The Smokescreen

Every evening, he would sit in under a shade and blow his trumpet

His choice songs often melancholic and harrowing

Sometimes people sing along

Sometimes they just walk by

Sometimes he was just by himself

Drowning his horrors in the music

But always he will play

For one hour

A church close by noticed him

Can we help him?

What can we do to help?

He seemed like a Christian

His choice songs were hymns and choruses

Where does he live

Who is he?

Somebody volunteered to talk to him

It would be a pity for such a gift to waste

Every soul is our mandate

Can we get to meet you sir?

Oh! I am Mr. So and So

We can see you are a very talented musician, can we get to know you more?

He opened up

He had grown up in a particular denomination

He studied music in Church and Computer Science in School

He slept under the bridge

The interviewer spoke to the church

The church decided to help

We will give you a job

You will help train our choir

We will pay you so so amount every month

It was a very charitable offer

They even gave him a room in the church building

His dignity was rekindled

He was happy

His story was a curved ball

He was 42 years old

Married with two children

Things went downhill for him

His wife and children were with her parents

He was living off the street

Waiting for a breakthrough

The church got involved

The church went to meet his wife's parents

We have done so and so

We want this family reconciled

Her parents opened the book of remembrance

The story was only half right

He was adulterous, vulgar, ungodly

They described a devil

But this brother was a saint!

Angels sing with him!

Church leaders vouched for him

He has changed!

The family was reconciled

Glory be to God!

Weeks later, a sister came

'He tried to sleep with me'

Church leaders, 'What!'

He denied it

What sort of crime is 'Attempted sleeping with'

This is the devil

Trying to make you hate me!

Weeks later, A lady came to the church building

They had a fight

She stabbed him in the arm

Police got involved!

What happened?

He: When I was under the bridge I used to share space with her

Church: Were you sleeping with her?

He: We were intimate

So why did she stab you?

He: I went to her shop and asked one of her apprentices to help me buy some things from the market, the apprentice took too long

Lady: My apprentice went with him from 11.30am and returned to the shop by 4:30pm in a different gown

He slept with her!

Weeks later he was caught sleeping with one of the teenagers

The church said ENOUGH!

His wife cried and begged

People: 'The church is the house of God, why would the church be so wicked'

He was returned to the street

From the dust you came, to the dust you shall return

The End