SO I BOUGHT A MAGNUM...

...and I murdered him!

Life for me began in the backyards of evil where your nightmares were everyday

processes... the masquerades you read about in books, the shamans that you watch in the movies were my neighbours. Funny thing is, Harry Potter books and movies make witches and wizards seem so cool... Dude, those folks redefine the word MEAN... I know this, cos I grew up running errands for some.

Experiencing evil first hand introduced a friend to me... a friend that fought fangs and claws to cripple the big dreams I had. I call him a friend because I just couldn’t leave him behind; he always found a way to share my meals with me, bathe with me, sleep with me and even attend classes with me.

His name was FEAR... having watched the rise and rise of evil in my town, I got so conscious of evil, despite my sterling church-going records, that at some point everything that happened had to be interpreted in the light of evil’s supremacy. I was more conscious of the consequence of annoying a witch or wizard that I forgot that these beings were all created by my omnipotent Dad.

I had to plan my calendar such that certain days were tagged as compulsory holidays, cos masquerades were having their town tours on such days; on such days, my dear friend ensured that his taunts were hyped to the A++ grade. Nights had to be spent with my room lights turned on, and when the power despots (NEPA) decided we didn’t deserve services that we pay for, a bush lamp would do the job.

Hahaha... I slept with my bible under my pillow but that didn’t prevent the nightmares or the FEAR attacks... matter of fact He took advantage of my ignorance and tormented me the more so I would doubt the power of the word. What I didn’t know was that, those words in the Bible are just words on paper, but if they were absorbed into my spirit, they would become weapons of mass destruction; the letter kills, but the word in the spirit gives life... sure you’ve heard that before.

Dude had fun with my subservience until I bought a magnum... the magnum I bought was not a physical one that had nine rounds or more... I got the magnum when I gave drowned my life in Christ and got filled with the Holy Ghost... the magnum was the new spirit I had... for they which are in Christ, all things are new... my spirit was awakened and my mouth that had only known the function of wining, dining and gisting, got an upgrade; it became the trigger to my magnum. The bullets I realized were the same words in the bible that I slept on.

Enter, II Tim I v VII, and I exploded, I had found the homicide bullet for my dear friend of over eighteen years... I meditated so much on this portion that it became me... and I cocked my gun, loaded the bullets and waited for my dear friend to show up again... I waited for while, probably he had been hinted that I had found a weapon for him and he decided to wait till my enthusiasm had worn out... but after so many years of terrorism, getting tired wasn’t an option.

When he finally did show up, I emptied the entire magazine into his being... paramedics could not even find any vein or artery to resuscitate him...mehn, I did an awesome job. So ended the reign of FEAR in my life; you probably are wondering why I’m chatting about it – well, loads and tons of born-again, spirit-filled, tongue-speaking Christians are being tormented by irrational fear and they think what they need is deliverance to break free.

Not true... what you need is to use your magnum!

Do you have this guy as a friend too? You have a magnum, murder him. No one would charge you to court. And if you haven’t sunk your life in Christ, sorry you can’t commit this homicide... click on I CONFESS above and obtain your magnum.