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  • Writer's pictureJoseph Ola
    • Jun 8, 2012
    • 5 min read

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


D Devil I Called “MY BEST FRIEND”




…as cunny as a tortoise…




MY “BEST-FRIEND-DEVIL” 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.



You and Oyekunle Dolapo like this.




Grace AdejuwonPastor kay!!!



Akingunsola Oluwatoyin Estheroga kola……….. hmmmmm



Daodu Oluwayinka DeborahGd to remember u are a darlin



Ola Joseph Kolawolethanks to you all…the part 2 is now out. hope you saw it?



Sola Klavier’Well done,..great literary artistry….good suspence as well…



Akintoye Bolu O U’ve got a good story better than d first. Thank you 4 standing up against d immoral vices in town .



Ola Joseph Kolawole ‎@ Sola: sir…really? @ Bolu: thanx Dear.



I like sharing wt pple how I got my inspiration per time. For this piece, the inspiration came from hearing a statement from Joyce Meyer. She was talking abt d devil being d accuser of d brethren. In her own words, she said: “D DEVIL WILL T…See more



Olalekan Oladejo pastor i dey feel ya





Akintoye Bolu OAv nt read or seen d concluding part of ds story.



Ola Joseph Kolawole‎@ bolu: Go to my wall…click on my notes, u’ll see all d notes i’d written, then select d part 2 of d story to read. How’re U doing?



Abisola ShabiCant wait dear





Osita EzeMay the good Lord grant u greater grace to impart lives beyond ur wildest imagination.May He open the doors of utterance,faith and greater ministry opportunities for u in JN.



Ola Joseph KolawoleAmen! Thanx Dad.




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