'Hi Kemi, kindly help share my testimony with kfbers.
You are the Pillar that holds my life. Master Jesus, You are the Pillar. I was driving on the highway when l was double crossed by a vehicle with three men inside.
Their action was a case of mugging-either armed robbery or of assassination attempt in a broad day light. My God is good oh, Eh, HE is good oh weluwelu. I sing now and has been singing since then. Why? What came after the scene, made me a 'champion'.
Immediately, l saw them l did not think straight. At that time, l was subconscious. In that frame of mind, l swerved or let me say, l saw myself swerving.
Before my very eye, the car was turning and turning. I lost grip of the car, l was no longer in control. Severally the car turned and stopped.
I bowed my head on the steering wheel and said Jesus. I heard people, both passersby and the others clapping in ecstasy. I wondered and came out, looked around me and leaned on the vehicle, not believing what had just happened. The people continued to shower me with praises, thinking l was putting up the display of professionalism in driving.
What they did not know was that, Someone supernatural waded in, took charge of the whole thing. His hand stopped the oncoming and the ongoing vehicles. None came around me. It's still like a dream.
I got the facts of the actions l have just told you from the onlookers. l really did not know what happened. Even the attackers had disappeared into the thin air on seeing what followed their attempt.
What should have been death for me turned to life and more than that-people cheering me and not mourning me or shaking their heads on a lifeless body. I saw GOD at work and l told them it was not me but Jesus, the Son of the Living God.
He gave me another opportunity to live-not die in the hand of the would-be attackers or in the thick accident clouds. l say today and will continue to say HE IS GOD."
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.... "We are sorry, Master," Sule said. "Sorry, uh? I will make you really sorry," he said. He asked him to pull down his shorts and lie down. Sule did as ordered. The master flogged hint six hard strokes in his bare buttocks. Sule cried out loud as each stroke descended on his buttocks. Bawa had begun crying already. He dreaded the master's cane. Tanko was bracing himself for the worse. There was nothing he could do to change the situation, he had to take it. Meanwhile, Garba who was still watching out for the master heard the cries of Sule. His heart skipped. What was happening'? He went close to the cathedral and noticed that a candle had been lit. Then he saw through the window that the master had caught his friends and was flogging them. He panicked. Quietly, he began to scurry away to the hostel. His heart was burdened with fear and dread that he began to cry. He prayed his friends would not open up and mention his name. Mr. Jacobs ordered Bawa to lie down but the fat boy was still pleading. Tanko quickly dropped his shorts and lay in front of the Whiteman. The master dealt him hard strokes and Tanko cried out in pains. "Now Boy, it's your turn. I haven't got all morning," the master said calmly, even bored. "Please sir," Bawa pleaded, crying hysterically. "Lie down Boy and take your strokes," the Whiteman said, his voice rising a pitch higher. "Please sir, I will not do it again. We are not the .... TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW...JOIN US TOMORROW FOR MORE ON THIS FUNNY AND EXCITING STORY }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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