THE CHURCH OFFERING BOX WAS STOLEN FROM THE THIEF

There were plenty of sad faces feigning happiness, focused eyes impersonating absent minds as the preacher preached on. And when the offering hour arrived, the legs danced grudgingly as they approach the box to drop anything called Naira they had on them.

"If you remain any money in your pocket you are cursed! And you will rot in hell. Drop all you have as an offering to the Lord" the preacher had exclaimed after blessing their wallets. The members were forced to drop all they had on them, as it is written "The Fear of the preacher's curse is the beginning of day-light robbery".

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Ochuko's stomach rumbles and he would steal again. He cajoled Ozioma to join him in his quest to quench hunger the usual way, "Guy, see this church window dey open, make we branch check if anything dey useful" Ochuko said as he jumped through the opened window, Ozioma followed him.  
"Chisos! See sontin!" Ozioma exclaimed pointing to a box full of money". "O boy eh! We don hammer!" Ochuko said as he hurried towards the box and emptied it, leaving only a one thousand naira note lying naked on the church floor.

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"This church members never cease to surprise me..... Money full box sotey person drop one-k for ground as space no dey inside box again" the preacher said amidst wicked laughter, dancing with his hips swaying in oscillatory motion. He moved forward and opened the box only to realise it was empty. The redness of his eyes could tell he was about to collapse, but he decided to wait and confirm well if what he saw was true. He cleaned his face with his palm in disbelief as he breathed heavily, about to cry. "I don die! Eeehh!" As he exclaimed on, a church rat picked the one thousand naira note on the floor and vanished.

He looked to the ground to console himself with the naira note he earlier saw on the ground, mumbling these words "at all at all na im be winsh", but again, his eyes met the absence of the naira note.

His maxillas parted in disagreement. With his vision blurred,  legs trembling,  heartbeats deprived of harmony. He collapsed.

The Church offering box was stolen from the thief...

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