The Origin…
A newsletter from more than three years ago…
Hi my loves,
How’re you doing? It feels weird to be writing to you on a Friday night (you’re getting this on Saturday haha) but y’know😂. Shoutout to the person that bullied me into writing tonight to you, because I already planned to skip this weekend.
Yes, as you probably guessed, it’s finals season which means that I’ve been on a robotic schedule for days now. I’m really sleepy but the caffeine in my system doesn’t care about that. On the bright side, I’d have been consistently writing to you every two weeks for over a year by the time you read this. It feels so surreal 🥹.
Let me give you a bit of an origin story. For those of you who joined in the last year or two, I’m super grateful you’re here! I started this “blog” back in 2021 on Wordpress. I’ve always written, which isn’t news to you I hope, and I wanted to digitally document my writings. And then in 2022, my aunty did something I won’t forget in a hurry. She got me my own website 🥹! I unfortunately couldn’t find the website because it’s no longer hosted online. I did, however, find my Wordpress site. Check this out:
Oh hi! I guess it’s my turn to share my story. Um, I’ll be honest about things. I am a prostitute, but I was forced into it. Don’t judge me, okay? I have quite a large family, and guess who is being forced to take care of everyone. You guessed right, me! I had no other choice or option, and so this is what I do for a living.
“Heyyyyy, there are two men at the door. Won’t you let them in?” My aunt tells me. I sigh and get dressed. I was getting tired of this disgraceful life and I just wanted to be free. I open the door with a smile, and see two men who look like they are Israelites. Their terrified faces and agitated expressions only confirm my suspicion. But what exactly do they want?
I ask them to come in and they do just that. I offer them bread and wine, out of the depleting supply we have at home. They are grateful and show it to me. We start talking and they tell me all about their God, and how He has been doing amazing things in their clan. I was fascinated, and I have to tell you; the way the God of the Israelites dealt with Pharaoh and his people was downright funny. They tell me how their fathers wandered in the wilderness for another 40 years, just because they did not believe in God. I knew at that point that I was never going to become an enemy to these people.
We hear another knock and my aunt goes to spy for me as usual. This time, she looks white. She mouths to me, “The King’s soldiers” and I know we are in big trouble. I hurriedly take the men up to my roof and make the whole place comfortable for them to hide in. I look down to see the soldiers still knocking frantically, about to kick the door open. I rush back to them and pretend like I was woken up from sleep.
“Greetings from the King. His Royal Highness has ordered that you release the Israelites under your roof to him so he can deal with them accordingly. Do not dare to defy the orders of the King.” It’s in situations like this that I’m very grateful for my experience with men. I school my facial expression into an innocent and honest one and tell them that the men left a long time ago. I ask them to search the house if they didn’t believe me and they did just like I had expected. Unable to find anything out of place, they leave.
I quickly run to meet the men, and give them directions on how to escape back to their camp. They thank me profusely and ask me what I want in return. I don’t think twice before asking them to spare my family when they take over the city the next day. They instruct me to leave the rope I had given them to escape with outside my window so they’d know which house was mine. After another round of thank you’s, they finally leave.
Finally, it’s today the Israelites are coming to take over Jericho. I wake my family, and we pack our things in preparation for the escape. I am particularly very excited. The freedom I had craved for so long was finally here! We stand by the window and watch something really amazing happen.
Insert Jericho by Paul Tomisin.
The Israelites march round the walls of Jericho 7 times! For the past 6 days, they had marched round the walls silently and only once. Today however, they march round 7 times, and then, a trumpet is blown. The people give a shout of Hallelujah, and the most fascinating thing anyone has ever seen begins to happen.
The walls start to crumble! Don’t look at me like that. I
am, scratch that, I was a harlot, not a liar. And I’m not a harlot anymore. I’m free from whoredom, finally. The Israelites capture the city, and the two men come in and save me and my family! The whole experience still feels like a dream to me. I am free! I am FREE!!!Who am I though? How don’t you know me! Are you joking? I am Rahab, duh, the same one of the lineage of Jesus. That’s not how this line is supposed to go though so we’ll take it again from the top. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
My name is Rahab, and I was set free by God. My story can be found in Joshua Chapter 2.
Till I come your way again,
The Golden girl .
This post was written on March 26, 2022. I hope it blesses you today.
If you’re interested in reading some more, you can check them out here.
It’s always amazing to have a glimpse of where you’ve come from. It gives you so many reasons to be grateful. I’m a little distracted, so I’ll be ending this newsletter here. Thank you for sticking with me. Let me know if you want more of the Bible stories and we’ll have more in 2026.
Merry Christmas in advance 🥳❤️!
Wuraola❤️.