Showing posts with label Charly Boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charly Boy. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Bloody Randy Naija Pastors by Charly Boy

Ol boy my mouth no fit talk, but my fingers no go fall my hand. Kai! Blood of Jesus.  I like the truth because a lot of people can’t stand the truth; it makes many of us uncomfortable because many of us are just living out our fake lives.
This write up is about all the sex scandals going on in the church, about The Bloody Randy Men of God who are busy screwing their female congregation, breaking marriages and turning the bible upside down to fit their slimy nature. So, if you are one of those Jesus people who can’t see the flit in your church, sorry, keep living in denial.
STOP. You don’t have to read this.
How can a man of God “fall so easily into temptation” Are they not supposed to be on a higher moral ground than simpletons like us? These predatory pastors love to prey on their victims. It is a preplanned, master manipulative, controlling, calculated ‘decision’. Sadly, most congregations are aware about the bull-crap going on in their church. But like the dumb ignorant Naijas we are, corrupted by fear and the uncertainty of tomorrow, we look the other way. Oh God!

Saturday, April 05, 2014

"So Many Things Confuse Me About You"--Charly Boy: A Letter to God

Dear God,
 I had to muster a ‘lotta’ courage to write you this letter, please don’t get pissed with me, because there is no way on Earth that I can stand your vex, as one of your authentic sons. First of all, I ‘wanna’ thank you for all thou have given me, beautiful children, a beautiful and soulful wife, a family filled with love, Mum and Dad, nice motor bikes, belief in Self. But most importantly that gift, the ability to shift gears when the context calls for it and being able to generate and evaluate several different options in order to respond effectively to any situation, adjusting to any condition that I face instead of struggling with the way things are. Thank you God for all your mercies, but shey you also know that I have worked hard for all that I have today, with the talent you blessed me with. In short BABA, you built me for the Nigerian roads, no shaking, who born dem.
There are so many things that confuse me about you which brings me to the real reason why I’m writing to you. But I guess you already saw this coming, no be you, Alfa and omega.