Omoba: Hello. Good evening sir.
Segun: Good afternoon, Dayo. How you dey?
O: I’m fine o, brother Segun. Today was a really bad day for me. I was accused of stealing 10k at school. Ten thousand naira. A whole me. Ah, brother Segun, I felt embarrassed. It was so disheartening.
O: Although they eventually found the money, the shame was too much for me to bear. That’s why I decided to call you. I actually tried to call Brother James who led me to Christ, but since his number wasn’t reachable, I decided to call you so that you can encourage me.
S: Hmm. Dayo, sorry I mean brother Dayo. You know I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time. I’m happy this opportunity has come.
O: I’m really happy too sir.
S: See ehn, the fact is that your outlook does not portray Christianity in a good light. That your shoe. The black one. It is not black again. Even your shirts, they are big, my brother. They are not just big o, they are very large. That is why they could suggest you stole that money. Who will look at me and accuse me of that kind of small stealing??
O: Ha. Segun. Where did all this come from??
D: See ehn, another possible reason for your penury is that you’ve not been faithful in giving. You are suffering because you have not been giving your offering.
D: What happened? Hello, are you still there? Hellloooooo…?
D: Can you imagine? Because I told him the truth, he is angry. All these baby believers sha. He should still be there feeding on the milk of the word when there are bones of the spirit. Deep things. Nonsense. He doesn’t know that Jesus became poor so that we through his poverty might be rich. Let him keep managing while the riches of Christ are available for us.
Omoba: See my life outside? Jesus, is this how you reward those who diligently seek you? Those who leave their sinful past for you? Is this how your sheep destroy each other? When I was in the world, we never let anyone of us suffer, but this Christian faith is nothing to write home about. It’s better for me to do what I need to do right away; this reproach is too much. It’s time to call Chief.
O: Hello Chief. It’s Omoba.
C: Omoba, how are you?
O: I’m fine sir. I’ll do it. I’ll take the deal.
C: Great. I knew you would come around.
O: But sir, it’s 7.5m. Not a kobo less.
C: Hehehee. No wahala. Remember, I need 3 products. 3.
O: No problem, boss. I won’t let you down.
Location: Omoba’s school.
Omoba watched as the students left the school premises. He had been teaching at the school for 18 months and he knew the terrain. He knew the time most students left the school. He had a good idea of where most of them lived. But, more importantly, he knew which students waited till it was dark for their parents to pick them. It was those ones that he needed.
3 products. 3 children. That was all he needed to deliver to Chief and he would not fail.
He needed backup. He picked up his phone and from memory, dialed a number he hadn’t contacted in 2 years.
To be continued.
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