I was minding my business one fine Saturday morning, doing the things fine young bachelors like me self do on weekends - eh, I was looking for a haircut.

As I approached my barber, I saw them in the distance - the dark leather bag, the belts, the colorless dressing. The one in front saw me as I saw them, our eyes hit each others, and I could see his brain steer his body towards my direction, like a lighthouse.. the Jehovah's Witnesses..


"Good day, Brother, how are you?"
"I'm fine, and you?", I replied.

"I want to speak to you about Jesus"

"I have heard about him. He's a boring guy."

Stunned face. I saw his eyes dilate, pupils flicker - it was like watching a frog slip.

"Bros, what you don't say?"

"I say what you don't. That story is dull. Have you heard of Fela?"

"Wait, are you atheist?"

"Yes"

"so you believe there is no God?"

"I believe I am God. I'm greater than Jesus"

The Holy Spirit in him threw backflip...
Brother, how can you not believe in Jesus?"

"The question is how can you? Wetin concern black man concern Abraham?"

"So what do you believe in?"

"I believe in myself."

"No, bro, you must believe in something. You can't believe in nothing."

"I said I believe in myself. I'm with myself everyday. Everywhere I go, my self goes. All I know is myself. Everyone's a world to himself."

I had entered realms yet uncharted by this believer. This was a journey he was unwilling to continue. A sigh of resignation hit him, as he jumped ship, reminiscent of the prophet Jonah at Nineveh.

As he left, I swear I heard him pray 'baba God, i don try for this one. Make player no go sign agent enter club. this one pass me"

I smiled, congratulated my inner demons, sent victory message to my village people, and walked into the salon for that fineboy haircut..

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