My first major job was at a multinational company that sold alcohol. I made my first million when I was 25. I used to be the kind of person to take my needs before God, but now I could get whatever I wanted because I could afford it. Life seemed cool. I was excelling at work. I was in sales, so lying seemed to be the order of the day. There came a time that I struggled really hard to keep my sanity. I was doing things I would not naturally do. 

There was this girl who had liked me ever since the mandatory Nigerian national youth service. I told her nothing could happen between us. But all of a sudden things began to change and we started getting close. We started talking dirty and would send nude pictures. After a while, things that I used to consider wrong no longer seemed so bad. Going to church became just a Sunday outing. To make things worse, this particular lady was also a member of my church. When things got bad was when she told me she was pregnant. In that moment, my life flashed before my eyes. I am the only child, a product outside wedlock and my mum had huge expectations. I knew this was going to be a mess. 

Things got really bad. I lost my peace. I was not paying attention at work. I was freaking out. She said she wanted to abort, requested for 10,000 Naira, which I gave to her. After everything was done, for a long time I was in guilt. I had done the most unthinkable. I had murdered. I really identified with King David in the Bible. I entered into a state of depression. After a while, I confided in a friend (who would later become my wife). I told her all that had happened and she did not judge me. I later realised that what I had with the girl was not penetrative sex but a term called ‘grinding’. (She lied about the baby because I was naïve.) 

God was telling me that all those things that happened was so he could teach me a lesson. I was going at such a fast track without Him, that if I had gotten into real trouble, I would still not have learned. I learned the truth the hard way.