PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH

There are a million and one preachers around us. One wanting to correct your mode of dressing, another trying to cut your throat over your make up, and yet another that won't stop banging on your door to remind you that you talk wrongly or you act wrongly and should repent. While I salute these people because I tell you only a handful of people can summon the courage to preach to others, I still think a number of them need to shut their mouths up.
The other day, I joined a bus on my way to Enugu. Not long after the journey commenced, a lady beside me started the 'usual' prayers for journey mercies and repentance, which I do not mind partaking in. She took nearly 40minutes of journey time to remind us of how make-up, trouser wearing, fighting, quarrelling and jealousy among other 'sins' will take us all straight to hell. After the message and prayers, everyone got very sober and remained mute almost throughout the remaining part of the journey.

When we got to University of Nigeria Teaching Hospital (UNTH), Enugu, the sister started screaming "dropping dey o" meaning she wanted to alight. The driver probably didn't hear her in time so he sped past UNTH. This sister got so angry and honestly the curses she rained on the driver and everyone who tried to calm her down in the bus that day were really epic. It took alot of talking and pleading by fellow passengers to restrain her from 'beating' the driver. I just sat in my seat and watched her. The questions that kept going through my head were numerous. I mean, what happened to her sermons and holier than thou preachings? People really need to learn to practice what they preach. Its even biblical.
Friends, lets practice what we preach.
‪#‎JayTeeSays‬

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