We all suffer from the Adam and Eve syndrome, you know?
Time without number, we succumb to a tempting bite of the proverbial apple; and throw caution to the wind for the irresistible euphoria of sin.
But I’m not here to preach the gospel to you.
No, I’m here just like every fourth weekend. Away, from my husband; the impotent pastor and two children in Osogbo, at a scheduled business meeting in Calabar.
Speak of the devil. My ebony business saunters in for our meeting. All six feet, eight pack, ten glorious inches of him.
Praise the Lord!