| Heavens1stson: 9:53am On Mar 08 |
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Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.
He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.
Okupe fell to his knees before him.
"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."
Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:
The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.
Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.
"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"
Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.
Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.
"Look at my teeth, Okupe."
Okupe looked.
"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"
Okupe's mouth went dry. He ed the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.
"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.
Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"
Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."
"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"
The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.
Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."
Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."
Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."
Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"
Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."
Then, he was gone.
And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.
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| Mariangeles(f): 10:02am On Mar 08 |
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I have so many questions to ask about this your write-up, but did Okupe really liken Tinubu to Jesus Christ?
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| Ojuntana: 10:11am On Mar 08 |
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This is funny as hell
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| Brandosky: 10:16am On Mar 08 |
Heavens1stson:
Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.
He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.
Okupe fell to his knees before him.
"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."
Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:
The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.
Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.
"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"
Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.
Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.
"Look at my teeth, Okupe."
Okupe looked.
"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"
Okupe's mouth went dry. He ed the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.
"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.
Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"
Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."
"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"
The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.
Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."
Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."
Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."
Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"
Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."
Then, he was gone.
And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.
Very hilkarious
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| Afonjeezy(f): 10:19am On Mar 08 |
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Tinubu likely silenced him after using him
Betrayers are never accepted by the party they betrayed for.
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| simpleseyi: 10:21am On Mar 08 |
Afonjeezy:
Tinubu likely silenced him after using him
Betrayers are never accepted by the party they betrayed for.
Cry well well
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| Afonjeezy(f): 10:35am On Mar 08 |
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| OneCandleAway(f): 10:40am On Mar 08 |
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Beautiful piece @OP.
Deserves front page.
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| Mindlog: 10:46am On Mar 08 |
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😂😂😂😂
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| NdiLucifer: 11:20am On Mar 08 |
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| kmst: 11:41am On Mar 08 |
I wish it was funny but after reading it to the end I couldn't laugh again
But who do we blame the Op or the one who left a questionable legacy
Ojuntana:
This is funny as hell
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| EarlierDawn: 12:25pm On Mar 08 |
kmst:
I wish it was funny but after reading it to the end I couldn't laugh again
But who do we blame the Op or the one who left a questionable legacy
In all we do, we should never leave behind a questionable legacy. But that guy went too far by likening Tinubu to Jesus. That was sycophancy taken too far, tbh.
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| EarlierDawn: 12:27pm On Mar 08 |
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Tinubu should be liken to Pharoah, not Jesus Christ. Such a blasphemy!
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| Boomdoom: 1:08pm On Mar 08 |
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Lol
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| AdolfHitlerxXx: 1:37pm On Mar 08 |
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One picture explains everything
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| AdolfHitlerxXx: 1:37pm On Mar 08 |
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Ok
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| Oghighirhighi: 2:02pm On Mar 08 |
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I'm sure his big fat stomach will be the ist to burst in the inferno.
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| Musty112: 2:40pm On Mar 08 |
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"Abandoned divinity to die for mankind" this reasoning dy always dy muzz me. Anyways, Ihdina Siratal Mustaqim
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| ZombieDredd: 3:16pm On Mar 08 |
Mariangeles:
I have so many questions to ask about this your write-up, but did Okupe really liken Tinubu to Jesus Christ?
Are you a nigerian?
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| ZombieDredd: 3:19pm On Mar 08 |
Heavens1stson:
Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.
He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.
Okupe fell to his knees before him.
"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."
Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:
The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.
Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.
"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"
Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.
Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.
"Look at my teeth, Okupe."
Okupe looked.
"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"
Okupe's mouth went dry. He ed the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.
"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.
Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"
Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."
"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"
The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.
Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."
Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."
Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."
Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"
Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."
Then, he was gone.
And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.
I can imagine azazel and his smirk
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| OKOATA(m): 3:56pm On Mar 08 |
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| Dalohad: 4:01pm On Mar 08 |
AdolfHitlerxXx:
One picture explains everything
The OP is a good writer of the piece of comedic reliefs and satires.
You, your brains don empty finish like Agbero own, na to dey post dry pictures upandan you dey. Mugu. 
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| AdolfHitlerxXx: 4:07pm On Mar 08 |
Dalohad:
Dalohad to his useless h0m0 father:
The OP is a good writer of the piece of comedic reliefs and satire.
You, your brains don empty finish like Agbero own, na to dey post dry pictures upandan you dey. Mugu.
I agree with you. The guy is a mugu agbero. His son isn't any better
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| Dalohad: 4:11pm On Mar 08 |
AdolfHitlerxXx:
I agree with you. The guy is a mugu agbero. His son isn't any better
Ball-scratching, pea-brained Agbadorian illiterate.
Mugu..
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| OKOATA(m): 4:13pm On Mar 08 |
ZombieDredd:
I can imagine azazel and his smirk
Learn to just comment without quoting a long post. What's the point quoting an already made post inside the same article.
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| loffyloffy: 4:18pm On Mar 08 |
Afonjeezy:
Tinubu likely silenced him after using him
Betrayers are never accepted by the party they betrayed for.
May you find people around you who will treat you the same way you treat Tinubu
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| AdolfHitlerxXx: 4:35pm On Mar 08 |
Dalohad:
Dalohad to his useless h0mosexual father.
Ball-scratching, pea-brained Agbadorian illiterate.
Mugu..
I agree again
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| LazyNGyouth: 6:51pm On Mar 08 |
OneCandleAway:
Beautiful piece @OP.
Deserves front page.
Lol, front page ke. You want make Okupe family read the comic bashing amid mourning?
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| OneCandleAway(f): 7:13pm On Mar 08 |
LazyNGyouth:
Lol, front page ke. You want make Okupe family read the comic bashing amid mourning?
Yes, it might touch the hearts of other thieving politicians. To see how they will be ed when they die. Though I know these African breed are stone hearted.
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| LazyNGyouth: 7:54pm On Mar 08 |
OneCandleAway:
Yes, it might touch the hearts of other thieving politicians. To see how they will be ed when they die. Though I know these African breed are stone hearted.
You made a point
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| Jokerman(m): 8:13pm On Mar 08 |
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| OMBIIGA: 9:45pm On Mar 08 |
Heavens1stson:
Doyin Okupe took his last breath, and at that very moment, his spirit wrenched itself free from his mortal shell. He felt weightless, yet burdened. He rose above his lifeless body, gazing down at the husk he once inhabited. Then, a force, unseen, swept him into the great beyond.
He soared through a corridor of blinding light, his soul trembling as he approached the Silver City. The city shimmered like molten stars, its walls made of celestial glass that reflected eternity itself. Rivers of liquid silver flowed beneath golden bridges, and the sky above was neither day nor night. It was something else entirely, a realm untouched by time. At its center stood the Throne of Judgment, a seat so pure it seemed woven from light itself. And there, upon the throne, sat Jesus Christ.
Okupe fell to his knees before him.
"Doyin Okupe," Jesus' voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the Silver City. "You have arrived for judgment. Let us examine your works."
Okupe's past unfurled before him. His time as a mouthpiece for the powerful, his defenses of injustice, his feasts at the table of oppressors while the masses he claimed to serve starved. And then, like a dagger to the heavens, his greatest sin appeared:
The day he likened Tinubu to Jesus Christ.
Jesus' eyes darkened. The temperature in the city dropped, and a holy silence filled the air. The angels, who had been singing praises, stopped. Even Gabriel turned his gaze away.
"You likened Tinubu to me?" Jesus' voice carried the weight of divine fury. "The same Tinubu who unleashed suffering upon my people? The same Tinubu whose reign led some to take their own lives, forsaking the destinies I ordained for them?"
Okupe trembled. His lips quivered, but he could not speak.
Jesus leaned forward. His dazzling white robe swayed, and for the first time, he revealed his teeth - brighter than the whitest snow, untouched by the stains of iniquity.
"Look at my teeth, Okupe."
Okupe looked.
"Now tell me, are Tinubu's teeth even close?"
Okupe's mouth went dry. He ed the set of brown, weary, battle-hardened teeth he had seen on Tinubu during campaign speeches. He dared not lie before the King of Kings.
"N-no, my Lord," Okupe stammered.
Jesus' voice thundered again. "Has Reno Omokri ever called me a drug lord?"
Okupe's spirit shrank. "No, my Lord."
"Then why, Okupe? Why the wicked comparison? I abandoned my divinity to suffer and die for mankind. What did Tinubu abandon? His bags of agbado?"
The angels gasped. Even Azazel, the chief tormentor of the damned, smirked from the shadows.
Okupe clutched his agbado sacks tightly. He thought perhaps he could plead for mercy, bargain with the Lord himself. "I...I am sorry, Lord! I was deceived! I..."
Jesus raised a hand, silencing him instantly. "No need for apologies, Okupe. Your reward is already in your hands." He gestured to the sacks of corn Okupe carried, each one a symbol of his earthly loyalty. "Tinubu has paid you in full."
Jesus then turned to Azazel. "Take him to the place where the fire never dies."
Okupe gasped. "No, Lord! Mercy!"
Jesus’ face remained unmoved. "There, there is enough fire to roast the corn. Perhaps it will remind you of the price of false worship."
Then, he was gone.
And in the Silver City, the angels resumed their songs. Justice had been served.
Literary prowess at it's best!! Op I wish if you could direct your energy to the right path.
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