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I shot the Bastard
Frank was a gentle man, he lived a private life. Everyone who knew him knew that he was a kind person and honestly he had regards for life. Frank will always pick an insect and throw it outside of the house instead of killing it but what led this gentle man to prison could happen to any one of us. It was his second appearance in the court with no Lawyer to defend him because he objected to contracting one.
“I will
defend myself in court” he told his brother.
All rise. Do you
swear to tell this court the truth and nothing but the truth?
I
agree to tell this court nothing but the truth he responded;
Your Lordship, it is a long sad story and even if you will find me guilty, please do permit enough time to tell the world the truth.I was married to my wife for three years and we were living happily but her inability to conceive which all medical examination showed no problem in her was her worries though it never bothered me because to me, we can adopt a child and go on with our lives.
I was there for my wife and made
her know that she worth more than a child to me. Then one day, her
friend took her to see Bernard. I never liked him the first day i saw
him, i knew that something was wrong with this man of God but each time i
try to make my wife understand my fear, she ignores me and i let go
because i wanted her to be happy. She continued visiting Bernard’s
church and at a time spends most of her time there though once in a
while especially on Sundays, i does attend service s at that church
because for me, a household of God is nothing but the temple of God.
I
strongly believed that in every gathering the presence of God will be
felt even if the minister, pastor or evangelist is a fake one. Just like
he told us in the Bible, “Beware for many will come in my name”.
Bernard preached only about money, “The more you give the more you
receive” was his slogan.
I stopped attending his services the day he asked every married man in the church to donate money according to the beauty of their wives.
Could you believe me your lordship, one gentle man donated 5bulks and he spotted him. Afterward, he summoned this gentle man to the altar and just like our Lord used the widow as a reference for giving the least, he began to talk about the man and his donation.
"Everyone of you here donated 50bulks and above but this brother standing here with me donated 5bulks and i wish to see his wife if she in the congregation."
His wife stood up and immediately Bernard saw her, he dished his hand into the basket and brought out 4bulks then handed it to the man. I quote him
“Take your change man, she worth less than what you gave”.
That very day was the day i counted him a fake man of God. I
warned Jenny to stop going to his church but she wouldn’t listen, we
quarreled over it. “He did the right thing baby, the woman is not good
looking, she is ugly and worth less than a bulk” was all i got from her
when i tried to let her understand that Bernard did the wrong thing.
A
time reached and she started attending regular night Virgil(s) in that
church and that was where my fear began and it arose my suspicion. I
knew that my wife was going to an extent worth worried for. I tried my
best to avoid this situation your Lordship but she wouldn’t listen.
On
several occasions if i call her over her cell phone while she is out on
this Virgil of a thing, she wouldn’t answer whereas we agreed that no
matter how serious or prayerful they might be, she would always attend
to my calls. I knew my wife and nothing would ever make her avoid taking
my call but this Virgil did and her attitudes changed from the moment
it all began.
Our family was on the verge of collapsing and i knew that i was losing her, my concern was aggravated when i saw her statement of account and found out that no penny was left in her bank account, she had given all her hard earned money to the church in her quest to conceive.
What kind of church will take all your money to pray for you?
What kind of a pastor will be so heartless to ask you to ignore your
husband and obey his words when the Lord himself said that a woman is
subjected to her husband? All these arose my worries so been a police
officer, i decided to visit this church on the night of the Virgil.
I drove to the church around 11pm that fateful day and to my surprise
there was no one in the church premises but as i was walking round the
compound, i heard some disturbing noise inside the church auditorium
though the doors were locked yet i managed to tactically get one opened,
your Lordship...
Yes go on the Judge replied;
I shot the Bastard
But i didn’t want to shoot my wife oh no oh
I shot the bastard
But
i didn’t aim at my wife oh no oh
Yeh because she was unable to
conceive
He took advantage of her
He deceived her with the name of
the most high
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the
killing of the rapist
For the life of a fake pastor
But i say
Oh
now, now, oh!
I shot the Bastard – the Bastard
But i swear it was
out of frustration
Oh, no! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh) Yeah!
I walked up to
the fake altar
And i saw Bernard banging my wife
I say i shot the
Bastard – oh Lord
And they say it is a capital
Yeh ooh ooh ooh
Bernard
was a fake pastor
I knew it from the first day i saw him
Every
time he preach
He preached not from the Bible
He had his own
words of manipulation
He had his own words of deception
And so
Hear
my plea
I shot the Bastard oh Lord
But i swear it was out of
Jealousy
He used my wife as a shed
I say i shot the Bastard
But
i swear it was out of frustration
Suspicion came my way one day
She
went there only for night virgil
And i drove straight to the church,
yeh
All of a sudden i saw fake Pastor Bernard
He tore all my
wife’s cloths
So i pulled out my service pistol
And i shot i
shot i shot him down and i say:
If i am guilty i will pay
I
shot the Bastard
But i didn’t want to shoot my wife
I shot the
Bastard, I did
But i didn’t aim at my wife
He used her as a shed
from my bullets ooo oh oh
Annoyance had got the better of me
And
what is to be must be
Every day for the fake pastors
One day for
the prudent man
One day for the frustrated husband
I say
I
–I- I I shot the Bastard
Lord i didn’t aim at my wife
I – I shot
the Bastard
But i didn’t aim my wife yeh No yeh!