Prophet ‘One’ kept preaching while the trotro moved to Accra. I called out to him: “Papa Prophet, can you kindly tone it …..” Before I could finish my carefully rehearsed speech, the prophet choked on the words, “Did I hear you say tone it down”. I gasped and nodded concurrently as if I didn’t understand English. From the silence I felt all around me, it finally dawned on me I was all alone in this fight.
He continued, “Boys of today, when you are preaching, that’s the time they’ll fix their earpiece to listen to useless music. When they’re done, they will ask you to tone down. Devils!” Now, all eyes were on me as I sat sweating, speechless and nervous. I had finally met my meeter in a trotro surrounded by beautiful ladies. Yawa kwraaaa.
Realizing my lyrics had failed me for the first time, I confidently plugged my earpiece into my ears. I raised the collar of my shirt to create the impression I couldn’t be bothered. While pretending to be tough, I couldn’t wait to alight or for him to bring the sermon to an end. Luckily, the latter happened quickly as if the guy could read minds. I couldn’t be bothered though; at least my wish for a quiet atmosphere was happening shortly.
The prophet (I don’t recall how he introduced himself) asked for an offering from all commuters who felt touched. I quickly took GHS 10 out of my pocket and gave it to him. The man watched the money with amusement. He giggled to make it seem like he’d been kidding and suddenly wanted to lighten the mood in the vehicle. I still remained quiet in my seat knowing fairly well my fat offering had taken him by surprise.
A little while, the prophet said: “Boss, take my number and call me later tonight. The Lord has a message for you”. I took the number and told the mate I’ll be alighting at the next stop. Prophet One’s face fell rough.
As for calling him, it’s a complete no no. I have passed the stage where men tell me what God said just because I was coerced to give an offering.
On a lighter note, this prophet revealed so many soft spots I never knew I had. I could never have imagined my eloquent self been speechless or extremely polite when I had every good reason not to be. A-S-E-M.
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Ghanaian Prophet Stories
