LEMUELBA

  Good evening, dear readers. Today, I have decided to grace this page with the story I promised to share in my last article. This is not merely a continuation; it is a revelation. A journey marked by truth, painful lessons, and grace uncovered along the way. I share this with a sincere heart, trusting that someone reading may find clarity, courage, or comfort in these words. Thank you for staying with me. Let us begin. In my previous write-up titled “The Accused, Not Guilty,” we examined how people often trust the wrong sources, avoid confrontation, and cling to narratives they find convenient. We spoke about how human beings love stories; especially stories that affirm their insecurities and how those insecurities are sometimes projected onto innocent people. What I want to share today is not exactly a testimony, but an experience. I worship in a local church, and for reasons I genuinely do not understand, why two women harbor deep hatred towards me. I call it hatred b...