24/03/2026
Should I patch my allegiance with taints?
Nooo
I have never held or felt the weight of a gun, but this American C**t M1911A1 black devil, 1.006kg. was making my tiny hand tremble as watery warmth filled my body.
'Did I come here to kill or get killed?, I murmured silently.
The latter instilled fear in me as I zombie-walked towards gate 3.
I am a lover of Hollywood's action movies, and I see and admire the way these deadly heroes carefully tuck these small killers in their belts at their backs. I carefully pushed it behind my trousers, easing my grip so carefully lest I distort anything airy around the trigger.
In these few seconds, I was the new Angeline Jolie.
My conscience, a combination of God's Spirit and the result of my search for this power-packed sanity, could not let me go, so I moved decisively to face this wanted-dead man in the sleek Mac.
'How are you, sir?, I saluted him.
He was in his late twenties, fare-faced, but looked more mature than a 50-year-old groomed scholar.
'My name is CvgPraysing. I am here to open the gate for you.
Would you please, as a matter of protocol, furnish me with your personal details?' I smilingly asked.
'My name is Joshua Mulangu.
Your boss is my father, and I am here to pay a visit since I heard that he is not feeling well.'
The young man spoke with a very humble tone that suggested humility and composure.
I almost fainted!
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Inside me, I sang; What a friend we have in Jesus....🎼🎼 as I tried to balance what I heard from this dude, with the ogre looks with my rich man, the pseudo-father.
I figured the face of our last born, our son.
The gatekeeper was watching us at a10 meter distance. I stole a glance at him, trying to conceal what I cannot describe as embarrassment or shock!
I carefully bent forward and whispered to the young man, behind the wheel, with a very humorous tone.
'Please, I am so sorry, my boss has said you go and come back next week.'
He looked at me with a slight disgust, reversed his Mac, took a three-turn swerve, and drove away.
'Should I run or walk back to this man?'
I asked myself loud enough to cause the Gateman to come running to me as in a bid to save me.
I composed myself, pulled the gun from my back, and walked to the old man.
'Ooo, sorry, sir, the man had already gone before I reached Gate One,' I spoke with caution as I extended my left hand that held the gun to him.
''Better,'' he retorted with some argonic relief as he shelved the gun under his wrinkled shirt.
Phuuuuuu... I breathed out as I sighed the relief of the year!
...O our sins and griefs to bear....🎼🎼 I ended my hymn.
I hardly noticed when he came back and signalled me to my seat.
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