The Crime Of Passion


I woke up that morning to the light of freedom, after two years of living in the agony of incarceration. Finally I became free. I stretched my arms out. I walked right through the corridors of what I describe as hell on earth,  into the life God had prepared for me. How did I get to that point? Let me take you through it.

Jide called me that evening and requested  that I  helped  him with some stuff. I didn’t know what it was. I ran off to his apartment. I got there and I met two gorgeous ladies almost half nude. He dragged to the corner..”What is going on here Jide? What sort of help do you need?”

And just as we were talking, I felt the arms of this woman all around me from behind… Some sensation ran through my system as she ran her fingers all  over my chest. Oh She smelled so sweet.”That is what I need help with.”

He ran off to the other Lady and by the time I looked back, I beheld her bosom totally unleashed. This was my weakness. I couldn’t resist. I initially had an appointment with a client after which  I was to pick my wife up from the airport. My marriage was just 2years old. After the rubbish, I went to my apartment with so much guilt in me. I wasn’t a serious Christian. What took me to church basically was because I needed a good wife. I found one while pretending to be born again. My relationship with Rita actually drew me to Christ and I began to love fellowshipping with saints of God. We got married and I moved a motion that we change  church. I wanted a neutral place of worship where my wife and I were both new. She objected at first but later gave in. I still pretended to be born again until I couldn’t help it any longer. Attending Sunday service became more and more difficult. Ofcourse Jide as a friend made it worse, we were partners in crime but along the line I  started to reconsider my ways but I was never strong enough to hold on to my self and move away from the disgusting friendship I had with Jide and away from my worthless living.


I had disappointed my wife too many times. She later got to know I was a pathetic Wolf in Sheep’s clothing. But she held on to God,  hoping that I would someday change. She cried so many nights but one thing I thank God for is that Rita NEVER TOOK OUR STORY OUT TO ANYONE, EXCEPT GOD. SHE WAS THAT MATURE AND SPIRITUAL THAT SHE BELIEVED SHE COULD SURMOUNT ALL THE PROBLEMS WITH THE HELP OF THE HOLY GHOST. Severally I saw and heard her counsel her friends on their marital problems and little did they know the monster their friend was dealing with in her own life. I loved her daily the more, despite my adulterous living.

“Please my love,  forgive me. Something came up and I had to deal with it.” (Hmmm…Deal with indeed… I really dealt with that thing…. Sinful man…)I thought  in my dirty mind.

I couldn’t get over Cynthia… Despite the fact that my wife satisfied me with everything, the only clause is that she travelled a lot. Her job required that. I couldn’t go 1 week without Cynthia in my bed. Before I knew it, I had practically rented an apartment outside school for this young pretty undergraduate. She was a student of Linguistics in the University. I had spent several nights with her  whenever Rita was out on an official trip. It never crossed my mind to ask Cynthia how she got her expensive car.  Obviously she came from a rich background but I should have thought, who would buy a three hundred level student such a car.That was why I offered to give her a more comfortable apartment because she already had a very good ride. My wife is very beautiful. Well endowed. But I saw endowment in another level with Cynthia. Even Jide questioned why I had stayed glued to her for so long. He had changed to several others after Cynthia’s friend. No girl lasted more than 3weeks in his life.

“Cynthia is my weakness Jide.. I can’t have enough of her. ”

“You’re stuck my man…hahaha… just manage it away from your wife…I have nothing to do with this oooo….”   He laughed and left me in my misery.  Two days later, my wife came from the hospital and gave me the news…We were expecting our first child. I was excited. I jumped up high and we celebrated the forthcoming of our child. I couldn’t see Cynthia for almost 3weeks …I had no time, more so my wife had no reason to leave town but we kept speaking over the phone. Suddenly, my wife had to report to a place far in the north for 2weeks and I had the opportunity to see my weakness. It was going to be grand, I thought… But unfortunately I  was greeted with another  envelope .

“I am pregnant Collins and it’s for you.” That landed on me like a big blow.


“Nant Collins..! ” I sat down quietly.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door…And I wondered who it was… no one ever entered that house except me and a couple of her female friends. It was a tall dark man. He had on dark shades . He stormed into the house.

“Uncle, what are you doing here? ” Cynthia said out of fear…

I moved back.. The man had a stick in his hand, his walking stick. His body guard accompanied him. I didn’t know what was going on. So I moved away from Cynthia a bit, thinking it was indeed her uncle. THE MAN GAVE ME A STERN LOOK.

“Adam….! Cynthia yelled..” Calling the security guard.

“I took care of him  so never mind…He’s gone to guy me some stuff…”

“So you are pregnant for this fool….”  I  over heard. I decided to come over to confirm my suspicion without notifying you…

I looked at the man… Me Fool …I thought to my self…still didn’t understand.

“You made me use protection most of the times while you enganged with this fool unrestrained, at my expense. Despite all my time, money and care…Despite millions in your bank account,despite my plea. I told you I needed a child at all cost…. You promised me a secret marriage to give me that and now you are pregnant with  another man’s child.”

I was mad. I screamed…..Cynthia….

The next thing was that He raised his walking stick and  hit it hard right on Cynthia’s head. Blood… Blood Bloody… There wash a splash of blood. she fell to the  ground…He walked out with his guard and left the apartment. I couldn’t think of any other thing than to ressusitate her. I cried out her name so loudly …I yelled, screamed …shouted “help…” Her blood was all over my hand and chest… Then some people walked in with the security guard. A man and a woman…. Quite elderly.  I immediately saw the resemblance, looking at the woman… Same huge bosom.

“What did you do to my daughter…?” She dragged me by my shirt. Her husband rushed at his daughter.  The guard carried Cynthia to the car and we all went to the hospital. Cynthia didnt make it,  what a tragedy. Beauty passed on, bosom went six feet under. What a worthless life she led. I had commited a crime of passion.

Hmmmn … That  was the beginning of my end. No one could convince them I didn’t murder Cynthia. Everything worked against me. I couldn’t even convince my self.  How would I face my wife? I had nothing compared to them in wealth, I was on the fast lane to jail. I got a death sentence and awaited my turn for execution. Rita was devastated. The event was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Rita really tried to help me but I was all determined to destroy myself with my wayward lifestyle. Jide managed to visit me three times after which I saw him  no more.  Rita cried all she could, but for a reason I could not understand, she never insulted or abused me. Even my family deserted me. The only statement made by my wife was that God would deal with me and she would never cease to pray for me. I feared she would suffer depression.   I had several dreams, visions and finally the Lord reached out to me in my lowly and dark state. My wife gave me a Bible which I read through. I saw the light of the Lord. He never gave up on me and I became born again.  I led several inmates to Jesus and I became an Apostle in the prison. Everyone respected a soon to be executed criminal.

One night,   I slept and had a vision. I saw an Angel who came to my cell,  broke my chains and led me out. Suddenly I woke up  and realized it was all a dream. That night I did exactly what Paul and Silas did in the Bible while they were in the prison. I praised Him like I had never… Three days later, it all happened that my case was revisited and I was called upon. Apparently, someone witnessed what happened  (the guard). He couldn’t deal with the guilt any longer. He kept quiet out of fear but after he got the touch from God, He took the evidence to the right quarters and I,eventually, was set free.

There she was…As pretty as ever. She had with her our son, whom I  beheld for the first time. She had not moved on. She still loved me. She hoped for a miracle and she got a miracle. I was delivered from my passion for strange bosoms. I took delight in my own, my Rita.  No other one crossed my mind. I buried myself deep in it that I could never see another let alone be drawn in desire , lustful desire to another bosom. Ultimately the bosom of Jesus became my dwelling place.  I heard nothing of Jide. But my wife testified to the fact that Jide got born again, got married and travelled out of the country with His wife. He left me note that Rita failed to deliver to me. He told me how guilty he felt and how he could never face me. He apologised and encouraged me to give my life to Christ even while awaiting execution. What a life….Jide afterall,  got born again.  I was the scapegoat! Who helped him? That,  he would answer the day we see again.

What an example of a rare breed of woman. Who can find a virtuous woman? Indeed her price is far above rubies…..Rita is a rare kind of wife. My life is a huge recount of a mess turned message. Glory to God Almighty! The End.

[What is your problem? Is it your spouse? An addiction? JESUS IS BIGGER THAN IT! LAY IT OUT AT HIS FEET. SELAH..]


Copy right: Bukky Adediran 2017



Choose to live. Always remind yourself of this …that someone’s got a worse story, someone’s got a bigger problem, someone out there wish they were you and someone out there looks up to you. Don’t give up on life. No matter what, try to enjoy what you have, hoping that heaven will smile on you.

Please be encouraged. All that glitters isn’t gold. You have got to learn to take things easy. Be calm, look unto Jesus, HE LOVES YOU WITH A BOUNDLESS LOVE. Put on a smile and do make a decision to live happy, no matter what.

Jesus loves you!

Bukky Adediran


I wrote this story in the early hours of today under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit….Read and be blessed.


I looked at her and was filled with rage. I couldn’t understand why she would keep such a thing from me. On a second thought, I sat quietly by her bed, pain gripped my heart as I beheld her on that bed almost lifeless. I said a prayer in my heart, God please give me a second chance.I promise to make a change and give this my all.

I had wasted about 15years of my marriage, I was lavishly selfish. She did all the chores, she took care of our children, she had dreams and vision to share, I was never there. I found it difficult to accept her person. This wasn’t what I wanted in her, couldn’t she be something more acceptable to me? She had pulled through by my side all alone. I starved her of the needed resources but she couldn’t be held bound. The vision is way beyond me. How dare I? How heartless and foolish I was to think I could carve out a vision for my wife in contrast to the will of God for her purpose in life? I had bitten off more than I could actually munch. I was choked, I could hardly breathe at the sight of my wife in that bed.

Who would do all that she does? The veil had been removed.  I saw  the worth and wealth of resources I traded for ego and selfishness. It was  slipping off my hands…

I got down on my knees crying….”Lord I repent!  Bring back my wife….”

The nurse came and led me out of the intensive care unit, it was time to leave. My children were with the grandparents… I went back to an empty house. It wasn’t a home without my family… I hard a rough night, I barely slept. At work the next day, I got the shock of my life…. The organisation I worked with for years decided to lay off some of the executive members of staff and I was the first on the list. This wasdevastating.Was HE (GOD)stripping me off everything? What would be the next blow? These were the thoughts in my mind.  I  was paid off from a well paying job. No one would hear this, I said to myself.  It seemed to all that I had taken time off for Dupe. The same woman I abandoned for 15 years. I got a hold of my Bible, the neatest book in my study. I checked on our children and left supplies for them at the grandparents house. My in laws are one of the nicest and most caring  people I have ever met.

Everyday I would sit by my wife, cried, studied the word of God and prayed.  I held her hand some of the time and slept off severally. I hardly ate. That went on for about 3weeks. I prayed, fasted, groaned just for God to bring her back. My wife had a study I disliked so much. She buried herself in there most times, studying and praying. She indeed was a good woman to me. The thought of losing her shattered my mind. I couldn’t take calls, my family members dropped in one after the other to  console and encourage me. The other side of the life I experienced was a real torture to me. I entered her study one evening, I discovered a lot of things, secret achievements, write-ups, I read through her diary,  I saw her pains in  black and white, I saw a safe, I broke it and in it was about half a million. Savings towards the next project. In my personal savings account, I had nothing less than 50million Naira and this was different from investment money and other sources or funds. I realized how much pain I had put my wife through. MY PARADISE WAS A  HELL TO HER DREAMS AND VISIONS ….


Hmmmnnnn….. Life became meaningless to me. My treasure was in coma. I yelled at that point…”Will you ever get out of it Modupe? I want to start all over again.”

I failed as a husband and father. It was now a month since I was laid off at work. I wasn’t thinking of another job. I got a hold of my self, I pulled myself together and encouraged myself. The strenght to hold on to God came upon me. Dupe had once told me of a project she’d liked to do to which I turned deaf ears. I was never even there to offer moral u ports let alone make financial commitment to anything she did.  Was I trying to bribe God? No, it was an act of faith. The project needed a physical building and I started out without informing anyone.


One evening I went to the hospital as usual, on getting there is saw my wife, she was being cleaned up. They were about to call me. Dupe had passed on. I grabbed her bed and shook it vigorously. I screamed my heart out… “No….!” Dupe had ulcer. My Dupe was gone …. As she was being wheeled out to the mortuary,  I heard someone sneeze and that was the last thing I knew. The next time I opened my eyes I was in the hospital bed. As I got up, a nurse walked in, a male nurse. He took me by the hand and held me up.

“Mr . Philips, I need you to calm down and come with me.” Ofcourse I was dangerously calm. All I needed was to get out of that hospital, find a way to inform family and friends and then prepare for her funeral. This was a pain I knew would never leave me. I got up and we walked out of the room. This nurse led me back to the intensive care unit and as we approached the door, I looked at him, the question  in my mind was ….”what was I going in there for? He gave me  a pat on my back and led me in. There was my Dupe alive again. I retreated…. He pulled me in. I said “what happened?” “She came back to life” He responded. I walked briskly towards her bed. The flash back of the sneeze I heard came back to me,  Her eyes were filled with tears. I knelt down beside her bed……

☆What a life….. The next day my wife finally spoke and said…” God said you are ready for HIM, I was sent back.”☆

The End.

☆☆☆Do I still need to spell out the lessons in this story? No one explains a movie!  A lesson for all. GOD CAN NOT BE STOPPED. Selah☆☆☆ Thanks for reading.

Copyright: Bukky Adediran 2017 (Fiction)

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Beautiful but Brief


What is Life?

What makes life beautiful?

Why do we live like it won’t end?

Why do we act like we own it? (I thought this morning whilst driving…”Thank God it’s not the responsibility of human beings to supply oxygen… otherwise….hmnnn” )

If it was possible, we would want to live forever…


There is life after this life…

So this scripture comes to mind…(Psalm 90:12) “TEACH US TO NUMBER OUR DAYS, THAT WE MAY GAIN A HEART OF WISDOM.” (NIV)

NLT says… “Teach us to realize the BREVITY of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.




Thanks for reading

Bukky Praiz

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This afternoon, I drove past 4 little children trekking home from school. I looked at them and I said, “Great Children”. I meant that from the bottom of my heart. These children didn’t look attractive in anyway. You know what that means. They are beautiful boys and girls but with dust on their feet from trekking, sweat on their faces because of the sun and they looked tired, of course.

However, their present situation doesn’t determine their future in life. Their predicaments today is not an indication of the plans God has for them. As a matter of fact, any of those children I saw could be a major world leader in the nearest years to come.

God makes something great out of nothing. He uses the weak things of the world to confound the strong, that’s  what my Bible tells me. Everyone is special to God. HE loves humanity so dearly. We are HIS works; HIS creation.

Therefore, the next time you think of looking down on anyone, think of how God feels aboutthem. A baby girl who was dumped to die in the garbage, who got rescued, could be the wife of a president or better still a nation’s president as well.

Everyone reserves the right to be treated fairly and well. Today sometimes is not a reflection of people’s future. God is watching.




Thanks for reading.