18/12/2025
GOODNESS IS NEVER A SHIELD đ€·
Adeola was the kind of soul the world often misunderstands.
Soft-spoken. Kind-hearted. Careful with her words.
She believed deeply that goodness was a shield.
âI donât wish anyone evil,â she would always say, her voice calm and sure.
âSo no one can do me evil.â
She lived by that belief. She helped when she could. She forgave easily. She avoided conflict. Even when people mocked her gentleness, she smiled and walked away. Adeola never imagined that her goodness could make her a target.
But wickedness does not need permission to exist.
At her workplace, Adeola shone quietly. She did her work with diligence, never competing, never stepping on toes. Yet envy grew in the hearts of her colleagues like a silent disease. They smiled with her in the daytime and whispered against her at night. Her peace irritated them. Her favor angered them. Her light exposed their darkness.
They wanted her to fall.
One afternoon, tired from work, Adeola sat on a chair in the office loungeâa chair that had been waiting for her. A chair prepared with evil hands. A charmed chair, poisoned with wicked intentions.
She felt it almost immediately.
A sudden cold ran through her body. Her vision blurred. Her heart raced, then slowed. Her strength drained as if life itself was leaking out of her veins. Adeola collapsed, gasping for breath, her lips trembling, her body shaking violently.
As she lay between life and death, tears streamed down her faceânot just from pain, but from confusion.
âGod⊠I never wished anyone evil,â she cried silently.
âWhy is this happening to me?â
She was rushed to the hospital. Days passed like years. Machines beeped. Prayers rose. Her mother wept beside her bed. Her spirit fought when her body could not. Somewhere between consciousness and darkness, Adeola prayedânot with pride anymore, but with surrender.
She lived.
Against all odds, she survived.
When Adeola opened her eyes again, she was not the same girl who had collapsed on that chair. The innocence was still there, but wisdom had joined it. She finally understood a painful truth:
Listen, goodness alone is not armor.
Purity of heart does not cancel the existence of evil.
