Lashing Out At God For Your Misfortune

Lashing Out At God For Your Misfortune

I met a mad man at the market a few days ago. He wore a worn-out suit, bowtie, suspenders and bathroom slippers.

I was trying to purchase tomatoes from a store when he suddenly stood beside me, glared at me for a moment, and hissed.

As I stretched my hand to give the seller (a woman) a N200 note, the mad man immediately snatched it, tore it in my presence and chased me away with a long cow whip in his right hand.

I hadn't eaten anything since the previous evening. No! I wasn't fasting; I just had nothing to eat. While he was leaving home for work a few hours earlier, my neighbour gave me the N200 when he saw how downcast I was.

He gave me a few cups of rice and told me I should buy pepper with the money so I would be able to cook stew and eat since he had already exhausted his.

Since I wanted to be a good neighbour, I decided I'd buy N150 worth of tomatoes so we could share. Because of my decision, I had to trek to the market, reasoning that I'd use the N50 change to board a taxi back home afterwards.

But there I was, left with nothing at all. I cried so hard that I attracted the attention of passersby. They stopped for a while, watched with rapt attention, and then continued with whatever business took them to the market.

I left home for the market in the afternoon. By the time I got to my neighbourhood, the sky was already getting dark because I had to trek back home.

As I got into our compound, I heard an inaudible voice emerging from my neighbour's room. I crept past the door and peeped through the torn net attached to his window.

Right there on his head was a big calabash, neatly folded with a new red cloth adorned with cowries. At that point, the butterflies in my stomach had started gaining momentum.

Where I bent down and watched frighteningly, I could see his back view vividly. He spread his arms in the air, made some incantations, and quietly chanted my name, "Samuel! Samuel! Samuel!"

All of a sudden, he started vomiting blood and ended up giving up the ghost about 3 minutes later.

As I stood up in fear to run for dear life, I beheld the greatest shock of my life. Standing and smiling at me a few metres away, was the same mad man I saw at the market that afternoon.

But at that moment, he no longer looked like a mad man. Instead, he was majestically dressed in flawless white apparel, his face shining like the stars of heaven.

"Congratulations Samuel! If you had successfully spent that money, you would have been dead by now," he said with his face still beaming with smiles.

And almost immediately, he vanished without no traces of him. Then, it dawned on me that God sent his angel to save me from untimely death.

When God saves us from troubles sometimes, we do think he's punishing us for our sins. Instead of lashing out at God for your misfortune, give him thanks, and believe that everything is working for your good.

When God saves us from troubles sometimes, we do think he's punishing us for our sins. Instead of lashing out at God for your misfortune, give him thanks, and believe that everything is working for your good.

I am Ayodeji Adekunle, and I depopulate hell for a living.

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Kolawole Solomon

When my pen bleeds, expressions are kept close to my heart, and as it bleeds the words from deep within through my writings, I discover I have created art. I display a piece of my soul. This is my work, my blood, and it should be an object of pride, no matter how much it is criticized or praised.
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