Charly Boy writes on his encounter with
Jesus Christ in February 26 and how that encounter turned his life
around. He said that since the encounter, he no longer take his
afternoon naps in his casket and that he killed his pet python to set
his spirit free.
He added that the encounter has turned
him to emergency marriage counselor and that he no longer confuse people
with his sexuality. Read what he wrote below;
Don’t Mess With my Jesus! In
February, 2016, one cool and unusual breezy night in the comfort of my
room, I had a strange encounter of the freakiest kind with Jesus, which I
shared with you all. In that encounter, our Lord left me with specific
instructions. He had instructed me to tell you all, that Nigerians
should STOP disturbing him by substituting prayers for hard work. Jesus
was very very upset with Nigerian’s kinda prayer requests and shopping
list, always calling His Name for the most trivial matters, things that
would come to them naturally without sweat were they not a lazy and an
unthinking ignorant bunch.
Since that special encounter with
Jesus, a lot has changed about me. I hardly noticed it, till one of my
paddy guys started pointing out a lot of things that I now do
differently. Abi I don enter? Pastor Charles? Hmmmmm, ok. He pointed out
amongst others things, so many things that I no longer do like taking
my afternoon naps in my casket, how I killed my pet phyton on the 26th
of February to set my spirit free. How it seems like I have stopped
confusing people with my sexuality and how the things of Jesus was
taking a hold of me.
He
observed that my long time advocacy of empowering the youths has taken a
monumental dimension. How I have become an emergency marriage
counsellor, thanks to Tiwa & Bliss. My calm and coolness suddenly
made my paddy man more intrigued and curious “Charly, what’s going on”
he asked insinuating that my Jesus encounter had reconfigured me. I
really do not feel any different from how I have always felt for the
past 37yrs of being consumed by the Charlyboy persona.
However
I must confess that I have remained dazed by that freaky encounter. I
remember Jesus giving me that strong hard look and ordering me to “Get
to work” before I could ask, what work? the Lord disappeared as fast as
he appeared. Back in the days I would have wondered what they put in my
weed. Haba, but am not Pastor Adeboye, T.B Joshua, Pastor Kris Okotie,
or any of those holier than thou people. See me see wahala oh. Anyway,
from henceforth, let no oyizzyyj Wow that nice power most change hands
in Jesus name amen
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