Hello everyone here. It's good to be here for only the living can talk how he survived in this country of ours.
After church service on sunday a man was going home, with Joy in his heart because of the word of God that he had received. Reaching one mango tree along the road to his house, he just saw a havy stone coming his direction, trying to dulge the stone he fell on the ground, as the stone hit him on his head. Blood was seen gushing out.
He got up from the ground, as he shouted "who hit me with stone? He then heard children jubilating, on the other side of the road, going close to the children. Three of them came out and were arguing among themselves. One said it's my stone that go straight and hit him gbawaaam! All of them laughed. Another child said "no, it's not your own stone it's mine. I just turned my hand like this (as the little boy demonstrate with his hand) and throw the stone fiiiiiiam! And it just go and hit him on his head kpoiim! All them laughed again. The third little boy said "it was mine, I just dance and dance before I throw the stone, it's mine that hit him.
The man was confused looking at the whole drama, not knowing what to do. He looked them and then turn to go, and comes back again,. He moved towards the children. Looking at them not even no whom to beat among them. He then thought of going to police to report. Looked at the children again he said to himself "but all these children are under age. What will I do? He looked at his hand, he saw blood, touched his Chicks blood was coming down. He then conculed to go and get police.
He indeed went to police station and call their attention to what brought him, their ogah point one police man to go and take his statement. Reaching the office, the police man then asked him to go and buy long paper sheet and file for the statement. The man got angery asked the police man "are my the one to buy paper for you? The police man responded by saying, yes the complainer is to buy file and paper, but you can give me the money to buy it for you if you wish. The police man added by saying "but before anything let me hesr What happened. The man then narrated the whole story. The police man asked the complainer " what is thier names? The complainer responded: I don't know. The police man asked the complainer another question: what type of stone sre they useing there? The complainer answered him: I don't know. The police man asked: which hand did they used to stone you, left or right? The man then got angry as he voiced out: why asking me all these questions? Can't you see that am in pain, I don't even blame you am the one that brought myself here and I will carry myself back. Case close.
As he was going back, he then remembered the message the pastor preached on that Sunday: that a man's ultimate measure is not when he finds himself in pleasure but in conflict. He then prayed in his heart for God to help his heart. Hahaha! Thanks for passing bye.