The Area Fada Charly boy recently writes about his encounter
with Jesus in February and how the encounter stops him from taking his
afternoon naps in his casket and also killed his pet python to set his spirit
free.
Read the full statement below;
Don't Mess With my
Jesus! In February, 2016, one cool and unusual breezy night in the comfort of
my room, I had a strange encounter of the freakiest kind with Jesus, which I
shared with you all. In that encounter, our Lord left me with specific instructions.
He had instructed me to tell you all, that Nigerians should STOP disturbing him
by substituting prayers for hard work. Jesus was very very upset with
Nigerian's kinda prayer requests and shopping list, always calling His Name for
the most trivial matters, things that would come to them naturally without
sweat were they not a lazy and an unthinking ignorant bunch. Since that special
encounter with Jesus, a lot has changed about me. I hardly noticed it, till one
of my paddy guys started pointing out a lot of things that I now do
differently. Abi I don enter? Pastor Charles? Hmmmmm, ok. He pointed out
amongst others things, so many things that I no longer do like taking my
afternoon naps in my casket, how I killed my pet phyton on the 26th of February
to set my spirit free. How it seems like I have stopped confusing people with
my sexuality and how the things of Jesus was taking a hold of me. He observed
that my long time advocacy of empowering the youths has taken a monumental
dimension. How I have become an emergency marriage counsellor, thanks to Tiwa
& Bliss. My calm and coolness suddenly made my paddy man more intrigued and
curious "Charly, what's going on" he asked insinuating that my Jesus
encounter had reconfigured me. I really do not feel any different from how I
have always felt for the past 37yrs of being consumed by the Charlyboy persona.
However I must confess that I have remained dazed by that freaky encounter. I
remember Jesus giving me that strong hard look and ordering me to "Get to
work" before I could ask, what work? the Lord disappeared as fast as he
appeared. Back in the days I would have wondered what they put in my weed.
Haba, but am not Pastor Adeboye, T.B Joshua, Pastor Kris Okotie, or any of
those holier than thou people. See me see wahala oh. Anyway, from henceforth,
let no oyizzyyj Wow that nice power most change hands in Jesus name amen
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