Broken – The Prologue (Uncle Bill)

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18).

It was probably the worst day of my life, the day my Uncle Bill got married.  I was just fifteen years old at the time, but knew so much more than my age.  Bill had been my initiator into womanhood, and now my teacher in the hard knocks of life.  He had not only stolen my virginity; he had also stolen my heart.  And now, he was moving on, leaving me to pick up the pieces.

Of course, no one knew of our intimate relations.  He had been my favourite uncle since I was a little child.  I remember that I used to run to him, whenever he visited us from Lagos.  He would bring gifts for me and my siblings, and would carry me on his lap to tell us his tales from living in the big city and working as a Teacher at the University of Lagos.  Even then, everyone knew I was his favourite.

So the day I stayed home from school, after spraining my ankle…


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  1. Good Day Trust you’re enjoying Grace. Please you’re yet to grant my request .

    I edit , and story is one of them. I copy, edit and post on whatsapp for people to learn from… Testimonies abound to that effect, by God’s Grace.

    Am asking your permission to do so for your stories..

    Your stories are real and liberating… More Grace… Also, kindly enlighten me on how to get my copyright label for my works… Thankewww.

    IyanuOluwa Okunade Ibadan, Nigeria.

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    • What request? I don’t remember your request. I am happy with you sharing the story, but not copying and pasting the full story else where… share the repost, like I have done, with a link to the original please, or just send the original link. What do you mean by edit?


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