I'm so sorry I was MIA yesterday. It was a very hectic day, to say the least.
Some times we get so desperate for breakthrough that we make promises in the heat of our desperation. Because of how pathetic or hopeless the situation seems we make promises that at the time we are certain we will keep, because in our minds those promises are but small prices to pay for that breakthrough.
But it's rarely ever the case.
Of course when you're making said promise, especially to God, even you know that it must be a huge sacrifice you're promising to make, otherwise what's the point? For instance you cannot be vegan and say you promise never to eat meat. It's got to be a sacrifice, we know this, and we also believe or think, that the bigger the sacrifice the more likely and hastily God is to answer our prayers.
And that's why when I was about writing my Bar finals, I was in a state of panic, anxiety and desperation so I said to God; just let me have this grade at the least and the first 5 months of my salary and allowee are Yours. Haha! At the time it felt like a small price to pay, after all if I could make the grade what did I need money for? So yes. I said that. And then what... The results came out and just like I'd prayed, mine was fine. Moving forward...
NYSC began the day after the results were released. A day to the end of camp, after exhausting all our monies and resources on mami market and other necessities, we were paid our first allowee, 19,800 naira. BIG MONEY at the time! Everyone rushed back to mami market to flex and celebrate, I was headed there to my favourite bar and bukka when I remembered; the money wasn't mine. Ouch!
And that's how for the next five months I was broke, hungry, angry and frustrated. Every month I would stand under the hot sun, standing in queues for hours in order to do my clearance for money that wasn't mine (which made it much more frustrating). Neither was the salary that I was paid at my PPA. It all went to the promise I made. Of course I began to grumble at some point; after all I worked very hard to excel at my Bar finals, surely my result was as a result of my hardwork and not any "promise" I made, I thought. Yet, as they say; a promise is a debt, and I had to pay.
Similarly my friend *Tunde at the age of 16 went for an Owambe where someone came to shake his hand and he felt his manhood immediately leave him. Long story short he raised alarm, the 'manhood-thief' was caught, turned out to be the son of a juju priest. His father was mad at the son and did all he could to reverse the deed. 16 year old Tunde although a mere teenager grasped the magnitude of what was at risk if he lost his manhood and in desperation he made a promise to God; bring me out of this nightmare complete and I will never have sex before my marriage. Juju priest carried out his incantations, Tunde's prayers were answered... Tunde is 33 years old today, still a virgin. Yes he's gone all the yards shy of penetrating a woman, he is sexually frustrated but a promise is a promise.
Then there's *Damani who made my friend his mistress yet refused to shag her. He took care of her bills, paid for her trips abroad and her spoilt her silly. BUT he never had sex with her. Once in my presence she began to lament that she was horny and she needed sex, she was tired of giving him oral, she had her own needs which transcended foreplay! What is Damani's story, you might ask?
Some years ago he faced some terrible financial problems, everything was collapsing around him and all his businesses were failing. It got so bad that he went from being rich to being unable to pay his children's fees or feed them. Then in that state of despair and desolation he bargained with God; made a promise and said; restore me to my former state and even more and I promise I will NEVER have sex with a woman besides my wife.
Well, business picked up and money came, more money than he had before. Of course Damani, like some other men when there's money in abundance, just had to have girls around him. Unfortunately he'd made a promise, and a promise is a promise is a promise!
So for my friend and his other mistresses, he would do EVERYTHING with them, except have actual intercourse. This elicits a big *YIMU* from me.
And that's how we, in our states of anxiety and despair, cry out to God and make promises we ordinarily wouldn't make, promises we know might be too big too keep, but then the bigger the sacrifice the bigger the blessing, yes?
Have you ever made a promise or a vow to God out of desperation? Did you keep that promise after the storm had passed, when things got better?
Do you believe that it's the promises one makes that leads to their breakthrough?
What fate do you think might befall a person who after his/her prayers have been answered, reneges and breaks the promises they made?