Wow...

just when you think the last story is the best you've ever read. Rover comes again with this one. weldone boss.

Roy: It is always a delight reading your works!

May your flame never die out!

Yeboah10: Roy: It is always a delight reading your works!

May your flame never die out!

Royver, this is the guy who showed me a piece of your works and since then, i've been more of a follower than him! Lool
Acquah Nana Yeboah! Shey i spell am correct?


SAW

Nd nobody invited me shaa

This is gonna be interesting. Carry go, Roy

JigsawKillah:

Royver, this is the guy who showed me a piece of your works and since then, i've been more of a follower than him! Lool
Acquah Nana Yeboah! Shey i spell am correct?


SAW

And i believe this is Ovedje?

But, your name for this platform nawah o! Are you a carpenter?...lol

Yeboah10:

And i believe this is Ovedje?

But, your name for this platform nawah o! Are you a carpenter?...lol

my father was one then lol
yea its Ovedje


SAW

#following seriously

Royver again? after seeing wat others cud not see, che you don dey hear wetin others no dey hear Abi

how are we sure this guy is a human being? All is stories are fascinating.





read this too https://www.nairaland.com/1836057/unique-horse-duck-fiction-short

welldone bro *following *

Na Ishilove carry me cm here oh!!!



Jerry... pls I need ur email sharp sharp.

ROYVER IS THE BEST!!!!!!

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The Lord’s Thursday evening program was lengthy and had a theological tone:


Every pebble beneath your feet, every drop of water, is a miracle, but since you have lost your ability to feel awe I have had to perform today these other miracles which require a suspension of natural law. My willingness to break the law should show you how deeply I love you, for even an omnipotent deity must limit his own powers. However, this will not convince the die-hards. Hence on the morrow, Friday, I shall perform several sizeable miracles during the forenoon. And promptly at noon I shall sink the continent of Africa beneath the sea for one minute and there shall be no single life lost.


After the Thursday evening broadcast disbelief melted away. People by the tens of millions became certain that the voice was God’s. Virtually the entire Christian world was trudging the roads towards Jerusalem. Fire crackers rattled day and night in the yellow dust of China. Members of a little known sect in the Ozark mountains wrapped themselves in sheets and gathered on a hilltop to await the imminent end of the world. In Africa, five dictators resigned their posts and left the continent completely while many others called for general prayer meetings. A popular governor in the south-south region of Nigeria called for a meeting of his executives where he commanded that all outstanding debts be paid. He went on to sack a hundred and fifty members of his cabinet, people who were being paid large sums of money for doing virtually nothing. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, he resigned his post to his rival who was battling the governorship elections in court, saying that his rival had indeed won fair and square. Strangely enough, the rival could not be reached, with some close associates saying he had liquidated his assets and fled to the Himalayas in search of spiritual enlightenment.


Internet porn sites received the lowest amount of visitors in history. At no other time since the dawn of free porn had so many members of the male species logged off from their computers and logged on instead to Religious sites.


Then the African radio stations took over the air. God had chosen the right continent for his final demonstration. People of another country might have put on a craven scramble for rowing boats and airplanes. Not the Africans! The good humoured Lagos announcer from Nigeria cool FM observed “Nobody is panicking, funny enough. You know Africa is a very spiritual continent and if God himself has decided to baptize us all at once, who are we to refuse. Besides, a minute under water can’t do anybody any harm and might even do some parts of Africa a lot of good.”

A Sierra-Leonean lady interviewed at Heathrow airport squealed excitedly among her grinning peers: “Many of us international students are catching the next available flight back to our home countries in Africa! We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” One of the students waved a swim suit in glee.

Arrangements were made for airships to circle over the major cities of each of the African continents in order to transmit eye-witness accounts of the second great flood.

God had promised ‘sizeable’ miracles for Friday forenoon and they were quite sizeable. In the United states, every last ounce of metal owned by the Army, the Navy and the Air force was gone from its accustomed place. The whole huge tonnage of it, from buckles to battleships, was neatly cut up into scrap.

By mid-morning, the other nation whose war potential was feared by the world had also lost all its military equipment. The outrage felt by the Kremlin was sufficient to blast aside its own censorship. All of the shining rows of Russian tanks, planes and guns were gone. In their place stood rank upon rank of wooden carts filled with manure, each bearing a neat placard with a quotation from Lenin: “Peace, Bread and Land.”


As for the protest meeting of the atheists in New York, barely had the group demonstrators marched into Times Square than God turned every one of them into an Angel. Arched, sweeping wings with feathers of purest white grew abruptly out of their shoulder blades, and over their heads appeared halos of bright gold. They had a frightfully embarrassing time of it trying to sneak away in taxi-cabs.


The announcers and reporters flying over Africa grew almost incoherent with tension as the second hands of their watches swept away 11.58, 11.59 and finally, the dot of noon. The BBC man however, chatted along as coolly as if he were describing a cricket match.

“As predicted,” he said, “the continent is now sinking. The rate is quite rapid; about that of a modern passenger elevator. There, the last church steeple has disappeared. The water is aswirl with floating objects. What a clutter people do keep around their houses! Now the hilltops are under…fifty seconds, fifty five… yes, she’s popping up again. Righto! Up she comes, good old Africa, none the worse for her little drenching!”


Landing craft raced for the shore the instant there was a shore to race for. The first citizen to be reached by a CNN reporter was a certain Chief Tayo Abidemi from the shores of the Lagos bar beach which now looked cleaner than it had been in years.


“Tell the viewers at home sir,” panted the reporter. “Did you really go under?”


“You no see as I wet?!” trumpeted the chief. “Water just enter all my room even as I close the windows sef. Abeg you get dry towel for there?”

God’s broadcast of Friday evening was devoted to picking up loose ends:


Must my visit mean that the world is coming to an end? For goodness sake, listen to your soul; do as it bids you. Good night.


Saturday was a busy, busy day. Consciences long buried were sending up tender green stalks like onion bulbs. The dictators of half a dozen countries more resigned. Many international church pastors sold their excess belongings, private jets, fleet of cars and houses for give away sums to countries and individuals who needed them and gave the proceeds of the money to the poor and needy in their congregation. Small businesses by the hundreds of thousands experienced a similar change of heart. One garadge owner called his mechanics together and said “From now on when we charge a customer for a new distributor coil, let us actually put in the coil.”


Lesser malefactors spent Saturday returning stolen books to the public libraries, repaying old loans, sending gifts to old forgotten relatives and so on. For 99 percent of the human race, it was astounding what a happy friendly, pleasant place the earth had become by Saturday night.


The Lord’s Saturday evening broadcast was his farewell. Across the world radios, televisions, phones, laptops even gadgets not meant to receive transmissions hummed. Then there came silence and the beautiful voice. It said:


Now I shall take my leave. You will find that most of your problems remain. You still have pain and unhappiness; you still need to feed and to clothe and to govern yourselves. Need I tell you why? A planet is a school. Live, dear children, and learn. And now – until we meet again, goodbye.




On the seventh day, we presume, HE rested.




The End

I am jus smiling mumuishly, imaging how it all went down. Good one royver. Pls complete how d world ended too
Hope all dos thiving polthivians didn't go back to dir old ways

Wow.
Nice story.

It looked real!!

hahahaha, i wished this was real, imagine Naija polythiefcians actually returning monies they stole, pastors selling their private jets at give away prices and giving the proceeds to the poor, mushroom churches folding up!!!! ye!! Naija would ve been a better place u know

adebayo201: Na Ishilove carry me cm here oh!!

Me too o!

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The story done end? Na wa o that was very very short

Royver, you did a scary good job

Ishilove: This is gonna be interesting. Carry go, Roy

ishilove, how can i contact you? this is my email, xtfranks005@gmail.com or xtfranks005@yahoo.com

I just wish this can happen for real hahahahah....ROYVER!!! YOU THE BEST BRO!!!!

I am short of words roy!!!

JeffreyJamez: I am short of words roy!!!

Bros... I need ur email biko!

Dis story is lovely in an amazing way. It reminds me how God doesn't ever give up on us no matter who we are and what we've done. He still reaches out to us, calling us back to his fold. God is good.

Good work Royver, may ur inspiration keep glowing and ur ink shall never run dry. See u @ the other end

Nicely done.

adebayo201:
Bros... I need ur email biko!

Jeffreyjamez@gmail.com

Royver!!!!!!!!!!!
If this happens for real ehn



SAW

JeffreyJamez:

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