I am a hit-man. I was born to hit. Since I was given only 1 life bullet, I had to be strategic about it hence devising what I called “The Hitlist”. This list had only five spots. So I embarked on the quest for potential targets and found the best five that qualified. I employed my Grading System and ranked them: number Five to number One. She wasn’t One of them, but her CV was impressive, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt and gave her the sixth spot so she became One of them. The toughness and seriousness of the competition evidenced itself by targets started screaming “shoot me, shoot me”. Some even assured me I won’t miss even if I took a shot blind folded. She set herself apart from them and slowly advanced in the ranks. Others were doing well, but she excelled them all hence promoting her to become my number One target. Colourful, so bright, she passed all the hard tests that were in level with the “number One” spot. She really proved herself and like Caesar she had to be given what was rightfully hers. So I took away the number One title and gave her the Title of titles: my Double O (Only One), my OT (Only Target), the Bull’s-eye. Time reached its fullness, and there I was, ready to embrace my destiny, ready to fulfill my purpose as a hit-man. I took my 5IG Sauer Rifle, as I polished it with admiration, the faithfulness of my trainer just filled my heart. The d-day came and as I laid down I remembered daddy’s advice to close my eyes and aim by faith. I pulled the trigger and shot straight to her heart. Immediately a volcanic sound of joy erupted, as the heavens and the earthly creation explosively shouted: “Bull’s- eye bull’s-eye! All glory to Him who gave you the rifle and the bullet, and guided you to take that shot with your eyes closed”
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 19:38:58 +0000
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