At the Murtala Muhammad airport, i sat on a metal chair fastened on the floor and talked with Maria. I told her that i would come to Italy as soon as i returned to Europe. She also promised to visit me wherever i decided to live in Continental Europe.
We chated and waited until it was time to check in.
I helped her checked-in her two luggages before i left the airport and drove to Ikotun.
Bob, an uncle of mine lived there in Ikotun. He was married with children. When i arrived to his house that evening, he was surprised to see me. I told him that i wanted to go to TB Joshua the next day and that i wanted to park my car in his place. After chating and drinking, i left my car in his place, took a bike and drove back to estate.
Elizabeth who had been calling me, was waiting for me at the estate gate. Bikes were banned from entering the estate from 6pm, therefore we walked all the way from the gate to my house. She had naturally asked about my car which i lied to her that i had left at the mechanic.
We got to my place and met Okey. He said he wanted to go to festac for clubbing that night but i told him i wasn’t going. A war had been declared on me, therefore i needed to be as careful as a snake.
”I am clubbing here with Elizabeth, you can go to Festac alone or call one of your concubines” i said as i walked past him into my room.
The following morning was a Sunday. I had promised Stella and her mother that i would visit the prophet they suggested to me. I had asked Okey where the Church was located and he had directed me. It wasn’t really far from Jakande estate. It was located along the Ikotun road. The name was Synagogue Church of all Nations.
I had taken a Bike to the place and stopped at the entrance. It was a magnificent place decorated with fancy lights, the type God approved.
As i walked in the direction of where others where heading, we got to a Place where we were all stopped and searched. We were asked a few questions before some of us were allowed into the auditorium. Others were directed towards the right where i didn’t know. The place was already filled before i came despite waking up and going there so early that morning.
The prophet wasn’t there yet but it was clear to me that there was no way i could see him privately on that Sunday. I had thought that i would approach him and kneel down before him to deliver me from whatever revenge evil that had occupied my conscience but when i looked around, i discovered that there were hundreds of people who required urgent attention. Cripples, blind men and women, deaf and dumb, mad men etc. They had been spotted in every corner of the Synagogue.
I wanted to get up and go back home since my problem was far too small but before i could make up my mind to do so, the Man of God appeared amidst cheers and shouts of ”Alleluya and Praise God”.
I relaxed on my seat and waited for the sermon. Apparently he was the God in the building but we Africans didn’t know that.
”In Jesus name” the Prophet said.
”Amen” Echoed from all corners of the Church.
After the initial prayers, the prophet began his teachings.
The Topic of the day was forgiveness. It was a miracle. I had almost believed that Stella or her mother had called the prophet and told him to preach Forgiveness since i had promised them to attend the Church.
For several minutes, the prophet rambled on how good it was to forgive your enemies no matter what the offence was. I sat there and wondered if he knew what he was talking about. How advisable was it to forgive someone who tried to kill you but failed? What about someone who had taken all your money out of wickedness and disappeared? How about you were preparing for your exams and someone intentionally burnt all your books so that you would fail? Or a situation where you wanted to fly to Overseas and out of wickedness, someone took your international passport and burnt it?
According to the prophet, every offence was forgiveable but according to me, there were things that we can’t simply forgive. We were all hypocrites. We forgive the small offence and revenge or take legal actions on the big ones. It was very easy to forgive someone who intentionally slapped us or someone who intentionally poured dirty water on our clothes but what about someone who intentionally fvcked our wives, and did it twice after forgiving him the first time?
The World is full of good and evil and both of them balanced each other. Without good, there would be no bad. That was why i believed so much in the rule of law.
Of course it was only good that the Church preached forgiveness, it help the people to live side by side with each other.
The problem with most Africans was that they hardly analyze things on their own. They just sat there and listened to the preachers who would in turn analyze the preaching based on his or her own understanding.
Everything in the World was based on context. Context, you heard me right. If i must forgive you for doing wrongs to me, i must first of all consider the context. I must check how remorseful you were. I must consider if you were ready to do that again or not. I must consider what i would lose or gain.
Thanks Prophet for reminding me that it was important to forgive but no thanks because there were things that we can’t Just forgive. I recalled in the Bible when God would order the Israelites to destroy other towns and cities due to one thing or the other. Where was the forgiveness?
I recalled back in Europe where every offence were clearly stated, including disobeying the traffic lights. Each offence had its punishment and no matter the reason you gave, the law would punish you. Yes the law, That was what we needed in our own society. That was the only thing that can reset the mindsets of our people. But of course a certain book told us not to Judge. Nothing else mattered. Just don’t judge and you will go to Heaven. But you can Judge Goodluck Jonathan’s performances.
Yes , according to the Tribal bigots, the Religious bigots and the partisan bigots, Goodluck jonathan, our dear President is clueless but ‘thou shall not judge’.
“Wake up fellow Africans, we are far behind and there must be some reasons behind that”
” I have suffered a great deal from readers who have quoted this or that
sentence of mine out of its
context in matter which quite
distorted my meaning, or destroyed it