Mr. Wilson, A Septuagenarian (Aged Between 70 And 79), Has Been Sexually Abusing His Eight Year Old Daughter, Clara, Without No One Having A Know. Something Inside Of Him Had Been Whispering To Him Telling Him How Juvenile And Pedophilic That Was, But His Monophobic, And Barbaric Impulse Bedevilled His Conscious Mind. Couple Of Days Ago, Mr. Wilson Was Finally Caught. He Pleaded Guilty. The Last Words That Propelled From His Mouth Were "It Was The Handwork Of The Devil".
Pastor Patrick Muruaka, A Charismatic Preacher And Televangelist With Certain Spiritual Mojo, Has Been Having A Secret Love Affair With His Choir Mistress For Years. He Would Ardently Disapprove Every Man That Came To Ask For Miss Ballerina's (His Choir Mistress) Hands In Marriage Just To Continue Having His Way. Everytime Ballerina Sang, He Would Jump And Start Blabbing His Normal Glossolalia (Speaking In Tongues). He Had Been Secretly Paying Ballerina's Rents And Order Bills Without His Wife Knowing. One Good Evening, Getting To Twilight, Pastor Patrick Muruaka Was Got Having A Honey Moon-Like Rendezvous And Affectionately Making Love To Ballerina In A Luxurious Hotels, The Same Love Making His Wife Had Been Kneel-Begging Him For Every Night. He Was Gripping On The Ground, Begging His Wife For Forgiveness, And Blaming It On The Same Devil. When His Wife Lamented, "How Could You Of All People.....," He Responded Quickly, "Sweetheart, It's The Handwork Of The Devil".
Prof. Joel Peters Has Been Having A Secret Nights With The Wife's House Help Everytime His Barren Doctor Wife's On Night Shift. He's Been Telling The Young Poor Girl How He Enjoyed And Cherished The Nights They Have Been Spending Together, And Promised Her Otherworldly Promises. One Faithful Night His Wife Was Disposed And Had To Rush Home Only To Find His Husband And Her House Help In Her Matrimonial Bed Displaying Their Sexual Dexterity. The Husband Didn't Even Grant Her The Liberty Of Vocalizing A Single Word, He Went On His Knees: "It's Was The Handwork Of The Devil... Please, You Have To Believe Me; I Don't Know What Came Over Me."
A Son Of A Bishop Was Caught Sniffing Coke (Cocaine) By His Own Father. He Didn't Hesitate To Quickly Fall To The Ground And Sang The Same Hymn, "It's The Devil, Dad".
Mr. Kante, The CEO Kante Music Group, My Choleric Boss Has Been Having Extramarital Affair With Our Female Confrere, The Angelic And Mesmeric Looking Tina Who Happened To Be Her Personal Secretary. Tina Had Been Having Inexplicable Increments In Her Salaries; We Thought It Was As A Result Of Hardwork, Little Did We Know That It Was More Than That. I Had Been Making Passes At Tina As Well, But To No Avail. I Had Waited For Plethora Of Months To Tell Tina How Much I Loved Her. I Still Recap The Day My Boss, Mr. Kante, Called Me Into His Richman Office And Reprimanded Me Bitterly To Stay Off Tina. He Stated His Firm Is A Determined And Goal-Oriented Business Empire, Hence He Prohibits Any Form Of Unprofessional Relationship That Could Lead To Lechery And Unseriousness. He Said That Lasciviousness Would Not Be Entertained. I Saturated All That Advice Not Knowing That He Was Playing Mind Games On Me With Vested Interests. He Was Palavering Me Off The Track So That He Could Have A Free Ride.
It's Happened In One Night; I Got This Distress Call From A Close Friend And Business Cohorts Asking Me To Report To Office In No Time. I Was On Pins And Needles, Surmising What Could Have Happened. On Hogging The Office, I Saw My Surefooted Boss Lying Bare On The Carefully Tiled Floor With His Jacket, Trousers, And Vest Hanging Askew On The Wall. And I Saw Tina Lying Abjectly Naked And Abased On The Floor Like A Porn Star Who Was Shooting For A Raunchy And Lubricious Magazine. By The Door, Stood Mrs. Kante With Arms Akimbo. With The Ferocious Expression On Her Face, I Could Surmise How Nettled And Piqued She Was. She Gave My Boss A Swansong: "Kante, Someone Told Me, But I Doubted The Authenticity Of It... How Could You Stooped So Low? God! Is It Because I Have Not Been Able To Bear You A Child? No Wonder You Have Been Coming Home Late. When Asked, You Will Insinuate That Your Job Booms More In The Night Time. So This Is The Job, Right?" She Removed The Gold Ring In Her Finger And Dropped It On The Table And Walked Off. Mr. Kante Crawled-Followed The Wife Melodramatically, And Sang The Popular Song: "Honey Please, It Was The Devil; It's The Hand Work Of The Devil." So, I Muffled A Question At Tina Who Was Still Lying On The Floor Naked With Her Spic-And-Span Skin: "Tina, Please Was It The Devil That Was Making Love To You?" She Could Barely See Me, Because Her Sight Was Impeded By Tears. When You Were Enjoying, You Didn't Remember To Call The Devil To Join You; You Only Blame It On Him When You Are Being Caught.
Mmmmmh!! Was It Really The Devil Or Kante?
Kingsley Otom, Two Months After His Brother's Death, Moved Into The Brother's Wealthy Mansion, With The Idea Of Levirate Marriage Hovering His Poor Mind. He Said According To Tradition, He Was The Heir To The Brother's Property Including The Late Brother's Wife. He Confiscated Everything The Brother Had. He Would Sneak Into The Late Brother's Room Every Night And Raped The Innocent And Helpless Widow. If The Woman Tried To Scream, He Would Muffled Her Mouth With His Muscular Hands And Penetrate The Woman. Seeing That This Woman Had Refused To Yield To His Threats, He Threw Her And His Late Brother's Kids Out Of The Brother's House. The Widow Being An Educated, Civilized And Well Cultured Woman, Had Been Tape Recording All Those Blighted Nights. She Presented The Case To Her Lawyer And Kingsley Otom Was Sued For Larceny. Right There In The Court After The Hearing Of His Case, He Was Convicted For 1st Hand Rape, Property Infringement Or Trespasses And Larcenous Acts. His Lawyer Asked The Judge To Tamper Judgment With Mercy While He Was Blaming It On The Devil.
"It's The Handwork Of The Devil," He Blabbered.
There Are Myriads Of Other Cases And Unforseen Scenarios That Ended And Will End Still At This Same Quay Of Words, "It's The Handwork Of The Devil."
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It's The Same Devil That Beguiled Eve In The Garden Of Eden That Still Tried The Same Trickeries With Jesus Christ In The Wilderness. The Former Yielded To The Cajolery Of The Devil While The Latter Outweighed Him With The Word Of God. Jesus Christ In His Encounter With The Devil In The Wilderness Was Giving Us The Identity Of The Devil; That The Devil Is A Thought In Your Head. He Said: "Resist The Devil And He Will Flee." When Once You Start Having That Spurious And Demoralizing Thought, Try To Juxtapose It With The Word Of God, And Prognosticate Its Consequences, And If It's Not Inclined With God's Induction, Rebuke It And It Will Flee. The Bible Says That We Have Been The Authority To Trample On Snakes And Scorpions And To Overcome All The Power Of The Enemy; Nothing Can Harm Us.
That Implies That We Are The Bosses, And The Devil Can Only Use Us When We Give Him The Green Light. If You Make A Mistake, Face The Consequences As A Hero And Not Like A Villain. When You Imbecilely Blame It On The Devil, It Makes You A Coward. Sin Is A Decision And Not Mandatory. I'm Not Trying To Portray The Inexistence Of The Devil, But To You That He Is A Coward. There Are Times We Blame Things On The Devil That Makes Go Flabbergasted: Wondering How On Earth Did He Galvanized Such Act.
Resist Him And He Will.....
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