Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

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Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

”In the name of Jesus, any hand that is involved in robbing my son will know no peace for the rest of his life!” A loud echo of amen swept through the whole room.

“For stealing his properties, may they have all there individual destinies stolen!”

My amen was the loudest. My laptop and my phone had meant a great deal to me.

“Abba father! You promised me that no evil man shall lay a hand on these innocent, precious children you gave to me and therefore for laying a hand on my son, descend on the enemy’s camp with your mighty hand and beat the devil out of their various lives in Jesus name!”
My amen was low and I turned to Willie who was kneeling beside me and throwing out Amens like punches.

“Did you tell them that I was beaten?” I asked him in whispers. He turned to me, eyed me and continued the Amen chants. My mom kept up with the curses until she had made a mess of the robbers lives with her prayers then we sang praises and made the final sign of the cross.

“Dad, Mom, as in they cleared everything,” Willie continued and I kept nodding as back up. My mom crossed her hand over her chest and kept repeating her chants of “ewoo!”.

“The television, the laptop, his phone even his clothes,” Willie said again and my father coughed, dropping his paper on the side stool. He removed his spectacles and stared at me.

“You have a television?” he asked after a staring match between us. Amara scoffed, my mother turned to him with disbelief all over her face. I turned to Willie with that “Shey you have seen what you have caused?” look on my face. Then my mother came to my rescue.