True Story....

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Today marks 4 years since Worshippers at a pentecostal church in Nairobi’s Umoja Estate sustained minor injuries after
A naughty 15- year old boy caused a stampede and Faithfuls bolted out of the church, falling over each other
when the Little Devil scared them to death.

It all began after worshippers closed their eyes and began chorusing a prayer before the sermon began.
The boy tiptoed and picked up the extra Microphone at the lectern before hiding behind two Loudspeakers.
Out of nowhere, the Faithfuls heard a booming voice with devilish sounds rasping through the church Loudspeakers,
saying they were now in hell and the voice belonged to the Devil Himself.

After a Loud silence rented the air, the ‘devil’ ordered all those who truly believed in God to raise their hands,
to which none did. Instead, everyone was looking at each other with fear written all over their faces.

The ‘devil’ then announced that everyone sits down on the floor waiting for further instructions.
As the scared congregation shook and wet their pants, the Pastor bolted out of the church at maximum speed before they followed suit.

The sudden rush accompanied by ‘shetani ashindwe’ shouts created a fine mess, making some of the
faithful think it was the much-talked-about biblical end time.

It was the sight of elders jogging away, women and children wailing for help with other worshippers
begging for mercy from the ‘devil’ that tickled the offending boy, making him laugh uncontrollably.
It was then that the church technicians realized they were being played.

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Hehehe…just learnt a new word.
Lectern.
But seriously kwani Huyo mtoto alikuwa na sauti ya Bass aje ndio waamini??

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Na imagine mbazita na masuti zake colorful bolting out of the church at maximum speed akikemea saitan na wamama wanono wakimfuata hunyo hunyo wakisema dunia inaisha.

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Whenever someone tells me they are saved, I automatically keep you in my sight always, I’ve read plenty of the bible to root for the devil.

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…and what makes you think shetani ako na bass?

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I agree with you totally. I don’t trust any saved weirdo. Most religious fanatics have a dark past in the closet. Bure kabisa. Ngombe ici

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Ukisoma bible na ufanye observation ya everyday life utagundua there is no compelling reason to get saved.

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They hide under the cloak of piety, not quite realizing how soaked in blood the cloak is. I grew out of the church years ago, but due to society and man not being an island and all, I am forced to play the mummers charade.
Developing critical listening skills is a merit for unbridled peace of mind.

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Not unless you wish to sheer off the wool from the flock, but even that will taint your soul.
It’s little wonder that mens numero uno predators; women, flock there like a parliament of crows.
Thank Lucifer for the red pill

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If i ever meet that boy, I will give him a medal for exposing the so called believers hypocrisy.

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The same thing that makes us all think that Jesus was white.
Movies

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Prank zingine hazikuwangi poa.
Huko Ocha kakijana Ka Grade 5 kalikimbia Kwa Staffroom kakiShout Xyz ameanguka Kwa Choo.
It’s those public primary schools where the choos are Pit latrines na ziko like 100 metres away from the other main buildings.Everyone panicked, kids were crying allover wakiShout n running, and wanaKijiji wakaitwa wakabomoa Choo. No one could be found.
By the time waEstablish that the Xyz was sick that day n that’s why he didn’t come to School,villagers were frantically digging thru Shit.
Kuulizwa mwenzake alianguka wakiwa wanafanya nini, akasema “Naswaa!”. Na kanakimbia :D.

Pia wewe jijazie what happened to that boy when they caught up with him.

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:D:D:D it is such types of kipiis that make men discover tools like burdizzos, pliers, and other tools for torture. Gīkī nī kūhūra ta mbosho without any apologies.

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:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Ati frantically digging through juvenile shit…
Ati naswaaa…
:D:D

Wakiristu jamani. Juzi msee amebondwa na nduthi , badala wamuweke kwa gari afikishwe zahanati ya matibabu, manugu walianza kukemea kifo na shetani kwanza. Chap was bleeding his head off and convulsing but stupidity ,thoughts and prayers took over. I had to give his acquaintances money for a cab ride to the hospital lest the guy died and yahweh didn’t come through

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:D:D:D:D:D

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Hiyo story ya o.p si for real.

Kama tuko seco in the comp lab…comps were back to back with students facing each other from opposite sides…tulikuwa tuna unplug keyboard ya msee una plug in key board yako then you type sumthing dumb like ‘I am the Lord Almighty i have heard your prayers…kneel and proclaim My name my dear child’…kuna siku a new student alifanyiwa hivyo…guess what he did?..ali proclaim His name so hard mpaka machozi ilikuwa inamtoka kwa macho.

Tulirarua mbaya…mbaya mbaya mbaya sana.

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[SIZE=7]Killeen man sentenced after sexually assaulting ex-girlfriend who was dropping off resume she printed for him[/SIZE]
Story by Angela Bonilla • 47m ago
KILLEEN, Texas ([B]KWTX[/B])

- A Killeen man has been sentenced following being found guilty of raping his ex-girlfriend.

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Anthony Garcia, 26,© Provided by Waco-Temple-Bryan KWTX-TV

Anthony Garcia, 26, was sentenced to seven years after he entered a plea of “no contest” on Aug. 1 to a second-degree felony charge of sexual assault, per the Killeen Daily Herald.
An affidavit obtained by KWTX reveals that on Oct. 31, 2020, a Killeen police officer received a call from the victim who claimed she was sexually assaulted by her ex-boyfriend, Garcia.
The couple broke up and were no longer living together when Garcia called her asking if she would print his resume for him since he did not have a printer and bring it to his residence, the affidavit states. The woman agreed to drop it off.

According to the affidavit, the victim went to Garcia’s place where he told her he had lost his job and asked if she would lay with him in bed to help him calm down. o_O:rolleyes::rolleyes:
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“Garcia asked her to have sexual intercourse with him ‘one last time’ but she told him no because that’s not why she came here.

She said Garcia persisted with his request, even though she kept on saying no and resisting,” said the affidavit.
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Garcia would then restrain the victim, undressed her, and sexually assaulted her, the affidavit states.

Following the rape, the victim would call her father and tell him what happened. She also went to the hospital to get a “SANE exam at which biological samples were taken from her body.”

Officers would send it to the lab where it was found to have an unknown person’s DNA.

Detectives were able to obtain a search warrant and get DNA from Garcia which matched the DNA taken from the victim’s body.

Garcia is currently being held at the Bell County Jail.

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I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again.

Since this was going to be the last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead,
I put the car in park and walked up to the door, and knocked…

‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

[B]After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

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The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
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‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness.
‘It’s nothing’, I told her… ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
'Oh, you’re such a good boy,’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked,
‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly…
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. 'I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.’

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice… ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.
She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds.
She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.
They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.
The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said.
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand and then walked into the dim morning light…
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life…

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought.
For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~
BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

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