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Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.

He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.


Okupe fell to his knees before him.

"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."

Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:

The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.


Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.


"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"

Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.

Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.

"Look at my teeth, Okupe."

Okupe looked.

"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"

Okupe's mouth went dry. He remembered the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.

"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.

Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"

Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."

"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"

The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.

Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."

Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."

Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."

Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"

Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."

Then, he was gone.

And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.

I have so many questions to ask about this your write-up, but did Okupe really liken Tinubu to Jesus Christ?

This is funny as hell

Heavens1stson:
Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.

He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.


Okupe fell to his knees before him.

"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."

Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:

The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.


Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.


"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"

Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.

Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.

"Look at my teeth, Okupe."

Okupe looked.

"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"

Okupe's mouth went dry. He remembered the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.

"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.

Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"

Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."

"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"

The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.

Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."

Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."

Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."

Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"

Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."

Then, he was gone.

And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.

Very hilkarious

Tinubu likely silenced him after using him

Betrayers are never accepted by the party they betrayed for.

Afonjeezy:
Tinubu likely silenced him after using him

Betrayers are never accepted by the party they betrayed for.

Cry well well

simpleseyi:
Cry well well

Are you a betrayer?

Beautiful piece @OP.

Deserves front page.

😂😂😂😂

I wish it was funny but after reading it to the end I couldn't laugh again
But who do we blame the Op or the one who left a questionable legacy

Ojuntana:
This is funny as hell

kmst:
I wish it was funny but after reading it to the end I couldn't laugh again
But who do we blame the Op or the one who left a questionable legacy

In all we do, we should never leave behind a questionable legacy. But that guy went too far by likening Tinubu to Jesus. That was sycophancy taken too far, tbh.

Tinubu should be liken to Pharoah, not Jesus Christ. Such a blasphemy!

Lol

One picture explains everything

Ok

I'm sure his big fat stomach will be the ist to burst in the inferno.

"Abandoned divinity to die for mankind" this reasoning dy always dy muzz me. Anyways, Ihdina Siratal Mustaqim

Mariangeles:
I have so many questions to ask about this your write-up, but did Okupe really liken Tinubu to Jesus Christ?

Are you a nigerian?

Heavens1stson:
Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.

He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.


Okupe fell to his knees before him.

"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."

Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:

The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.


Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.


"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"

Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.

Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.

"Look at my teeth, Okupe."

Okupe looked.

"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"

Okupe's mouth went dry. He remembered the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.

"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.

Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"

Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."

"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"

The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.

Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."

Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."

Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."

Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"

Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."

Then, he was gone.

And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.

I can imagine azazel and his smirk

. This is crazy as hell 😂😂😦

God is a merciful God and will never throw his creation in hell. Do you destroy a spoilt or dead TV by burning it. You either recycle ♻️ it or goes back to mother earth of which it will regenerate. When we die our soul and spirit goes into the cosmic. The cosmic is where the new bodies are formed. Then we the dead goes back to the factory, our brains are formatted just like you loose your memory and never even remember your name. There's even a thread about a Kenyan guy that was posted on nairaland. He was reincarnated and went back to his formal life and recognised everyone even where he was buried. So no one goes to hell. God is love 💕 not hate. Even an earthly judge won't sentence you to burn by fire for the most grevious offences. Anyways nice read..

https://www.nairaland.com/7392580/5-year-old-boy-reveals-past-life

This is the link to the story.

AdolfHitlerxXx:
One picture explains everything

The OP is a good writer of the piece of comedic reliefs and satires.

You, your brains don empty finish like Agbero own, na to dey post dry pictures upandan you dey. Mugu.

Dalohad:
Dalohad to his useless h0m0 father:

The OP is a good writer of the piece of comedic reliefs and satire.

You, your brains don empty finish like Agbero own, na to dey post dry pictures upandan you dey. Mugu.

I agree with you. The guy is a mugu agbero. His son isn't any better

AdolfHitlerxXx:
I agree with you. The guy is a mugu agbero. His son isn't any better

Ball-scratching, pea-brained Agbadorian illiterate.

Mugu..

ZombieDredd:
I can imagine azazel and his smirk

Learn to just comment without quoting a long post. What's the point quoting an already made post inside the same article.

Afonjeezy:
Tinubu likely silenced him after using him

Betrayers are never accepted by the party they betrayed for.

May you find people around you who will treat you the same way you treat Tinubu

Dalohad:
Dalohad to his useless h0mosexual father.
Ball-scratching, pea-brained Agbadorian illiterate.

Mugu..

I agree again

OneCandleAway:
Beautiful piece @OP.

Deserves front page.

Lol, front page ke. You want make Okupe family read the comic bashing amid mourning?

LazyNGyouth:
Lol, front page ke. You want make Okupe family read the comic bashing amid mourning?

Yes, it might touch the hearts of other thieving politicians. To see how they will be remembered when they die. Though I know these African breed are stone hearted.

OneCandleAway:
Yes, it might touch the hearts of other thieving politicians. To see how they will be remembered when they die. Though I know these African breed are stone hearted.

You made a point

OKOATA:
. This is crazy as hell 😂😂😦

God is a merciful God and will never throw his creation in hell. Do you destroy a spoilt or dead TV by burning it. You either recycle ♻️ it or goes back to mother earth of which it will regenerate. When we die our soul and spirit goes into the cosmic. The cosmic is where the new bodies are formed. Then we the dead goes back to the factory, our brains are formatted just like you loose your memory and never even remember your name. There's even a thread about a Kenyan guy that was posted on nairaland. He was reincarnated and went back to his formal life and recognised everyone even where he was buried. So no one goes to hell. God is love 💕 not hate. Even an earthly judge won't sentence you to burn by fire for the most grevious offences. Anyways nice read..

https://www.nairaland.com/7392580/5-year-old-boy-reveals-past-life

This is the link to the story.

You think God is a respecter of persons??

Heavens1stson:
Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.

He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.


Okupe fell to his knees before him.

"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."

Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:

The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.


Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.


"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"

Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.

Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.

"Look at my teeth, Okupe."

Okupe looked.

"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"

Okupe's mouth went dry. He remembered the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.

"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.

Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"

Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."

"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"

The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.

Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."

Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."

Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."

Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"

Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."

Then, he was gone.

And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.

Literary prowess at it's best!! Op I wish if you could direct your energy to the right path.