Afolabi was a construction worker, renowned for his dexterity in the use of cement, stones and sand to build the best edifices in town.
He had an enthusiastic five year old son called Ahomka. This boy enjoyed spending his past time with his daddy. He even got to follow his dad to some of the construction sites once in a while. There was one thing which continued to fascinate Ahomka, and this was cement. He was mystified about the idea that a soft mixture of water cement and sand becomes the very hard blocks used for building. He believed there was more to that than what the father keeps telling him and he vowed to himself” I will find out for myself if my dad won’t tell me the whole truth.
On one fateful afternoon, the parents had travelled to a funeral in the nearby city and left Ahomka in the care of their nanny, Auntie Joyce.
Auntie Joyce was feeling tired after all the house chores in the morning. So after feeding Ahomka his launch, she decided to take a nap at the hall with Ahomka lying by her side. Ahomka pretended to be fast asleep and waited patiently till his nanny started hitting some very powerful musical nodes with her loud snoring.
Ahomka woke up swiftly and tip toed outside the hall, straight to his father’s garage, where he had a stash of cement. He fetched a considerable amount and sneaked to the backyard of the house, where he mixed the cement with water and sand, to form a very soft unassuming concrete. Next he stuck his right hand inside and pulled it out, then his left hand, he then said to himself, alas, my dad was lying to me, the solution is still soft. He then reflected about this grand experiment and said, perhaps the concrete will remain soft as long as my hands remain it.
For he has made a great discovery and could not wait for the Father to return to share the good news with.
So Ahomka kept stirring the concrete solution in the washing basin and was happy.
As a child as he was, he soon dozed off as a result of the cool breeze courting his eyes.
After two hours he woke up to his greatest shock, indeed the concrete solution has become hard suddenly, with his right hand stuck in, he started screaming, the nanny got jolted from her sleep and rushed to the direction of the screams, and lo and behold, there sat Ahomka with his hands stuck in the big bowl of cement concrete. Just then, Ahomka’s parents also arrived home to meet the spectacle of Ahomka.
His father quickly rushed him to the hospital to get his hand removed.
By evening, Ahomka’s hands were free again, but thirty years on, he still bears the bruises of his experiment.
Many of us are like Ahomka, for some reasons we believe we are smarter than God and enjoy playing with sin, at the beginning it comes across as if you can easily get away with it, gradually we become bolder and bolder and far deep with our experimentation with sin.
Then reality dawns on us that we have all of a sudden become stuck, we have become slaves and addicts to all kinds of vices, be it corruption, drug abuse, sexual promiscuity, etc.
If we are lucky, we will be set free, with all the collage of bruises and scars staying with us for the rest of our lives. The unlucky ones will get drowned in the drool of their sinful indulgence even to the point of their death.
So what can I say, never get bold with sin, it is a slippery ground and you will slip if you start getting confident about your ability to get away with sin. No you will not get away, you will surely pay for it.
So let’s be circumspect with our lives, and seek to please our maker by living a life that glorifies God.
From the desk of ROL