Jesus Christ teaches: “Do not judge, or you too will be judged.” Matthew 7:1. Why then should anyone wish to become a judge? Please don’t get me wrong in case you recognize me. My father was one, and my late brother retired as a Justice of the Supreme Court in Nigeria. I’m in no way been disloyal to the family.

In my last year but one in the high school, —- that was about half a century ago—- we were given time to prepare for the end of year exam. The class was so noisy that the School Principal repeatedly came to quieten us. With the help of my half-fool rule and peanuts, I was flipping missiles across the class room. One boy decided that he had had enough. As he stepped on an empty seat in his attempt to get at me quickly, the School Principal once again showed his face through the door. Given the standard of discipline in those days, he was caught red-handed disturbing the class and was duly punished. But as everyone in the class that day knew, I, who started it all escaped punishment.

In my early teens, I came to realize that I always ended suffering more if I tried to retaliate. I was therefore forced to stop it. A big demonstration of this happened later in my life when my first wife opened up and confessed that she was not a human being, but a spirit who took on human form. That was the end of the marriage especially after recounting some of the havocs she had wreaked in my life. Definitely, she was not the type of wife I wanted to spend the rest days of my life with. I moved out, and left her everything in the home. In addition, I changed the registration and the insurance of my personal car to her name, changed all the tires to brand new before I gave it to her as a gift. My thinking was that though she deserved punishment, only the Almighty GOD could adequately recompense her. I did not intend to personally bring down her standard of living. Read the rest of this entry »

Jesus Christ teaches: “Do not judge, or you too will be judged.” Matthew 7:1. Why then should anyone wish to become a judge? Please don’t get me wrong in case you recognize me. My father was one, and my late brother retired as a Justice of the Supreme Court in Nigeria. I’m in no way been disloyal to the family.

In my last year but one in the high school, —- that was about half a century ago—- we were given time to prepare for the end of year exam. The class was so noisy that the School Principal repeatedly came to quieten us. With the help of my half-fool rule and peanuts, I was flipping missiles across the class room. One boy decided that he had had enough. As he stepped on an empty seat in his attempt to get at me quickly, the School Principal once again showed his face through the door. Given the standard of discipline in those days, he was caught red-handed disturbing the class and was duly punished. But as everyone in the class that day knew, I, who started it all escaped punishment.

In my early teens, I came to realize that I always ended suffering more if I tried to retaliate. I was therefore forced to stop it. A big demonstration of this happened later in my life when my first wife opened up and confessed that she was not a human being, but a spirit who took on human form. That was the end of the marriage especially after recounting some of the havocs she had wreaked in my life. Definitely, she was not the type of wife I wanted to spend the rest days of my life with. I moved out, and left her everything in the home. In addition, I changed the registration and the insurance of my personal car to her name, changed all the tires to brand new before I gave it to her as a gift. My thinking was that though she deserved punishment, only the Almighty GOD could adequately recompense her. I did not intend to personally bring down her standard of living.

Four years latter, one of her close associates wanted me to intervene in her marriage which, by their mutual agreement, was to terminate at the end of the third day. Her husband was a friend. As it turned out, she was right in her assumption that I could persuade her husband to give their marriage a second chance. She let on that my ex, wielding spiritual powers, cast accident-spell on my new car. In spite of her powers, it was she that had the accident. The car I gave her did not perform well with her, and she decided to sell it. The man introduced as the buyer, ran away with the car. If the police had caught him, he would have been charged for car theft. On the contrary, I thought the LORD GOD wanted him to have the car. The point I’m making is that, even with the best of intentions, dispensing justice is very dicey. Read the rest of this entry »