"Open Declaration Of Spiritual Action"

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“Open Declaration Of Spiritual Actions”

“Hello, is that Mr. Cheriff?,”

“Yes”

“They rejected your application, they said there is no affidavit in it”

“But your coworker asked me to submit it that way”

“Our chief submitted it but area manager rejected it. He said that affidavit is needed”

“Then, I will bring it tomorrow”

“ Huumm…. Okay”

Cheriff Moi sat in the café opposite the general post office observing the flow of vehicles as they speed passed. He usually comes there to type his works since he don't have computer in his house. He has been blogging and writing short stories for almost a year now. Initially, his work used to be very bad, But now, it is somehow fairly good. To him, it’s improvement of highest order. He is into ‘teach yourself' for even sub standard lesson on writing cost dear let alone quality ones.

He was trying to know if he could publish the novel he had been working on in two months time, he had been working on the novel for months now. He had not paid full attention to the work simply because he was approaching the whole thing in his own way. Following those Gurus advice on the internet about publishing gives one hopes and chills at the same time. Traditional publishers were demanding thousands to publish the work and market it, yet he can self publish the work with kindle but the problem is marketing. He is not connected in person and in the net to do the work himself so, how is he going to recoup the money invested in the work. He is not all that sure if the work is wonderful one.

He is not deluded enough not to know that ‘client disease' exist and that most writers suffers from the virus including himself. He have written work in the past he believed were second to none only to be disappointed beyond measure when others saw it and commented. He was speechless and blind not to have seen all they pointed out. He equally like to see his work in hard cover to assuage his vanity.

The voice of the typist juggled him back to the present.

“Your handwriting is bad, I can't see what I am typing”

“Type whatever you see there, I will still do corrections later”

“You have to pay double amount for a page, I am using generator”

“ Continue typing first, maybe light will be restored soon”

“ just bringing your attention to it”

It was surprising to him at times that the woman always agree to type his works whenever he comes. Others would have as usual give him excuse to dismiss him due to the fear of those that believed that he stood between them and their destiny. They equally believed that he is the odd man out in the community of human race since nine years now. It’s never the other way round, nothing is wrong with them, he is the one with problems.

He has gotten use to their antics since year’s now even from his former base to this city he made his base early last year. Their attitudes towards him at times makes him to laugh. Most operate out of fear of those directly involved in the competition most don’t even know the rules and origins while others were angry with themselves for succumbing to the force for year’s now. They try whenever he is in their midst to justify the state they were in by directing their annoyance towards him. At times he pity them for he doesn’t know what they were passing through.

Those in the know as educated and enlightened as they claimed to be entered into agreement with intelligence that were high and meaner than them, they felt that Cheriff is useless and nonsense enough to be sacrificed to their master and then every other thing would silently fall into place as usual. The sacrifice and fallen into place seems to be taking longer time and the people wasn’t equipped for that stretch.

Spiritual attacks they inherited from their masters they over do unnecessarily thereby calling attentions to themselves and disturbing his health. Invading his privacy wasn't enough any more, changing duties in his house as if most of them being illiterate missed some certain professions that warrants changing duties like force, health etc. Most proudly announce to any sympathetic ear that they have duty so and so time at Cheriff's to the hearing of every body. They openly declares in physical what they do in spiritual. Such behaviours would reveal to you how deep their deterioration is. Booking masses for them even in Vatican, no one is sure if heaven will turn their attention to the prayers on their behalf in months if not years.

They attack spiritually to bring to pass an outcome they desired. Manipulating events spiritually in all their acclaimed goodness.

They are so arrogant and naïve that they have come to believe that they are more human than Cheriff, deserves special treatment that must not in any way extended to him.

He finished typing his works, entered cyclist and went to the store at the church compound where sacramentals were sold. He bought a heart shaped locket that has Christ and Mother Mary inside it and went home.

Whatever his tormentors believed in, those two inside the locket are the ones he Cheriff believed in. As for the lady that wants affidavits, he will visit their office tomorrow for formalities for as she sounded on the phone passed message across to him.