About 3 hours ago, I was on a typical Ibadan bike moving towards home to rest. This one however did something spectacular as he decided to stay in the center of the road. He almost caused commotion; perhaps he has drank the thing they use to drink. Cars were blaring their horns at us as they sped past us with very narrow space left to kick us out of the road.
One of the cars that sped past us had a bride in it. Of course she was wearing her gown and that was how I recognised her. I allowed my mind to stray off the bike and I entered her wedding. Wow! She must have danced away all her strength trying to beat her husband in the competition that gets everybody's attention. Well, help me tell her that she has won our own; she doesn't need to compete.
I remembered some of my friends in school. After they have ate concoction rice from Monday till Friday, they will put on fine cloths and move to town looking for a ceremony where they can eat something nice. They don't care who is celebrating or what they are even celebrating. They just want to eat! We call them mogbo, moya ( I heard and branched).
Some Christians are like that! They are only around to eat. Knowing the Lord and becoming like Him is none of their business. The knowledge of the Holy One is none of their business, they just want to eat. God is a problem solver to them and not a Father. Jesus is a generous bank manager and not a friend while the Holy Ghost is the hired assassin that does not miss road.
While some of these guys may find themselves in heaven, most of them will wind up outside the fence. Those that find themselves in heaven will not have access to the marriage supper of the Lamb. Nobody marries a stranger; not even Jesus!
Finally, I reached my destination and dropped from the bike with the weird driver; bless his heart!
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