AN EPISTLE OF JUDAISKY TO AFRICA
CHAPTER 12, VERSE 1
PASTOR PRAY FOR ME.
Today, being the first day of the month was so good, infact I bless God for a day like this.
One pastor was with me today and coincidentally, a woman bounced on him, claiming she has been looking for him since yesterday.
I pretended I wasn’t listening to their conversations but I heard every bit of it with my squirrel ears.
“Pastor pray for me ehhn, this is a new month and I want God to bless everything I lay my hands on” So I heard the woman said to the young man.
“Is that all or you have done SOMETHING SOMETHING again?”
This gentle man asked her, winking her to maybe, know her reaction.
“Haba, no na, how can I when the last one nearly cost us fortune” She was blushing and shying this time.
“No worries, I will pray for you but you still have to see me in my office, this isn’t a perfect place to be discussing this” The woman nodded, greeted me and left.
“My friend, I am coming, I need to go and see someone” The pastor also exempted himself, telling me he has promised to visit one man this evening. I just looked at him and wished him safe journey.
When he left, I began to wonder and ponder over the little discussion they had. The thing looked fishy to me or what do you think?
I would love to listen to your own version so it will help me in my next epistle.
I am eagerly and Patiently waiting for your feedback when I cross your path again but…
Till I cross your path again_
I hang my pen 🖋
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