YOUR VILLAGE PEOPLE

He was a genius. That was our belief and it was strong. Really strong. During the semester exams, when one was given seven tough maths questions to answer any five, he usually simply begun from the first to the fifth and that was it. While others still struggled with the thoughts of which easier questions to pick and answer, he'd be done.

Other guys, including some of the most brilliant in the class would try hard to select the easiest but for him, all were easy hence no need to select anyone specially.

That was "Pari Passu", our guy. That was what we called him.

In other courses also, he was outstanding. More so, he registered his presence prominently in other extra-curricular activities. During one of the combined lectures at the old engineering auditorium in Middle Core, he wasn't obscure at all as his voice was the subject of discussion as students departed to their various departments.

But suddenly, he began to act weird. At first we laughed over it and thought it was normal until he yelled at an examiner who was quietly minding her business during one of our semester exams and also went ahead to submit his answer scripts without answering a single question.

Mental disorder it looked like. Insanity had been stealing away part of this wonderful creation until right now. He left school without completing the semester exams. There's talks of travelling to the rehab.

After almost a session of being absent from school, we heard that he was doing well at the rehab and had returned home to his family. He returned to school but sadly, he wasn't any different. His parents came and took him away again. This was the third time.

Sources close to him said he was never like that. In fact, they also confirmed that there were no insane persons in his family. So how come about this? You can ask "your village people!"  I do not know what would become of the hopes we all had and the dreams we talked about.

Can one be so rich and still so poor that all dreams for self and others gradually becomes hazy and finally dissolve into nothing? I think it happens when "your village people" are involved. I think it's possible when you are not sensitive enough to fight and resist them.

LISTEN TO ME!
The witchcraft in this part of the world is strong and unique. It’s designed to keep you out, especially when they see beams of greatness in you. Hence, you need a superior craftiness to escape "your village people" or you’ll be rendered useless until you die.

I don't mean to scare you with this post. I only intend to open your eyes to the gruesome reality we are faced with in this part of the world. And the sooner you realise this, the better prepared you can become to resist it. There is a war going on in the heavenly. It is between the forces of darkness against light. This war will take no prisoner. It will take no slave and it will give no quarter. It is a war for supremacy. This war is more gruesome than the ethnic cleansing of Rwanda. It is a war for the souls of men.

My papa nor get money, my mama nor get. I saw the pattern early on and rejected it. By God’s grace, I saw the light at 21. I fought for dear life and I escaped the cycle. I escaped the scourge of my village people because I had a superior craftiness in Jesus. Look at me now. There are a few gaps in the system that opens up from time to time. People like me stayed sensitive. I recognised the wickedness which is domicile in my society and fought it out. I gave no quarter, emerging victor and standing high and tall over their devices because I had Jesus. He is the only true and lasting antidote to "your village people." I encourage you to embrace Him today.