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THERE is this pint-sized prophet who rose to fame in recent times by healing sick people who visited his church in this suburb situated on the foot of a mountain range.He started from humble beginnings with a ramshackle vehicle which he used to drive doing church errands.
As word spread about his healing powers, droves of people thronged his “shrine” for deliverance.
In no time his congregation grew by the day as people came running to seek divine intervention.
As his church grew so did his pockets. Months down the line he bought a new car.
A few days later he had a fleet. He soon opened an office in the CBD to cater for the growing numbers of congregants.
During those days he featured prominently in the media giving interviews of how he started his church basing on the self-acclaimed 40 days and 40 nights he spent praying and fasting to be where he is today.
Although some said he acquired black magic from this Nigerian sangoma who is notorious for giving charms to several “men of cloth”, our midget prophet was a household name for those in need of deliverance.
However, fame took the better of him and he subsequently diverted from the teachings he preached from his Bible.
He, in an instant, went after married women in his congregation who fell head over heel in love with him, abandoning their husbands for the cleric.
Blabber is reliably informed that the pint-sized prophet defied his small body frame in bed, playing the hide-the-sausage game with women thrice his size.
From bed he went straight to the pulpit and preached against promiscuity.
What a cheat!
As days progressed, church members read into his wicked acts and started to turn their backs on him.
As Blabber writes this disturbing piece, followers are abandoning this church in the same numbers they came, shaking their heads in disbelief.
They are at a loss for words to explain how a prophet they had entrusted with their faith for deliverance through Christ was now acting like a ragamuffin.
The “man of God” has turned into a rabid dog.
Just recently he ran over a pedestrian with his new car who subsequently died on the spot.
With his look-alike brother they race down the streets as if they are Formula One competitors.
Rumours about his wealth enhancing charms have gone gaga.
Only time will tell.
As promised earlier this year, Blabber is prepared to let out all skeletons in this man of the cloth’s cupboard.
Blabber’s hands are just full of his shenanigans and watch out for more juicy ones from our “Doinky” prophet.
Online Reporter