Yesterday we had a very passionate preacher, he made me cry. Well not cry but weep. Let me put it this way tears dropped. You know its not everyday that a man cries after a sermon… yesterday I did. Well if you remember I did not go to church, but the home based fellowship was to be in my house. Well I did not succeeded stop it. Now the preacher who preached in the fellowship is the one who made me cry. Well he preached about tithing. Imagine preaching about tithing in my house again in January. Isnt that what we call direct provocation? Someone needs a quails egg. Surely churches should ban preaching about tithing in January. In January we need to hear about how the rich and the poor will be equal in heaven, how the lady who contributed a cent was actually better to the one who gave a lot and how God can take you from nowhere to somewhere. Even if this doesn’t happen at least they will have given me hope to face January with courage. So when the preacher was preaching about tithing I remembered the contents of my wallet… that’s why I cried. The preacher must have thought that the sermon was entering very well when he saw me cry because he became energized like that Energizer Bunny. In cried when I remembered that the poachers poached the all the elephants in my wallet in December until they changed the migration route. Now the elephants never pass through my wallet. I cried when I remembered that even those notes with guys picking coffees (50 bobs) on the back abandoned farming due to this January sun hen they also cannot be found in my pocket. I cried when I remembered the contents of my wallet. The passport photos of my wife and children and they way they think that Prof. has lots of money I cried when I remembered the two expired equity ATM cards and the credit card whose payment was long overdue. I cried when I remembered the business cards of people and the way they give me thinking one day I will be of help to them. I cried when I remembered when I remembered the Nakumatt receipts. Glorious times when I used to push the trolley and wonder why other people are buying very few items, nowadays I even don’t need a trolley. I also cried when I remembered of my KASNEB ID and the way the referrals have almost made me a lifetime student. Oooh KASNEB what did I do to you. I cried when I remembered the wallet has my TNA card memebership and the IEBC voters card. These two have made my life unbearable this January. Not only have they made me a vegetarian but also are charging me 16% VAT and my 4 year old son now knows the song ‘Haki yetu’ I cried when I remembered that the party I voted have banned night travel and now when am stung by bees I have to take a taxi 300/= previously I used to used a matatu for 20 bob and sometimes on credit. That’s why I cried. But the others had other reasons why I was crying. That’s why I moved forward when the preacher asked those with prayer request to move forward. My prayer request was simple That the elephants to change their migratory route to be passing thro my wallet That the elephants should come pregnant so that they can give birth in my wallet And to everyone who I owe money to know that its not my portiat nor my signature which is found kwa pesa. Have a great week Prof sees many things Yours Timothy Prof-GHC
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 08:00:54 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015