Last night, I was in a very annoying and condescending chat. She had come at me with the arrogance of piety.
She announced, “I’m your pastors inlaw arrogating herself the credence she needed to climb the pulpit and talk down on me.”
I listened. I already had made it very clear that I no longer attend the church and can’t care about any pastor nor any church, but this didn’t deter her
I know your wife, she opined. She must know me. I am the pastors inlaw she repeated. This labeling was a huge claim to fame, but it landed on the wrong audience.
Ohhh, I pity your wife. She is married to a slut after whoring around you, come back home to her, a drained pipe.
This statement is the problem with today’s pentecostal fellowship. The condescending arrogance leveraging on a putrid understanding of how life should be lived.
And where life is not lived around those lines, you are immediately judged and consigned to the dustbin.
This is why I stopped attending the foolish churches and refused blatantly to bow down to any clay feeted demagogue parading as a man of God and their rabid disciples like this madam.
Why would you pity my wife? Is she not capable of pitying herself? At 49 years old, if she doesn’t know what is good for her or be able to take firm decisions about her circumstances, then she must be a big fool.
So why would you leave whatever is your own ailment and come and cry blood for a woman who has three grown up chikdren and who is struggling with the madness she has found herself with the devil she married.
You now see the destructions these false prophets wrest on homes. Imagine if my madam had gone to her for counseling; what exactly will be her lot in the hands of this Angel.
It reminds me of when I went to her so-called pastor some 10 years ago. I didn’t go o. I was summoned. Edgar, you have children outside of your marriage, he deadpan.
I looked at him, not blaming him for this intrusion. He had been given the visa by a woman who didn’t know herself. I asked him, so what am I supposed to do, oga?
I should walk away from them? He looked at me in surprise. He was used to people drooling saliva in front of him and kneeling and kissing his tithe paid for shoes.
The next thing was to ask the woman, where are you from? She told him and where is he from. she told him and she said you had to leave him. The church will give you a halfway house, and you take it from there.
That was it. That was the counseling as he moved out of the office to the next fool.
Yes, there was domestic violence. Yes, I had hit her, but there were deeper issues. This man didn’t even bother to listen. He just laid his judgment and expected it to be obeyed.
I hissed and walked away, never to return to the church again.
Now, this church runs a choir that is a cesspool of illicit sex and yet I am the man whore. A young girl once told me how she was lured to the ilashe beach by some of these pastors seeking sex and how she ran off with a fisherman to escape
Yet, I am the slut with a drain pipe. The hypocrisy no longer rankles me, as I have found myself. I am stronger than the hypocrisy of Nigerian Christianity.
It’s an empire built on fraud, lies, and manipulation with only the leaders and their immediate families and ardent disciples sucking off the lucre of deceit.
What have we not heard? Haven’t we seen their dicks on the internet, haven’t we seen huge wealth creamed off suffering masses and instead of mummy to face the huge tower of Babel in her empire it is my roving dick that bothers her this night.
I crave nothing from the Nigerian church. Yes, I generalize my assumptions even as I say, it’s all a total waste of energy.
The man whore has spoken. Leave me to my whoring.
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