Honor amongst Thieves
As part of my new year resolution, I promised to stop writing my Nansins articles and poems. I actually want Patapaa aka Patapeezy as my idol so I can be in my “one corner”.
I have a dream and for it to materialize, I intend to build a big house. A very big one. I might even buy a new house, have it demolished and then seek funding to build my new house. I don’t care what my family will survive on.
Now I am in need of a pastor/minister to accept my dreams and broadcast it to justify why I must build this new house while my family languishes outside.
Talking about pastors, so what happened to the prophecy on Shatta Wale’s life? The guy is still singing and making waves. Eeeeiii as for these these our two by four (plywood) pastors. Hehehehe
Wait! Wait! I hear the revelations this time dwelt on caskets and death. So the Supreme Being did not reveal any good thing about us? Only death? Herrrrr everybody will die and then six feet under or ashes. Nobody will live forever.
Still!! So this year, the pastors who engage in businesses that have bankrupted us, thus ruining lives, be brought to book or the saying “Touch not my anointed” will be effected?
A brother, from the city that dwells on high whose gentlemen only dress in red, said, there is “NO MORE HONOR AMONGST THESE THIEVES” and I add “CHARLATANS”
I remain #SILENTNOISES