THE THINGS WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT

Author: Sifon Sunday
Date of Creation: 7th May 2025

“Nothing,” I said. It was the only answer I could give when he asked what was wrong. We were sitting in his car, with windows half open. He must have noticed the emotions flickering across my face, as thoughts I’d rather not have haunted me. The very thoughts that haunted me for four years. What else could I possibly say to the man I would be marrying in a month? That I was thinking of the three unborn children I had sent too early to Heaven – long before I met him? Everyone knows – these are the things one shouldn’t talk about.

“Mama, Uncle T…” I had whispered. “Keep quiet!” My grandmother snapped before I could finish. She knew what I would say, because that wasn’t the first time. If she – the one closest to me – didn’t think what Uncle T had been doing to me was worth reporting, why should I ever talk about it? “This is something you never talk about,” she said with tears in her eyes. So I learned. I learned to tuck my truths away as I did the stray Christian tract sticking out of my bag that day in my office. I had pushed it back in quickly before anyone noticed. No one here must know I was one of those people. One of the preachy ones. Evangelist on the streets. Coward in the office. But can you really blame me? Everyone knows these are things we shouldn’t talk about.

Well, that was me – two years ago. Before I met Him yet again. Not him – the man I married – but Him – the One with eyes so loving, they read right through me. He’s the One they call Healer. When He asked for my past, of course, I said no. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I shouldn’t. What did He mean by saying I must walk in the light? “These are things we do not talk about,” I trembled. But no, He would not just let it be.

“In My house,” He said, “you’re called to walk in My light, where no shadow of secrecy needs to remain, and all are laid bare before Me.” I wrestled. I wept. I struggled. But slowly, step by trembling step, I came to the light. And I haven’t regretted a single day since. The freedom? It was too magnificent to keep to myself. You can guess that: Now, these are the things I talk about. And these are things you can talk about too!

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