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#30DaysWriting Day 28 COME HOME “Come home child; your father is waiting for you.” Mama said these words and my spring of tears broke forth. “Come home” I never thought I would ever hear those words. I was a proper rebel. A girl who decided to live life on her own terms. I had registered on Onlyfans at 19. Was inspired by the millions being made by my roommates and decided to go that way. I made my millions. I made more millions from streaming live on dirty sites. I made a couple more from selling feet pictures to dirty perverted older men. I was living large. I bought a mini studio and went around town in a cute coupe. I believed my fans online loved me. They spoke in adoring terms about my derrière. Others desired to meet up so they could fulfill their unspeakable desires. A Qatari prince even offered to fly me to Saudi during the Grand Prix event to ‘entertain his friends.’ I was the hot cake. I regularly cursed mama out on social media. I regularly shared screenshots of my dad pleading with me to stop this lifestyle. I mocked the old man. I swore he would retire poor and I would be there to piss on his grave. I knew he hated my line of work, and I hated him too. I embraced Wiccan ways just to spite his Christianity. I embraced the worship of Lilith just to learn ways to hex my mother who never stop trying to get me to change. I made friends with fellow wiccans in the NSFW industry. I drew tattoos that symbolized my worship of the elements on earth. We invoked wicked spirits for fun and forth-nightly sexual games. I did all these to make sure the Jesus my mom served never got hold of me. Then, it happened. The freak accident that turned everything around. I had listened to a terrible advice from my friend. She had recommended doctor Ricardo based in Brazil for a Butt uplift. The price he quoted was 4k dollars cheaper than other standard places. So, I went and did the surgery. It failed miserably. The surgery destroyed my body and mind. I spent my entire life savings of 120 million treating the sepsis that came with the surgery. I got no healing. And my stock began to crumble. My fans moved on to the latest ‘toy’ in the NSFW industry. They quickly noticed the change in size of my bum and decided to jump ship. Even my industry friends blocked me. They couldn’t find any Wiccan healer that could help me. I became a living corpse. A shadow of myself who started drowning in more drugs and alcohol. A shadow that someone decided to unblock her mom and dad on WhatsApp that faithful day. As if on cue, my mom sent in the ‘daily Praying into your Week telegram link by Reverend Ajetomobi.’ I guess it was her new church so I just joined out of boredom. I was crushing my weed when I heard the Reverend say a word of knowledge. He mentioned that there was someone who was currently deep in trouble and needed God to heal her. I dropped my crusher and pushed away my rizlar for the first time in years. I moved to text the Reverend and he texted me after the program. I told him I was in a dark space. Told him how darkened my life had become and how I was planning to go out without a bang. He listened Oh, he listened and didn’t judge me like those internet wannabe Christian judges. He then talked to me gently about Jesus. He spoke to me like a father and led me to Christ. Then, he told me to call my father and ask to return home. It was scary but I did. I overcame the fear and called 076632213136. My mom answered and I didn’t speak for about a minute. Then, I asked if I could come home as I wanted to see them. There was silence for about 5 minutes at the other end. I was sure they were contemplating how to respectfully tell me to ‘eff off’ I was sure they were thinking of ways to tell me I was no longer their responsibility. Until I heard those words, “Come home”

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