What I'm about to tell you is something I'd tell my children and they'd pass it along to posterity.

I think this happened on my 19th birthday.

I was all happy and bubbling that I had hit past the 18-year mark.

I went to the market to get a fine Denim Jeans and a round neck T-shirt which I intended to use for my birthday photo shoot, with a nice pair of sneakers and a durag.

A Durag!

That was how I started having problems one month after I had marked my birthday.

I wore a durag with my fine Denim Jeans and sneakers to snap my birthday shoots.

I would tell you, I felt there was nothing wrong with wearing a Durag. It's just a mere piece of cloth. Even up till now, my inner self still tells me there's nothing wrong with wearing a durag.

Not until my family members got to see the pictures on social media and sent a screenshot to my parents.

My parents thought I had joined a local fraternity and became a cultist. Lol😂. You read me write 😂. Because if I was not one why would wear a durag😂?

My dad even threatened to get me arrested if I didn't confess. Ah, Ah, Daddy for wearing a Durag, I should admit for rubbish😹. It was one of the most trying periods for me. I won't even lie.

After much pressure, my Dad took me to one of my Church elders; I was a bit close to the man, I'd assume he was my Spiritual Father then.

The man wanted me to confide in him and tell him the truth. I had to truth to tell.

After much ado and the usual African Elder's advice, the man said something that shocked me. He knows one of the biggest cultists in town and he'd make enquires.

Omo, he phoned somebody almost immediately in my presence.

The man knew me. He said I was clean. Funny enough, he was in my church I never knew.

That was how I survived all the emotional blackmail from all angles.

The next few weeks were hellish for this young man.

I was deprived of my regular pocket allowance. I had to get permission to buy something on the next street. My movement was monitored. I was almost withdrawn from school and lots more.

Little by little, that phase passed away and I was back and bouncing.

You've got an experience like this? Share in the comments section. I'd read.

Nevertheless, till we get to the Father's house, in all your future endeavours; Preach Peace and Practise Love.