PASTOR BOSCO 2

Pastor bosco stared at the buses. Getting into a bus and preaching was risky. The last time he tried it,he was shocked just how stingy people could be. At the end of the bus ride after wasting his holy saliva to preach all he'd gotten was Forty Naira.can you imagine that?FORTY NAIRA!!

The bus had at least Ten People inside it and that's all they could give? Useless people and they wonder why God doesn't answer their prayers.mtchewww!

He got into one of the buses, still pondering on his ordeal. The fare was One Hundred Naira and right off he'd known that his famous "the love of money..." Wouldn't work with the large muscular bus conductor.


But he had done different kinds of jobs, before settling down as a pastor so he got an idea. He got to his bus stop and as soon as the bus stopped, pastor Bosco quietly stepped out of the vechicle and smiled at the conductor.
The man looked like he pounded,crushed and ate human body parts for a living.this was one guy he did not want to upset.


Pastor bosco timed everything perfectly.he held the smile on his face for another three seconds, and waited while the conductor got distracted with collecting money from other passengers who had also alighted. Then before the conductor could blink, he ran across the road,darting expertly between cars.

Pastor bosco had had a lot of practice. Fleeing from less than favorable situations were more or less part of his job description. That plus years of hawking on expressways in Lagos.

The conductor didn't stand a chance.the "man of God"moved like the wind. The conductor had never seen a bible wielding preacher move that fast. He just stood there and rained abuses on the fleeing man to the delight of other passengers

That was one experience pastor bosco didn't want to repeat.he had to get creative for the second part of his journey.

The pastor noticed a shapey and pretty girl talking into what  looked like an expensive phone.
"...no NYSC posted me to Ebonyi State..."she said into the phone
A quick glance at her watch told him it also wasn't cheap.
".....don't 'Chichi-me' ....abeg wont I  rent a place in town..?"she continued.

The Pastor smiled at himself. This as always was going to be too easy.
He instantly cleared his throat .Raising his voice,he began his famous
"repent for the kingdom of God is at hand" sermon.

Of course most people ignored him.this was a bus park, a live nest of stingy people.
But he wasn't interested in most people....his focus was on the girl.

"......the spirit has revealed to me..."he began as the girl glanced in his direction.

".....somebody...has been...transfered..promoted..No. Posted to Ebonyi state..."he continued.

At that the girl stopped and really looked at him.
Good he had her attention.

"....i am seeing four letters....." The Pastor went on as he started snapping his fingers like he was trying to remember something.

"N...N...Y.....?" He was saying still snapping his fingers.a few people had slowed down to listen to the preacher.

"NYSC...!!!!"The girl exclaimed.
"God bless you my child"he said.

Now he had to keep her attention
"I'm hearing a name....(snaps fingers)...Chi...Chi..(snaps fingers)..."he went

"Chinyere...."the girl completed in shock.
"Yes...my daughter...Chinyere"he said.

"Jesus!"she exclaimed.
"how did he know this must be a prophet" she gushed
"Don't take his name in vain!"he warned.

"I'm sorry sir"she said.

Several people had stopped to watch.
"My daughter,you are thinking about paying for a house after camp?" He inquired.
The girl seemed stunned.

"Make sure you sow a seed into the life of a man of God before you travel....the road ahead is dangerous..too dangerous my chilr....you need God's divine protection"he said

"but I'm travelling now...and my pastors' house is...,."
"Do not tempt the lord thy God!!!"he said harshly as he eyed the rest of his audience.

She was silent again.
"sow a seed into the life of a Man of God...before you go on this trip" he said.

Long story short.she gave him Two thousand naira.Imagine,two thousand Naira.
After all his preaching?Mtcheeew!!!
God forgive her.
But he also got her number... so certainly, part of her alowee would be coming to him and also at least he was certain of Indomie and eggs this evening.
He finally made it  to the church.

Thirty minutes into the service, Pastor Bosco wasn't happy.
It was offering time and he could tell just by looking at the offering tray as it was passed around that it wasn't going to be much.

Even from the pulpit,he could tell that the largest denominations on the tray were  N20 notes.the rest were rumpled up and torn up ten naira notes that some how looked like used up tissue paper from where he was standing.

What was wrong with these people?he thought to himself as sister Agnes passed the tray around.
He stared at the hungry faces that looked back at him. Of late, his congregation had dwindled, maybe it was the heat..or the leaking roof...or the fact that the church was located next to a large dumpsite.

He wasn't sure which but it was his primary source of revenue.he had to do something about it fast.

Luckily,he wasn't paying rent.he thanked God for that.
 The church building was an old uncompleted structure that they'd been using for three months.
So far, no one had come to harass them. With any luck, the owner might have forgotten about this place.....he hoped.

Sister Agnes was the Church's choir director(well...actually she was the only one in the  choir),she was also the only usher and church cleaner.

A couple of weeks ago she had gotten it into her head to ask for a salary.
"did God not wake you up this morning???"he'd snapped at her
"....you're asking for salary, there are people who don't have work...you're working in God's house and you're murmuring......may the Lord not strike you down in His wrath." The pastor said as he rose to his feet.

"chei!!!"she exclaimed.
"pastor,...leave this  ya sweet mouth,..biko find me something" .she'd said playfully.

"what?"he'd exclaimed.shocked at her level of disrespect.

"are you talking to a prophet like that ?"

"Hian!"she'd responded.
"so all the time you used to 'press' me when I am counting offering what were you?"she asked curiously with her hands on her waist.

"shhhh" he'd told her as he looked around to be certain no one was listening.

"...that was the work of the devil..." he'd said still looking around.

"....yes,work of the devil..." she'd  said with enough sarcasm to fill a room.

"please find me something biko"

With all the relutance in the world, he'd agreed to give her part of the offering after every service.
She was elated at this.and he was ashamed at himself for conceding to her demands.

Of course after that day,she did her job with a bit more diligence and as a plus she let him "press"her in his office when no one was around.

Soon it was time to say grace.
The pastor had noticed a new face in the crowd, a well dressed man.
Was his twenty or ten naira note amongst the flock  of dejected looking notes?
Shameful.

The pastor decided to take another round of offering, stating that God was about to bless someone with a Fifty million naira contract.

Of course at the mention of such an amount, there was excitement in the small hall. But the second he mentioned a second offering to secure the blessing, the excitement dwindled.

Wicked people.he thought.
Stingy...wicked people.

This time, the twenty naira notes were even fewer and the ten naira notes were replaced with five naira notes. The pastor was grateful that coins were no longer being used.
"may God judge you all" he whispered under his breath as he saw the tray.

The well dressed man had simply passed on the tray without a second look.

God punish you.The pastor thought to himself.

"you!!" the pastor said pointing a threatening finger at the man.

The man casually looked around then went;
"me?"
"yes you...God has a word for you...see me after church"the pastor said.

You think you are stingy don't worry I will chop your money today.the pastor thought to himself.


To be continued.....




LIFE IS A CHOICE MY FRIEND
SO CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID