D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND” (Part 1)

D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND”

…as cunny as a tortoise…

I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it was. As a matter of fact, the sound of the knock lit up my face with such a big smile. It’s Tara at the door. She had called me earlier in the morning to tell me she got saved. That was one of the greatest news I’d ever heard all my life because Tara was simply put—an impossible unbeliever—impossible to convert her…but all that is past now. The impossible had just been done. God just did it.
As I approached the door, I discovered my heart skipped beats like twice. A sudden coldness came over me—with some touch of anxiety and worry. But this is not the first time I will have that kind of feeling. I knew what it’s called as soon as I felt it. And more interestingly, I knew how to deal with it now. The feeling is G-U-I-L-T! And Pastor Creflo Dollar had thought me to starve my guilt to death not just by mere thinking about my justification, but by actually speaking convincingly from the Word of God about my justification and righteousness—the more reason he said I should be familiar with the Word of God. And thank God I’d just finished meditating on Rom 8:1 when the knock broke the silence in my apartment. So I opened my mouth and I spoke: Joe, you are no longer condemned…God has blessed you with a gift of righteousness—you never had to work for it—He just gave you! It’s a gift!…so approach that door with the confidence of a Son in the house of his father…alright? Yeah. Alright.
So I opened the door for Tara to come in. Now I’m sure you will want to wonder why I had that feeling at first. I will tell you.
I had a friend—my best friend actually. I call him Ray—from Raymond. I met Tara through Ray. But the pathetic thing about the whole story is the devilish role my so-called best friend played in my relationship with Tara.
It was a Saturday. We had been together in the room for the most part of the day. We were transferring files between our mobile phones—via Bluetooth! All of a sudden, a notification popped up on my phone. It read: accept file from MOG. Immediately I saw that, I knew it was not coming from Ray’s phone—his phone bears another name. Not MOG. So I told him of the alert and he said I should just click on accept and let’s just see what’s in the file. Obviously, one of the other blockmates must have been trying to send a file to someone else, but perhaps because our Bluetooth had been on, he mistook my phone for the person he wanted to send the file to. I explained thus to Ray and he seemed to understand. So I cancelled the notification; rejecting the alert.
Few seconds later, the same notification popped up again. Ray was becoming interested in this unfolding drama. He told me to accept the file and let’s just see what it’s all about. “A file coming from one M-O-G shouldn’t be a bad file to have on your phone”—Ray said. Of course, on campus, MOG simply means Man-of-God ceteris paribus. Giving it some more thought, I said to myself “what if it’s actually a virus?” Ray sharply responded “Ah ah…you are thinking too far…like you said, someone is simply mistaking your phone for another person’s phone! Accept this thing and let’s see!”
To cut the long story short, I accepted the file and it started downloading to my phone. 4 eyes were glued to the screen of my cell phone as we watch the file download bar move from 0% to 100%. Then this notification came up: “Download complete. Would you like to view the file now?” You can be sure of the option we went for…we chose to view the file immediately. And guess what was in the file? A very rough s*x clip. A p*rn*graphic clip!
Immediately I saw that, I clicked STOP and deleted the file. Good thing to do—right? But I noticed that my friend just switched to silent mode afterwards. He wasn’t as lively as he was before the Bluetooth drama came up. I couldn’t link it all up until he voiced out and spoke to me—he said “Joe, do you know that I respect you a lot?” “Why?”—I asked. “Because, if I were to be the one who got such a file on my phone, I wouldn’t have deleted it immediately…I would have saved it in my passworded memory card…” “So what will you do with it? It’s of no use keeping a video clip you can’t allow everybody that scans through your phone to see”—I said. I then went on to speak to Ray about the dangers of pornography and such stuffs. I sat him down and then spoke to him brother-to-brother. Afterwards, I opened the video-folder on my laptop and played him a message video preached by Pastor Jentezen Franklin titled “The Python Spirit”. The message which was a perfect blend of drama and revelations from God’s Word brought much light to practical issues that youths struggle with—ranging from worldly music to pornography and pre-marital sex and the likes.
I was beginning to sound like the “saint” here, not knowing what my friend—my so-called best friend—was planning for me.
I was only going to get to know in 7 days time!
So what did Ray do? How did Tara come in to this whole scene?
Watch out for the “MY BEST-FRIEND-DEVIL….Part 2”.

Ola Joseph Kolawole.




Where do I start it all from? This is kind of difficult. Perhaps because remembering the whole incident chagrins me…or because it also has a humourous dimension that is too amusing to put into words.
All I knew was that I was gaping at the whole room. I couldn’t fathom why I had to be in such a well decorated room. Definitely, I could say without mincing words that I’d never been in such a gathering before. But I was kinda feeling at home in the room. There were people all around—familiar and unfamiliar faces alike most of which were staring at me.
It appeared I’d been sleeping all day. And when I woke up, I apparently woke up to a brand new city. I was home alone. Dad and Mum had travelled to our hometown. I had been fast asleep when I heard the noise. It was actually the noise that woke me up. It sounded so much like rumours of war. But we live at the outskirt of the town. So the noise sounded like it was coming from the upcountry. I decided I was going to have a look at what was happening. I recently clocked 18 so I’m old enough to see such stuffs for my self—or am I not?
As I took the bend that veiled our street from the city gate, I could see thick smoke everywhere. Waaaaao, what could have happened? Could it be that there is war?
As I took some few more steps, I saw some friends coming from the midland. “Hello guys…have you any idea what’s going on there?” I asked with a puzzled look. “Yeah. The king just gave orders for that district to be burned down…we learnt some people killed some of his servants” said Joshua. “The king sent his servants to go and tell the people that the table was set for the wedding ceremony of his only son—Prince Yeshua—but the people will not turn up for the ceremony of the king!” Shadrach added. “Aaaaah! But that was too bad. Even if they would not attend, should they now kill the innocent servants? I mean…that’s unbecoming!” I exclaimed. “How I wish I could have such an awesome opportunity to be at the wedding…I’m sure it’s gonna be a big party!” I continued. Joshua then cuts in “don’t even mention that…I learnt the King killed the fattest cows of his herd and the wine for the party was imported…” “The people that gat the heads has gat no caps…those with the caps has gat no heads!” I concluded.
But just as we turned towards our houses, we were overtaken by this pale yellow bus. It is obviously one of the buses from the palace of the king. Lo and behold, three palace-servants came down and told us to enter. We were shocked at first. Is it that we’ve been wrongly implicated in the murder of the king’s servants or what? Seeing that we were obviously frightened at the sight of the servants, one of them said to us (I later got to know that his name is Nicolas) “Do not be afraid. We have come to take you to the King’s Son’s Wedding Party. The king had ordered us to go to the outskirts and gather everybody…as many as we can find…and bring them for the wedding feast!”
I couldn’t believe my ears. But before I could say “Jack”, I was already in the bus. My friends were put in another bus. The journey to the palace was so short. I wish I could still do some more sight-seeing through the windscreen of the bus—having a closer look at those burnt houses—eavesdropping at the comments and conversations of the passers-by…and all of that. But we were already in the palace.
That was how I found myself in this lavishly decorated hall. We were meant to stop over in a big room just outside the wedding hall to have a change of clothing. The king had made provision for this awesome royal raiment for every one that will attend the feast. Somehow, I skipped branching at the room…I headed straight for the wedding hall. Why? I really don’t know.
So here am I in a party—not just any party but the Prince’s Wedding Party! Absolutely Unbelievable! A voice said up stage “Hello friends and well-wishers…”—that was what first dazed me…that royalty now calls me (and every other person present) “friend”! What an honour! The voice continued “…the King will join you shortly and the feast and the ceremony will begin…please be seated…and enjoy your appetizer”. I laughed out loud uncontrollably saying to myself “they called this one appetizer? Then what will the main course be like?” I knew I was in for a very wonderful time. I readjusted my seat again. I drew the table closer and took another bite from the stuff in front of me. I don’t even know what name they call it—but whatever names it bears, it remains the most delicious stuff I’d ever taken in a very long time. (I never knew I had this glutton in me—but it is gradually unveiling itself). I really can’t wait for the main feast to begin. I stood up and looked around for my friends but they were no where to be found. But who cares anyway. Let them miss this enjoyment for all I care…what matters is that I’m seated glued to a table filled with all sorts of stuffs—delicious and appealing stuffs!—yet all of that is but just an appetizer!
In the mean time, little did I know that I had become the centre of attraction. All eyes were on me. What’s special about me? Or is there more to my being here than I had thought? I’d had a dream weeks earlier where I got married to a King’s daughter…I woke up just when I was about to lift the veil off the bride’s face and give her my supposed first kiss…So is it that my dream is about to come to pass? But I was told we are here for the prince’s wedding—not the princess’. But why is everybody looking at me and smiling once in a while? (I will soon get to know!)
Then entered the King’s entourage…then the Prince…then the King himself. Everybody stood to welcome them. There was also a great orchestra that added much beauty to the welcome. I stood as well. “Where’s the Prince’s wife?” I said to myself. But no sooner had I finished soliloquising than I saw the king coming closer and closer to where I was standing. But the look on his face wasn’t appealing at all. I began to fret. Then when he was nearer than a public distance from me, some great words bellowed from his lips. I didn’t catch them at first hearing. My brain had to process an echo for me to grasp the words. The King said to me “Friend…