Gift said still smiling. "Do you know enough about this guy before going into a relationship with him?" She asked me. "Off course. I know his family members and a lot about his background. Besides the testimonies I heard about him gave me convictions that he is the one for me. He is a Pastor, he preaches so well and speaks in tongues."

"Babe, that’s not what I mean. Forget his family and his positions now. What do you know about his values? The person he is?"

“Eeeemmm….. he is a Christian, a Pastor.” "Forget all that for now!" Gift replied almost immediately. "I would be realistic with you, Cherish. I do not blame your ex boyfriends if not you. How could you be so insensitive that you are making the same mistake again?"

"Gift tell me what you know, I want to be married like you and have a family."

"Cherish, in choosing a partner, if your values are not known and considered then you are planting banana peels on your way because the relationship might never result in marriage and even if it does the marriage have high chances of being faulty. You know why? Value systems is key to building solid relationships."

"This is why friendship should be the foundation of every boy and girl relationship. It is during the friendship stage that you get to discover his or her values like, his stand on purity, his goals, his priorities and many more and whether they align with yours or not. Then you get to know if he or she is someone you can go into a relationship with. Relationship is by choice just like friendship not by force or by pressure."

“Gift, how do I know someone’s values? After all I am not a witch.” "You ask questions dear. You need to ask questions concerning what you want to know. You don’t keep mute and be assuming that since he says he is a Christian or a Pastor and he goes to church he is for sexual purity. It doesn’t work that way."

"Pastors are humans too, though expectations are much of them but remember they are humans and thus not excluded from mistakes. They are men and women with blood flowing in their veins."

"You could ask like this, what is your view about sexual abstinence until marriage? What are your priorities?

I won't dispute the fact that every guy irrespective of who they are and what office they occupy wants just one thing in a relationship. Which is SEX, SEX and SEX! Yes. I can say that again and again. They want it now, soon or later after marriage. What depicts their values is when they want it.

It is now your choice to choose the one you want among them. That is why questioning is very vital before accepting a relationship and during the relationship before marriage is finally considered.

The habit of not asking questions has brought marriages to an end. Ask questions. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks, like this. Thank God you were able to escape.

Another thing you should know, you shouldn't be visiting him alone especially in his house, except family house, and ensure people are around when you're together. If you must go alone make sure it is an open place like eateries or gardens, places where people are. Leave no room for temptation at all.

In all I have said forgive him but mind you the decision is still yours to make, I won't tell you to go back to him or not, with all I have said make your conclusion. Of course, ask the Holy Spirit to help you. Mind you, If your relationship with God is not solid, your relationship with the man will fail.

Let no one tell you otherwise, Sex isn't part of a relationship personal terms and agreement. It is part of marriage covenant."

I wanted telling her about the other two rape cases that happened to me but I think I know what to do now, heal properly with the help of the Holy Spirit, forgive my offenders including Ken and solidify my relationship with God.

Enough of keeping to myself, it's time to grow and glow with God's children. I saw lots of impactful articles on Winnie Ene Louisa's timeline for singles, it's time to read them up and learn.

Of course I'm not going back to ken but I must forgive him and move on.

Thanks so much Gift, I wish I had spoken to you long time ago just maybe things wouldn't be like this, but I'm glad to know now.

We are so many, Cherish, out there dying in silent pain. Some have been so consumed with self guilt that suicide was their only escape.

Some blame their self for crimes that wasn't their fault that low self-esteem is now their name.

Jesus is the solution to all situation.

I'm Winnie making impact.

I say NO to rape.

I say NO to suicide.

Yes to freedom in Christ.

I help singles lead godly healthy relationship.

I Write, Speak and Advocate.

©Winnie Ene Louisa

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What would happen if Superman was found by Wayne and brought up with Bruce?


Okay, let's have some fun with it.

Let's have a story-

Thomas Wayne was traveling to Smallville for new business venture and he saw the kryptonian rocket landing in some of his just bought land.

He found a blue eyed little boy came out of the space ship smiling who managed to lift his limousine from one side.

Thomas Wayne was shocked out of his mind seeing everything and decided to bring the kid to his home - ‘The Wayne Mansion'

After hearing everything from Thomas, Martha Wayne was concerned, she asked him whether it was wise to bring an alien kid back in their home specially with Bruce being there

Thomas replied, “I thought about that but after looking at the innocent face of that child, I could not inform the authority with my right mind, they would keep him in some prison and would experiment on him”

Martha said, “But is Bruce safe with him?”

Thomas said, “Let’s have an eye on him for 24X7, I know a very well equipped guy for this, he is my old friend who is looking for a job currently, he is a war veteran and did some spying for the queen England, he has nowhere to go, he will be more than happy to do this job”

Martha asked, “What is his name?”

Thomas Wayne said, “He is known as Alfred Pennyworth, he is a decent human being despite his past”

6 years later-

Martha said to Thomas, “I won't have believed if you had told me that Clark would turn out to be such good boy, he has become such good friend to Bruce, both of them do everything together now”

Thomas said, “Yeah, I won't say that I didn't have any doubt but Clark is such a good boy, I mean Bruce is little naughty sometimes but not Clark, I think all the credit goes to Alfred”

A few minutes later-

Bruce ran towards Martha and asked angrily, “Mom, why can’t Clark come with us to the Opera House?”

Martha said, “We told you before that Clark is slightly different from us, we have to keep him in secret otherwise people would lock him up which is why Alfred home schooled him, he just can't come anywhere with us”

Bruce said, “Come on, it's not fair, if he doesn't go, I won't go either”

Thomas said to Bruce, “Come on, Bruce, please understand the situation…..”

Suddenly, Clark came from behind and said to them, “It's okay, Bruce, I will be playing with Alfred, he will teach me some stuff about myself, he is teaching me now how to control my powers”

Bruce said, “Wow, cool, now, I won't go to Opera, I would stay and play with them too”

Thomas said, “Bruce, you know, we have to go, all of us are invited, it would look bad if we don't go together”

Bruce said with a huge dissapointment, “Okay, Alfred, you have to show me also what you did with Clark”

Alfred said with a smile, “Okay, master Bruce, okay”

In the Opera House-

Thomas got a call from somewhere and after speaking in the phone for sometime, he became restless.

Martha asked, “What happened? Who was that?”

Thomas said, “I will tell you later but we have to go”

Martha said, “But concert didn't finish yet”

Thomas said, “We will go from backdoor, I already informed Alfred to send a limousine for us”

In the dark alley-

Martha said, “I am feeling little scared walking through such dirty dark alley”

Suddenly a man came out of nowhere and said, “Give me everything otherwise I will shoot you now”

Thomas said, “Okay, okay, don't shoot, this is my wallet, take everything, but don't shoot”

That guy said after looking at Martha's necklace, “Give me that necklace otherwise I will shoot”

Martha said, “No, this is my mother's, she gave me when she died, it's my mother's memory”

Suddenly, that guy shot twice and when Thomas tried to jump on that guy, he was shot as well

As both of them were struggling to have their last breath, that guy looked at frightened Bruce and said with a smile, “You can thank Jesus, kid, that I don't kill little kid, just know that it wasn't personal, I was hired to do this” and he left

Commissioner Gordon came quickly after hearing that his old friend Thomas Wayne and his wife was murdered infornt of their little boy in a dark alley

Commissioner Gordon said to a stiff Bruce while hugging, “You are not alone, Bruce, your father was my friend, I will always look after you, I will capture your parent's murderer and see it to that he gets the harshest punshiment possible”

Alfred said to Commissioner, “If everything is done, can I take him home?”

Commissioner Gordon said to Alfred, “Who are you?”

Alfred said, “I am his old friend plus butler plus housekeeper plus his guardian in absence of his parents”

Commissioner Gordon said,“Very Interesting!!! What are you two going to do in that huge mansion?”

Alfred said, “I was hoping to take him back to England, my homeland to get him away from all this nightmare for a while, we will return to Gotham later”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Good luck, by the way did you know anything about the last call that Mr Wayne took from some unknown source before all this”

Alfred said, “No, it's a news to me as well, keep me informed if you find anything more on this”

In the Wayne Mansion-

Bruce quickly went to his room and shut the door

Alfred said to Clark, “Has he eaten anything?”

Clark said, “Nope, he isn't even talking to me”

Alfred said to Clark, “It's understandable after this terrible tragedy, let's give him some space for awhile, in the meantime, we have something to discuss”

Clark said, “What? What is it?”

Alfred said, “Look, I have decided to take him back to London for awhile, change of scenery would be good for him, in the meantime, I know a decent couple in Smallville who are childless, I was thinking about asking them to adopt you, do you want that?”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “Don't worry, they are very very good individuals, they would love to have you as their son and I will return to Gotham in couple of years down the line with Bruce, you will stay with us then again in Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “I have taught everything to you that I know and knowing you, Clark, you will learn everything by yourself very very quickly, don't forget to hide your identity even from your new found adopted parents, you are now ready to assimilate with normal kids on your own age, again don't forget to hide your identity, act as any normal kid, go to school, study hard etc etc and lastly I may have found your mother ship in Antarctica from my past contacts, go check it out when you will grow up little more and more in control of your flight powers”

Clark said, “Okay and thanks Alfred for everything”

Alfred said, “I didn't do much, Clark, it's you, everything is your doing, you are such a brilliant kid, you will achieve a lot, always remember if you have abilities then use it to help others and always be responsible with your powers”

Clark said, “Thanks, I will always remember that”

8 years later in Smallville -

Clark Kent and Lana Lang was preparing to kiss for the first time…..

Suddenly, Clark heard a familiar tone….

“Great to see you, Clark, that you've grown out of that Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “You are Bruce, aren't you? Wow, you are definately looking like Mr Wayne's son”

Lana Lang said, “I read about you, Mr Wayne, I saw you in the news channel, your big return to Wayne industry”

Bruce said, “I know as if news reporters don't have any other things to write about, what about that guy who wears that black cape and wears that rediculas bat costume and do vigilantism in Gotham's night, crazy, I know”

Clark said, “I don't know about that because someone who would do something like that must be very skillful and damaged inside”

Lana Lang said, “Forget all that but Clark, you didn't tell me how do you two know each other?”

Clark said, “Late Mr Wayne, first adopted me and then after his death, Pa and Ma did as they were childless, I know Bruce from childhood”

Lana said, “How cool is that! And I thought you were just another small town bore”

Bruce said, “Ha, ha, Clark and boring!!!!!!”

Clark said, “No, you are right, I am just another small town bore, I am very lucky that you are with me”

Bruce said, “Clark, you should come back to Wayne Mansion, Alfred and me, both are missing you”

Clark said, “Thanks Bruce but I am happy living here”

Bruce said, “Really, in this small town!!! I thought we were brothers”

Clark said, “We are and we are always going to be but Smallville has now become a special place in my heart, I will visit Gotham later”

Bruce said, “Not later, day after tomorrow, I am throwing a big party in Wayne Mansion, both of you are invited”

Clark said, “Okay, Bruce, we will go”

Day after tomorrow-

Lana said to Bruce, “Wow, you used to live here? It must be very interesting”

Clark said, “Nuh, you get used to it after awhile, to be honest, it was lonely, I am lucky to have Pa and Ma”

Alfred hugged Clark after seeing him and said, “Look at you, Clark, what an impressive gentleman you have turned out to be”

Clark said, “Good to see you too, Alfred, you look the same as always”

Bruce said to Clark, “You guys came, let me introduce you to Mayor and Commissioner Gordon”

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Now that you are back what are you going to do? Are you going to take charge of your father's business?”

Bruce said, “I was hoping for that”

Suddenly, a beautiful red head young woman came and said to Commissioner, “Dad, it's a party, I am sure Mr Wayne has a lot on his plate, no business talk”

Bruce said, “Your name is Barbara, isn't it?”

Barbara said, “You remember me then”

Bruce said with a smile, “Why should not I? We used to read in the same class”

Barbara said, “Yes and if I remember correctly, you were quite a brat”

Bruce said with a huge smile, “What!!??! Me!!!!??? Noooooo!!!?!”

Bruce said to them, “Let me introduce to my brother Clark, his yet to be officially girlfriend Lana”

Clark said to Bruce with a smile, “We are not saying that”

Barbara said to them by looking at Lana, “I understand”

Lana said to Barbara, “Thanks for understanding”

Bruce said to them, “Yeah, you girls always stick together”

Barbara said, “As if you guys don't”

Suddenly, a breaking news came that all the dangerous and unstable patients from Arkham Asylum escaped.

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Sorry, but I have to go”

Bruce said, “Absolutely, absolutly”

Party was over slightly after that as public panic was spreading

When Clark was talking to both Lana and Barbara, he heard with his super hearing that Bruce said to Alfred, “It's time”

A couple of hours later-

Everyone saw in TV screen that a guy in bat like costume was chasing unstable violent patients of Arkham Asylum and capturing them with outstanding skills.

Lana said to Clark, “Wasn't Bruce talking about that guy? I don't like this vigilantism, these people think that they are some kind of Outlaws”

Barbara said to her, “Excuse me, I completely disagree with that, infact I would say Batman is doing what police should be doing, I know for a fact that as my father is the police commissioner, sometimes police are limited inspite of all their efforts, criminals get away so if this Batguy is doing something to that, I would say more power to him”

Clark said, “Hey, both of you, relax, I am sure police are handling it”

Clark said to them, “You guys sit here, I have to talk to Alfred”

Clark could not find either Bruce or Alfred in the mansion

He used his x-ray vision to find out about the underground cave.

He saw Alfred was sitting there infront of multiple large computer monitors.

He quickly discovered the entry point to that cave and went inside

Alfred hearing Clark's footsteps said, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to discover this cave, I guess it didn't take much time then”

Clark said, “Bruce is this Batman, isn't it?”

Alfred said, “What do you think?”

Clark said, “How could you let him do this?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this he can take care of himself very well”

Clark said, “All that time, you were gone, he was doing this?!?”

Alfred said, “And more”

Clark said, “Why? Why did he need to do this?”

Alfred said, “After his parent's death, Bruce was damaged very badly inside, he was in a very very dark place, the only way to channel his darkness was to focus on the right direction, I nudged it and rest he did that by himself”

Clark said, “There was no other option?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this that there is some very well constructed method to his madness”

Clark said, “You always told me to be responsible with my powers!!”

Alfred said, “And you did that, didn't you? That earth quake in Smallville, there was a news report that a guy who moved so fast that almost like a blur rescued a lot of people from the disaster, I knew it was you then and there, I am proud of you, Clark, I am proud of you”

Clark said, “But he doesn't have any powers, Alfred, he is just a human”

Alfred said, “He is not just a human anymore, Clark, he transformed himself to something more than that now, he lives by a code now, Bruce Wayne is the mask he wears outside, he is Batman inside”

Clark said, “And you are happy with that?”

Alfred said, “I am not unhappy specially considering the struggle he had to go through to become the symbol you are seeing today”

Clark said, “I should go there to help him”

Suddenly, Batman entered into the batcave.

Seeing Clark, he said, “I guess you would have figured it out by now”

Batman said to Alfred, “There's this guy whose face is burnt in acid calling himself Joker escaped from Arkham, he is highly dangerous and unpredictable, and I couldn't find him anywhere, we need to come up with a different strategy”

Clark said, “Let me help you Bruce”

Batman said, “You?? I am sorry you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry, what? I am not trained for this!!!”

Batman said, “What I do require more than powers and abilities and you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry but that's funny”

Batman said, “Oh! Really!! Come on, punch me, Clark”

Clark said, “What? Are you kidding? You must be kidding”

Suddenly, Batman punched towards Clark and Clark easily avoided that and said, “You are being childish Bruce” and suddenly Batman used some kind of sonic weapon on Clark and which made Clark nuts because of his super hearing

And Bruce said to him, “Now, imagine Clark if I had a kryptonite now which can be found by the way, it's rare but it can be found, this is why you need training”

Clark said, “Okay, you win, Bruce, teach me how to fight”

Bruce said, “And you will need a new uniform as well, you can't be blur all the time, you need to wear a mask, probably not like mine since you are epitome of light contrary to my darkness”

Alfred said, “And Clark, I have finallly been able to pin point the latitude and longitude of your mother ship in Antarctica, you might find something interesting there as well”

This will be the beginning of World's greatest team………


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5 Love

Never In My Wildest Dreams

You came into my world like high beams on some two lane highway in the middle of a desert night; just as I lost the fight between thirty more miles and pulling over for a nap until sunrise. Fracturing my momentary dream into a million pieces of panic and surprise as your light burned through the lids of my eyes and your horn’s noise grabbed at nerves that shook my insides alive.

I remember the giant halo of your glow and light coming head on, the fog in my brain was overwhelming, as muscle memory spurred both hands and they registered on the wheel. My grasp was wrapped tight and pulled sharply, sending me into a wrenching swerve; a sudden desperate attempt to avoid our impending collision, as you careened head long my way. In the moments that came, I couldn’t tell if you were slowing or attempting to avoid the obstruction of my vehicle that had wondered into your lane. I only knew the fear as my life flashed before my frozen, bulging eyes. I felt my knuckles strain, threatening to rip flesh, as they pulled against the tension of my grasp on the wheel.

I remember feeling my knee slam under the dash as terror took me and I over compensated. With pang in knee, I stabbed my foot back down at the break. I remember the feeling of gravity shift as my vehicle began to swerve and my body flatten into the door panel as I began the fight to regain control of my vehicle, careening down that lonely highway.

I remember my body recognized and felt something I couldn’t have truly felt. At least something felt different, this specific time, than any other before or after. Both the fear of loosing control and this new feeling are forever linked somehow. It was something I felt as my shoulder pressed into the drivers side door panel: the feel of the gravel beneath my tires, not in the normal sense of peeling out, or hot rodding around a turn, or when you are navigating a gravel incline and a tire slips, spinning a bit. But, I remember feeling every, single, piece, of gravel, as my tires slid over them, like they were brail desperately attempting to be read by someone with an untrained hand.

And suddenly, I remember, I was fighting gravity to avoid being thrown into the empty passenger seat next to me; with the dutiful assistance of my seat belt I remained square in seat. By this point my perspiration was beading at my brow and my palms were slick and damp. The smell filling my nose was terrible: rubber skidding across tar and the metal chemical burn of clutch mixed with burning metallic fumes of locked, red hot breaks. The noxious smoke produced from the instant tire tread wear of tires attempting to grapple with the texture of pavement at sixty miles per hour and the dust thrown up from the narrow desert road was thick in the air as my vehicle began to spin violently. This must have been one of my wildest dreams.

Your tail lights passed by my view out the front windshield a few times before I came to a slow, lazy roll backwards, eventually coming to a halt on the pavement; vision now dizzy and disoriented. My motion had not stopped however. The spinning had turned my head into one of those twirling carnival rides and transformed my extremities into shaking nerve noodles, who’s vibration emanated from my core.

Regaining my composure, I found myself immediately worried about who I had almost collided with and what state they were in; my concern seemingly met with reply as your hazard lights lit up from the tail lights of your vehicle ahead. I remember blood pumping in my temples as I raced toward your vehicle, grateful to be alive, and grateful you were still on the road and in one piece as well. Closing the distance to your flashing hazards just hoping you were okay. I felt embarrassed and foolish for putting myself, and you, at risk not stopping a few miles back. I prayed you were not scared or upset with me. Not knowing what to expect as I slowed to a jog nearing your vehicle, I took in the details of the multiple spins my vehicle completed as it whipped round and round directly down the center of the highway. I took in the sight of fresh tread on the pavement left by my tires, scrawled like a signature of some artist signing their work of near miss.

I remember as I looked up again to where your vehicle had come to a stop, that you too where now running my direction. As we approached each other I could tell we both did a quick visual assessment of each other, our vehicles, the tire tread scrawl on the road. We asked each other if the other was okay and learned no harm had come to the other other than shaken nerves and a bit of embarrassment on my part.

I remember hearing your laugh for the first time as we sat on the side of that highway in the middle of the night and lost track of time. We talked about everything, and nothing, as we watched the stars and smiled at each other honestly. Morning came faster than either of us expected announcing it’s a rival gloriously. The sunrise was exceptionally beautiful that morning. As we peacefully watched, finally pausing in conversation for the first time since we met, we took in it’s orange, blue, yellow, and pink shifting colors sharing glances at each other now and then, smiles and blushing cheeks as we did.

As the morning sun’s heat set upon our skin and the brightness of the desert view began to become overwhelming you turned to me with a smile. I remember taking your business card and the electricity fire through my fingertips as our hands touched for the first time.

Your touch felt so exotic then, like some distant land I had read a million books about and knew every detail of but had only learned from in the texts written in those pages. I imagine I looked like an adventurer, captivated and in awe, as they stepped of an old steam engine train onto a new landscape. Amusing the locals watching a new traveler standing starstruck seeing, smelling, and feeling the foreign environment they had read so much about but were only experiencing in person for the first time.

As I put your business card into my wallet, so many unknown feelings and pressing questions that I wanted to ask you were coming to my head fighting each other for place in line and internally pleading for one more second of your time. They were interrupted by one major new question I hadn’t considered so distracted by my internal conflict.

When would I would see you again? This question was followed by an even larger: Would I see you again? I was so caught off guard at their staggering weight I remember feeling intimidated by how much it meant to me. I chickened out. I didn’t ask and though in that moment didn’t know what to do with myself, or my shaken emotions, as we said our good byes.

Before you turned to depart I managed to make sure you too had my number and awkwardly, shuffled back, half facing you, half trying to walk away. I could tell you noticed in the words your smile always seemed to hold.

I remember you driving away and the stress I felt realizing we were going in opposite directions for the first time since we met and how something immediately felt missing in my world. I remember kicking myself not wanting to end up just some guy who you met and called you down the road or being just a story of a time you almost got hit head on by some guy in the middle a desert one night. A bit late, but just in time, I buckled my seat belt and decided not to become that guy. I threw my vehicle in drive and accelerated after you. Headed in your direction for the first time.

My heart raced as I drove fast to catch up to your vehicle once again and as I pulled up behind you, obnoxiously got your attention with my horn and the flashing of my lights. I couldn’t believe I had chased after you like a crazy! What would you think of this? Was I crazy?

As you stepped out of your vehicle your beauty was staggering and I confidently acknowledged, almost applauded myself; I had made the right decision. I jogged up to you on the pavement of that two lane highway and blurted out “When will I see you again?!”. Your laugh told me everything as it often did, I would learn.

I canceling my plans, my new job would have to wait, or I’d find a new one when I got to my destination. I suddenly had you placed at the center of my life’s main screen and didn’t for one second consider what else was on outside in my periphery. Everything seemed like it mattered just a little bit less than the focus my mind found when trained on you. I spent the day with you, headed in your direction. We played, both lost in the world together, on a new adventure, and loving every moment of it.

By that evening I was already in love, and knew it as for the first time I watched the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I will never in my wildest dreams forget your smile when I admitted my love to you as we watched those stars again, together, that second night.

I also remember how we really met, and this isn’t it! Not even close! But it sure could have been. I mean, some things are similar to how we met all those years ago. You do remember don’t you?

The night we first met we were hurling in each other’s direction at a million miles per hour and barely missed colliding. That near miss put us into permanent dance as we orbited each other - dancing in and out of each other’s life, always friends, lovers, strangers, family; whatever we needed to be for the other at that specific moment in time. The first night we met I knew I had met the most amazing woman and I couldn’t believe that I had finally found you; never in my wildest dreams did I think you were really out there.

We did watch the stars and talked until the sun came up. We also spent the next day playing together and I really did watch the sunset reflect forever in your eyes. I did fall in love with you, only immediately, almost at first sight.

My love switch flipped the very moment you said “Hiiii” that way you did. Your mysterious brown eyes - strands coloring them wonderful, as your cheeks smiled for days. They reached into me latching onto my heart and I did not resist the comfort of your grasp. There was just something so familiar in the way you drew me in and made a place for me in your world. I felt like I had seen this smile of yours before somewhere and it belonged right after that “Hiiii”, and right in front of me. There was also something so familiar in the way you said my name, always smiling, you giggled a lot more back then.

I chased after you and that smile, following the echoes of that giggle from that moment on without any regret and loved every moment you chased me back laughing as we played. I remember how grateful I was getting to know you, and how grateful I always will be to have spent all the moments we shared through the years, building our story. The rest of that story and how we really first met is ours. A story to be remembered another time I think.


I remember the many other things that are similar in the story I have told but happened completely differently, to a completely different moment, in a completely different part of our story that I’d like to share in this letter to you. I think it is supposed to help...telling you these things, we always shared our deepest feelings with each other and It’s hard holding them all by myself. I’m working on it, love, I promised. Writing these letters to you and the chapters of our time together contained within.
In this part of our story, the true part of this story, and part of our chapters I’m sharing in this letter is a moment where I remember a collision that happened head on and it all started with a phone call.

I remember we were both asleep at the wheel and wholly unprepared as I raced down the highway to you. I remember how sudden the impact came after I reached your side. I remember the pain and jarring as your light in my world, that light that engulfed my vision completely, was in a moment no longer present. I remember my confusion as my momentum came to a complete, and immediate, stop. I remember that I didn’t even have time to scream or brace myself as everything in my world shattered in a devastating explosion and all it’s shiny pieces showered into the air around me. I remember that I didn’t even have both hands on the wheel as my life turned upside down. I remember that there was no seat belt to fasten me in as my breath choked in my throat, stalled, as if suspended mid air.

I remember the look, taste, sound, smell, touch, and feeling of every, single, thing, in that hospital room. I remember the smell of my tears in your hair. I remember how soft your skin was and that your fingernails were not painted like they normally were as I held your hand. I remember the feeling of my nerves as they achieved complete pandaemonium within me. I remember I was trembling as I struggled to breath between crying, then breathing, then crying, tasting the snot running from my nose mixed with the salt that clung to my face as I sat at your side. I remember hearing the sobs in the room as your heart rate monitor stopped blinking. I remember that exact moment you left me. I remember all of the feelings I felt at that moment as my emotions burned deep within and imprinted them as if by brand, permanently emblazoned on my soul. I remember not having the words for them then and I still do not have words for them now.

I remember every single detail, reflected in the pieces of my world as they crashed to the polished surface of the tiny room’s grey and white checkered tile floor. I remember that for the first time in a long time we were no longer running toward each other, or in the same direction together, and you weren’t there to make sure I was okay. I remember praying that you would be okay but my heart didn’t hear the echo of yours anymore to be sure. I remember hoping you were not lonely just minutes after you left and began crying: differently, because I didn’t know how to be there for you like I promised I always would be. I remember wanting so badly to chase after you, especially in the months that followed your funeral to keep that promise I made. I remember wanting to make sure you weren’t alone and be by your side as you took off on this new adventure to make sure you got under way okay. I remember trying to lighten my mood and joke about you making a new friend jealous, telling them about a guy that loved you unconditionally in another life. But, I remembered I could not chase you this time; I couldn’t be there to hold you if you happened to fall in love with him and he broke your heart. There was no catching up to you minutes down the road, just to see your smile again and hear you laugh at me for being silly. There was no way to pick you up off the ground and piece your heart back together with pieces of mine if it was broken this time.

I can only hope you receive all the letters like this one and that you are able to answer my call when I get home. We can meet in the middle of some two lane highway in the clouds, talking about life down below, or everything, or nothing, and laugh at the concept of time.

I can’t wait for that moment I see you again and we can remember all the years since the night we first met and remind each other how that story really went. I want so badly to be reminded exactly how it feels seeing the sunset reflect forever in your eyes like I used to.

I remember you every single day and wrote this letter to remind you: that more than anything, I patiently wait to learn how we finish our story, because never in my wildest dreams, could these stars be as beautiful as I remember, all those moments, I spent watching them with you.

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6 Love
VICTIM OF RAPE..

I don’t know how I managed to, I just knew that I was able to find my way home after fighting against his tight grip. I really can’t explain how devastated I am right now. My fiancé  suddenly became a beast just because I didn’t permit him to have sex with me.

It's not the first time I am experiencing this but the difference is, I got away this time. I thought ken was different. He is a Christian. He speaks in tongues. In fact, he is the youth pastor of his Church—so respected and admired.

Why is all this happening to me, am I cursed? 

What ken did to me this evening brought back the memory of the incident that took place five years ago in my room when I was on campus.

It was not really my fault because I wasn't aware of his plans in the first place. It was like the usual visit to my place after examination, before the end of the semester. I was happy to see him as usual. We were in a relationship, though he wasn't the Church type but he is a good guy and caring at that.

My boyfriend came visiting and I made him comfortable in my abode by preparing his favourite meal and made him feel at home.

The sun began to say farewell to daylight and the twinkle twinkle little stars took over the mantle from day and stood in the gap for itself.

My roommate had gone for vigil as the semester was over. He had never slept in my place before, neither have I in his place even though he stays alone. I was surprised because it's past 8 and he wasn't making plans of leaving anytime soon.

As if reading my mind, he said he won't be leaving as he planned to spend the night with me before going home and moreover, he knows my roommate had gone for vigil. I didn't want to argue.

I adjusted the bedspread in the room and I made sure the door was properly locked, then we went to bed together.

And in the middle of the night, I felt a movement on my body. I thought it was cockroach but I knew it wasn't somehow, then he spoke in the dark, "Baby I want to feel you a little, maybe it will help me sleep as I'm finding it difficult to sleep." When did I turn to lullaby? I said in my mind.

Still struggling to open my mouth and say the word "NO, PLEASE" became a problem for me. While still contemplating how to turn him down without upsetting him, the pleasure I was getting wouldn't allow me. Many thoughts ran through my small mind and I finally said NO... NO... NO... DON'T.

But my plea fell on deaf ears. I got up and turned on the light and behold the TONY I saw was not the guy I knew and loved. He was so strange and different. 

Before I knew what was going on my clothes and body were separated. Until today, I can't explain how that magic happened within seconds. "Please don't", was the song I sang till my roommate came back in the morning.

I ended everything with him and I hated him from that day onward.

Or is it when I visited my friend from the fellowship and how I was raped in his room, I wished I died that day. The looks on his friend's face and neighbors, I picked my shattered self and walked head down to my room.

Or when I went to a remote village for service and the accommodation I was able to get because I was new to the area, how thieves visited that day and raped all the ladies there, of course I was not excluded.

I sometimes asked myself how can one person, I mean one small lady, have 3 rape cases in her life time from different men—beasts I mean.

I intentionally stayed away from men, anything men at all for four years.

Ken changed everything. I mean, he was an angel sent to wipe my sorrow and pains away, at least so I thought.

The testimony from his congregation about him gave me no doubt that he was the one.

TONY blamed me for what he did to me, he blamed me for raping me, imagine that!! For years I was with the guilt that I caused the rape, but I realized it wasn't my fault in any way. 

Ken taught on rape on one of the days I went to church. Yes, I realized I had forgotten God and had to go back to Him. My life was empty, full of bitterness and pain. I needed to be free at least, I want to drop the heavy loads I was carrying daily. 

It was so obvious that something was missing in my life, something no man can give. I resumed going to Church and studying the word.

I was invited to ken's Church and l liked the atmosphere and decided to stay, I decided to pitch my tent there. That was when the announcement of their youth programme was made, I gave it a thought to attend.

After hearing the word from the mouth of an handsome preacher like Ken, I was broken and I rededicated my life to God.

We became friends and finally got into a relationship. I finally thought THIS IS IT. 

I was happy, he was happy too and everything was just fine. I thought he was different because he talked about marriage, the very first guy to tell me he wants to get married to me.

WHY?                 WHY??                 WHY???

All men are after sex! I screamed at myself many times in the bathroom.

Sleep had lost its place in me that day, so I decided to surf my phone.

In the process, I saw a post on Facebook about rape by Louisa Ene Winnie and thought to read through. I then decided to tell my friend about my ordeals. I decided to share my story to let someone know how I have been feeling.

Gift was my roommate from year one until we graduated. She was devoted and humble. I have always admired her—everything about her—but I felt since we were both Christians there is nothing special about her. Notwithstanding, deep down I knew she was a better Christian than I am and a true one at that.

Fortunately for me, we attend the same Church but she is married with two kids and I try to avoid her most times in Church for no particular reason if you ask me or maybe am not being truthful to myself.

I know she somehow knew about me and pastor Ken (as he is fondly called by members).

I phoned her the next day and after exchanging pleasantries I told her I wanted to see her and it was very urgent.

Gift is so caring that she agreed to see me that day and we fixed a venue for our meeting, of course my place.

Immediately I saw my friend I couldn't hold back the tears, as I cried on her soft shoulders.

After some minutes of silence she said pastor Ken told her what happened and he is asking for my forgiveness.

I wasn't surprised because I once introduced him to Gift as my roommate and friend in school. But I didn't think he would tell her what he did to me, oh sorry, what he wanted to do to me.

She told me the same guy who attempted to rape me reported to her that I no longer answer his calls nor respond to his messages. “He must have lost his mind. What is he thinking?" I said and immediately narrated my side of the story to Gift. She just smirked after my long narration. 

“Gift, what’s all this? I expected you to scream and thank God for me but you are smiling instead. Don’t tell me you are for him or is it because he is a pastor?"

“Hey! Calm down” Gift said still smiling. "Do you know enough about this guy before going into a relationship with him?" She asked me. "Off course. I know his family members and a lot about his background. Besides the testimonies I heard about him gave me convictions that he is the one for me. He is a Pastor, he preaches so well and speaks in tongues."

"Babe, that’s not what I mean. Forget his family and his positions now. What do you know about his values? The person he is?"

“Eeeemmm….. he is a Christian, a Pastor.” "Forget all that for now!" Gift replied almost immediately. "I would be realistic with you, Cherish. I do not blame your ex boyfriends if not you. How could you be so insensitive that you are making the same mistake again?" 

"Gift tell me what you know, I want to be married like you and have a family."

"Cherish, in choosing a partner, if your values are not known and considered then you are planting banana peels on your way because the relationship might never result in marriage and even if it does the marriage have high chances of being faulty. You know why? Value systems is key to building solid relationships."

"This is why friendship should be the foundation of every boy and girl relationship. It is during the friendship stage that you get to discover his or her values like, his stand on purity, his goals, his priorities and many more and whether they align with yours or not. Then you get to know if he or she is someone you can go into a relationship with. Relationship is by choice just like friendship not by force or by pressure."

“Gift, how do I know someone’s values? After all I am not a witch.” "You ask questions dear. You need to ask questions concerning what you want to know. You don’t keep mute and be assuming that since he says he is a Christian or a Pastor and he goes to church he is for sexual purity. It doesn’t work that way."

"Pastors are humans too, though expectations are much of them but remember they are humans and thus not excluded from mistakes. They are men and women with blood flowing in their veins."

"You could ask like this, what is your view about sexual abstinence until marriage? What are your priorities?

I won't dispute the fact that every guy irrespective of who they are and what office they occupy wants just one thing in a relationship. Which is SEX, SEX and SEX!  Yes. I can say that again and again. They want it now, soon or later after marriage. What depicts their values is when they want it. 

It is now your choice to choose the one you want among them. That is why questioning is very vital before accepting a relationship and during the relationship before marriage is finally considered.

The habit of not asking questions has brought marriages to an end. Ask questions. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks, like this. Thank God you were able to escape. 

Another thing you should know, you shouldn't be visiting him alone especially in his house, except family house, and ensure people are around when you're together. If you must go alone make sure it is an open place like eateries or gardens, places where people are. Leave no room for temptation at all.

In all I have said forgive him but mind you the decision is still yours to make, I won't tell you to go back to him or not, with all I have said make your conclusion. Of course, ask the Holy Spirit to help you. Mind you, If your relationship with God is not solid, your relationship with the man will fail. 

Let no one tell you otherwise, Sex isn't part of a relationship personal terms and agreement. It is part of marriage covenant."

I wanted telling her about the other two rape cases that happened to me but I think I know what to do now, heal properly with the help of the Holy Spirit, forgive my offenders including Ken and solidify my relationship with God. 

Enough of keeping to myself, it's time to grow and glow with God's children. I saw lots of impactful articles on Winnie Ene Louisa's timeline for singles, it's time to read them up and learn.

Of course I'm not going back to ken but I must forgive him and move on.

Thanks so much Gift, I wish I had spoken to you long time ago just maybe things wouldn't be like this, but I'm glad to know now.

We are so many, Cherish, out there dying in silent pain. Some have been so consumed with self guilt that suicide was their only escape. 

Some blame their self for crimes that wasn't their fault that low self-esteem is now their name.

Jesus is the solution to all situation.

I'm Winnie making impact.

I say NO to rape.

I say NO to suicide.

Yes to freedom in  Christ.

I help singles lead godly healthy relationship.

I Write, Speak and Advocate.

©Winnie Ene Louisa

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#saynotosexualabuse
#saynotosuicide

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VICTIM OF RAPE..

I don’t know how I managed to, I just knew that I was able to find my way home after fighting against his tight grip. I really can’t explain how devastated I am right now. My fiancé suddenly became a beast just because I didn’t permit him to have sex with me.

It's not the first time I am experiencing this but the difference is, I got away this time. I thought ken was different. He is a Christian. He speaks in tongues. In fact, he is the youth pastor of his Church—so respected and admired.

Why is all this happening to me, am I cursed?

What ken did to me this evening brought back the memory of the incident that took place five years ago in my room when I was on campus.

It was not really my fault because I wasn't aware of his plans in the first place. It was like the usual visit to my place after examination, before the end of the semester. I was happy to see him as usual. We were in a relationship, though he wasn't the Church type but he is a good guy and caring at that.

My boyfriend came visiting and I made him comfortable in my abode by preparing his favourite meal and made him feel at home.

The sun began to say farewell to daylight and the twinkle twinkle little stars took over the mantle from day and stood in the gap for itself.

My roommate had gone for vigil as the semester was over. He had never slept in my place before, neither have I in his place even though he stays alone. I was surprised because it's past 8 and he wasn't making plans of leaving anytime soon.

As if reading my mind, he said he won't be leaving as he planned to spend the night with me before going home and moreover, he knows my roommate had gone for vigil. I didn't want to argue.

I adjusted the bedspread in the room and I made sure the door was properly locked, then we went to bed together.

And in the middle of the night, I felt a movement on my body. I thought it was cockroach but I knew it wasn't somehow, then he spoke in the dark, "Baby I want to feel you a little, maybe it will help me sleep as I'm finding it difficult to sleep." When did I turn to lullaby? I said in my mind.

Still struggling to open my mouth and say the word "NO, PLEASE" became a problem for me. While still contemplating how to turn him down without upsetting him, the pleasure I was getting wouldn't allow me. Many thoughts ran through my small mind and I finally said NO... NO... NO... DON'T.

But my plea fell on deaf ears. I got up and turned on the light and behold the TONY I saw was not the guy I knew and loved. He was so strange and different.

Before I knew what was going on my clothes and body were separated. Until today, I can't explain how that magic happened within seconds. "Please don't", was the song I sang till my roommate came back in the morning.

I ended everything with him and I hated him from that day onward.

Or is it when I visited my friend from the fellowship and how I was raped in his room, I wished I died that day. The looks on his friend's face and neighbors, I picked my shattered self and walked head down to my room.

Or when I went to a remote village for service and the accommodation I was able to get because I was new to the area, how thieves visited that day and raped all the ladies there, of course I was not excluded.

I sometimes asked myself how can one person, I mean one small lady, have 3 rape cases in her life time from different men—beasts I mean.

I intentionally stayed away from men, anything men at all for four years.

Ken changed everything. I mean, he was an angel sent to wipe my sorrow and pains away, at least so I thought.

The testimony from his congregation about him gave me no doubt that he was the one.

TONY blamed me for what he did to me, he blamed me for raping me, imagine that!! For years I was with the guilt that I caused the rape, but I realized it wasn't my fault in any way.

Ken taught on rape on one of the days I went to church. Yes, I realized I had forgotten God and had to go back to Him. My life was empty, full of bitterness and pain. I needed to be free at least, I want to drop the heavy loads I was carrying daily.

It was so obvious that something was missing in my life, something no man can give. I resumed going to Church and studying the word.

I was invited to ken's Church and l liked the atmosphere and decided to stay, I decided to pitch my tent there. That was when the announcement of their youth programme was made, I gave it a thought to attend.

After hearing the word from the mouth of an handsome preacher like Ken, I was broken and I rededicated my life to God.

We became friends and finally got into a relationship. I finally thought THIS IS IT.

I was happy, he was happy too and everything was just fine. I thought he was different because he talked about marriage, the very first guy to tell me he wants to get married to me.

WHY? WHY?? WHY???

All men are after sex! I screamed at myself many times in the bathroom.

Sleep had lost its place in me that day, so I decided to surf my phone.

In the process, I saw a post on Facebook about rape by Louisa Ene Winnie and thought to read through. I then decided to tell my friend about my ordeals. I decided to share my story to let someone know how I have been feeling.

Gift was my roommate from year one until we graduated. She was devoted and humble. I have always admired her—everything about her—but I felt since we were both Christians there is nothing special about her. Notwithstanding, deep down I knew she was a better Christian than I am and a true one at that.

Fortunately for me, we attend the same Church but she is married with two kids and I try to avoid her most times in Church for no particular reason if you ask me or maybe am not being truthful to myself.

I know she somehow knew about me and pastor Ken (as he is fondly called by members).

I phoned her the next day and after exchanging pleasantries I told her I wanted to see her and it was very urgent.

Gift is so caring that she agreed to see me that day and we fixed a venue for our meeting, of course my place.

Immediately I saw my friend I couldn't hold back the tears, as I cried on her soft shoulders.

After some minutes of silence she said pastor Ken told her what happened and he is asking for my forgiveness.

I wasn't surprised because I once introduced him to Gift as my roommate and friend in school. But I didn't think he would tell her what he did to me, oh sorry, what he wanted to do to me.

She told me the same guy who attempted to rape me reported to her that I no longer answer his calls nor respond to his messages. “He must have lost his mind. What is he thinking?" I said and immediately narrated my side of the story to Gift. She just smirked after my long narration.

“Gift, what’s all this? I expected you to scream and thank God for me but you are smiling instead. Don’t tell me you are for him or is it because he is a pastor?"

“Hey! Calm down” Gift said still smiling. "Do you know enough about this guy before going into a relationship with him?" She asked me. "Off course. I know his family members and a lot about his background. Besides the testimonies I heard about him gave me convictions that he is the one for me. He is a Pastor, he preaches so well and speaks in tongues."

"Babe, that’s not what I mean. Forget his family and his positions now. What do you know about his values? The person he is?"

“Eeeemmm….. he is a Christian, a Pastor.” "Forget all that for now!" Gift replied almost immediately. "I would be realistic with you, Cherish. I do not blame your ex boyfriends if not you. How could you be so insensitive that you are making the same mistake again?"

"Gift tell me what you know, I want to be married like you and have a family."

"Cherish, in choosing a partner, if your values are not known and considered then you are planting banana peels on your way because the relationship might never result in marriage and even if it does the marriage have high chances of being faulty. You know why? Value systems is key to building solid relationships."

"This is why friendship should be the foundation of every boy and girl relationship. It is during the friendship stage that you get to discover his or her values like, his stand on purity, his goals, his priorities and many more and whether they align with yours or not. Then you get to know if he or she is someone you can go into a relationship with. Relationship is by choice just like friendship not by force or by pressure."

“Gift, how do I know someone’s values? After all I am not a witch.” "You ask questions dear. You need to ask questions concerning what you want to know. You don’t keep mute and be assuming that since he says he is a Christian or a Pastor and he goes to church he is for sexual purity. It doesn’t work that way."

"Pastors are humans too, though expectations are much of them but remember they are humans and thus not excluded from mistakes. They are men and women with blood flowing in their veins."

"You could ask like this, what is your view about sexual abstinence until marriage? What are your priorities?

I won't dispute the fact that every guy irrespective of who they are and what office they occupy wants just one thing in a relationship. Which is SEX, SEX and SEX! Yes. I can say that again and again. They want it now, soon or later after marriage. What depicts their values is when they want it.

It is now your choice to choose the one you want among them. That is why questioning is very vital before accepting a relationship and during the relationship before marriage is finally considered.

The habit of not asking questions has brought marriages to an end. Ask questions. It will save you from unnecessary heartbreaks, like this. Thank God you were able to escape.

Another thing you should know, you shouldn't be visiting him alone especially in his house, except family house, and ensure people are around when you're together. If you must go alone make sure it is an open place like eateries or gardens, places where people are. Leave no room for temptation at all.

In all I have said forgive him but mind you the decision is still yours to make, I won't tell you to go back to him or not, with all I have said make your conclusion. Of course, ask the Holy Spirit to help you. Mind you, If your relationship with God is not solid, your relationship with the man will fail.

Let no one tell you otherwise, Sex isn't part of a relationship personal terms and agreement. It is part of marriage covenant."

I wanted telling her about the other two rape cases that happened to me but I think I know what to do now, heal properly with the help of the Holy Spirit, forgive my offenders including Ken and solidify my relationship with God.

Enough of keeping to myself, it's time to grow and glow with God's children. I saw lots of impactful articles on Winnie Ene Louisa's timeline for singles, it's time to read them up and learn.

Of course I'm not going back to ken but I must forgive him and move on.

Thanks so much Gift, I wish I had spoken to you long time ago just maybe things wouldn't be like this, but I'm glad to know now.

We are so many, Cherish, out there dying in silent pain. Some have been so consumed with self guilt that suicide was their only escape.

Some blame their self for crimes that wasn't their fault that low self-esteem is now their name.

Jesus is the solution to all situation.

I'm Winnie making impact.

I say NO to rape.

I say NO to suicide.

Yes to freedom in Christ.

I help singles lead godly healthy relationship.

I Write, Speak and Advocate.

©Winnie Ene Louisa

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