This story relays some silent confession from leaders, celebrities and other popular and admired people in society. It exposes certain flaws and hamartia that goes to seriously injure the reputation of such people.
This confession is from a student who feels people unfairly judged him by a certain standard he never set or promised.
I was the SRC President; I never promised in my campaign that I will graduate with first or second class upper honours. However, my people made an academic heroine out of me only to crucify me at the end for failing to meet their scholastic standards and expectations of me.
The fresh boy
This confession is from a young handsome guy who lost focus and integrity due to peer pressure.
That name, that name that replaced my name. Though within me I knew it was true. Yes, I am good looking and the ladies are head over heels in love with me. My friends saw this as a rare opportunity and started encouraging me to take advantage of them. Then out of peer pressure, I began womanizing. Then, like a dream, my own friends who named me fresh boy and encouraged me into womanizing, now despise and call me names. They called me fresh boy. But now they call me a playboy.
The hottest girl
This is a confession from a very beautiful and attractive woman who thought beauty was everything and forgot that beauty fades.
My name is Aurelia, I won a beauty pageant when I was in school. I was the desire of most guys on campus. I took advantage of this privilege and went all out to flirt, manipulate, toy and twist men along my fingers with ease. Many kept telling me about how beautiful I was. I had a lot of suitors and most of them were rich men because I had raised myself to a certain class that only such men could gather the courage to approach me along such lines. As they say, in life nothing is permanent and time waits for no one. Years came by so quickly and I was losing my spark and shine without realizing it. so I decided to settle down out of sheer desperation and anxiety. I didn’t have enough time to scrutinize my choice of a husband. Today, I am married with two kids and I am struggling to keep my marriage. If only I did not allow myself to be fooled by the praises of my friends, I would have noticed the good men that came my way and my life would not be as it is now.
This is a confession from a tutor who is struggling with the desires of his flesh. A tutor without integrity and professionalism.
I can’t mention my name but I am a lecturer. I love my job very much so I do it with all my heart. My students like me but I must confess that I have been quite a hypocrite. As a tutor, I have been selective by preferring the company of student ladies to guys. Strangely enough, I find these ladies as an ideal place to rest my frustrations, stress and depressions. I do that under the pretext of guiding them. I know that using them as a form of ‘stress relievers’, toys and sometimes confidants are not part of their mission on campus. Sometimes I fear that my reputation could one day be cruelly bruised before the public by these same ladies.
This is a confession by a Pastor who lost focus and became proud due to the wonders, blessings, praises and attention he was receiving from the public.
I am a Pastor, when I was a young believer, I had only one pair of trousers I wore to church. I sometimes didn’t have money for transportation so I usually walked to church. Having money for an offering was rare as well. But God picked me up from nowhere and made me somebody. Unfortunately, I forgot where the Lord picked me from. I would sometimes despise the one cedi offering people gave, yet, some time ago, I didn’t even have that one cedi to give as an offering. I became proud and felt so important and powerful as people honoured and hailed me for all the wonders the Lord was doing through me. But little did I know that I was still a man. One reckless mistake was more than enough to bring the whole world crashing down on me. It was scandalous. I thought I was somebody but trouble reminded me of where God picked me from. And I knew that without God I was nobody.
All my concern in this article is HOW EASILY WE MAKE HEROES OUT OF PEOPLE, ONLY TO CRUCIFY THEM FOR BEING FLAWED. My name is Richard Owusu. I am a writer and I am not perfect. If there is anything good, if there is anything admirable about me, they were given to me by God. I desire to please him in all my ways and I don’t want to be anybody’s superhero.