"A young man was madly lusting after the beauty of his half-sister. Each time he looks at her, his heart skips a beat. Her face shines like the sun and radiates the kind of beauty he's yet to see on the face of the earth. Is it her smile? Just the way the receptacles of the petals widens once they blossom giving way to the hidden beauty of the flower, that's exactly how her smile accentuates her beauty which fortunately was not hidden but conspicuous enough for everyone especially him to see. Her breast stands like towers, firm and strong. He has never seen them but has touched them severally in his world of imagination. Which one could he talk about and forget the other? Is it her demeanour, her charisma and carriage, in fact, the way her hips wobble ceaselessly when she walks distinguishes her among all women in the city. Her speech? Never will she utter a word without it being accompanied by her smiles. Both are already an item she simply cannot do without the other.
She has her hair long, soft, silky, flowing from the crown of her head to the back of her rightly shaped body. He simply can't stop thinking about her. He couldn't stop longing for her no matter how he tries. What an abominable feeling, totally forbidden yet he lacks absolute control over. This type of incestuous feeling is one he can not tell anyone except himself. He has to make this feeling his secret and this secret, his best friend. Sadly enough, the more he nurtures this feeling, the more he suffers insomnia. His heart becomes more restless and its beat increases per second. He has to spill it out. There should be someone he can trust to express what he feels. The feeling undoubtedly is abominable but he needed to seek a counsel before he gets consumed. He needs someone to scold him, call him profane names and abuse him for ever having such a thought in the first place.
Right there, he decided to confide in his closest friend. His friend whom he has known for years, whom he trust could keep his secret and equally rebuke him appropriately. He called upon him, he came, sat and listened attentively to his plight. Surprisingly, rather than rebuking, he affirmed, instead of quenching, he inflamed, rather than correcting, he directed, rather than scolding he praised. His friend whom he believed would scold him was the one who sang his praises and told him to act on his feelings. "Rape your half-sister" he advised and even told him the possible method to execute his feelings smoothly. This young man took his friend for his words and implemented all his friend told him. He defiled his virgin half-sister and hated afterwards.
"Whose counsel do you seek?" Beloved, life is too complex and often times, we see things that make us perplexed. You don't live your life based on cheap counsel. There should be standards in which whosoever you must seek counsel from must meet. Life is good but you have to surround yourself with the right counselors for you to make it. In the multitude of counsel, there is safety. In the multitude of counsel, you wage your war. In the multitude of counsel, you learn strategies that sets you ahead of others. The problem is not the counsellors that surrounds you rather the type of counsellors that surrounds you. Most medical practitioners surround themselves with their colleagues who who have so many years of experience in the medical profession. This way, the get expert advice that helps them in the course of discharging their professional duties.
This young man trusted his friend. He thought his friend will discourage him from nursing such incestuous feeling. He thought his friend would tell him nothing but the truth, that such feeling is very wrong and abominable. Rather, his friend encouraged him to go ahead. This very act of defiling his half-sister, led to his demise years later and it was this his same friend that announced his obituary.
Beloved, you need to be conscious of whom you run to for advice when in despair. Keep reflecting on this write-up as you await the next episode that comes soonest.
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