IN THE LAND OF MOAB: A Daughter’s Tale

written by: Mary Nwanua

As a stranger, I wandered away from the love of my father.

In his glory, I felt choked.

The land of Moab looked better and fruitful to me.

My belonging and my life in my hand, I left, never to look back again. I thought.

In the land of Moab, I tasted the good.

Oh, my father was indeed wicked, I yelled.

How does a father deprive his daughter of many blessings?

No, I refuse to look at Him again.

In the land of Moab, I mingled.

As I giggled with them, I got entangled.

The warnings of my father became a mere threat to me.

Amid the excitement, my father’s voice became faint.

Slowly I lost his touch, his voice, his sight, and his will.

My father became a stranger to me.

I lost his face.

Days became months, and months became years.

My happiness soon turned sour.

I lost my treasured GARMENT, and then I lost His COVERING.

The plague of the land began to crawl in

Soon my dwelling place became a host to the fleas.

Then the friends of the land deserted me.

Oh Moab, all I have done was seek pleasure from you.

Oh Moab, in you, I lost my glory.

Oh, Moab, I came with a surplus, but I leave with sorrow.

Oh Moab, why make Marah out of me.

Oh Moab, a haven to others but anguish to me.

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I am Mary Nwanua. A Believer. A Scribe. Avid Reader.

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