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THE DISCIPLINERIAN

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JOY SUN


DEDICATION

To the King Most Holy. To Gervorly, Emory, Gedina and Ginini, my best. Without you I wouldn't write this book and without me, you wouldn't have had it complete.


CONTENTS

1. EVERYBODY TEACHES: THE COBRA STATE
2. SCHOOL XZ AND MR AND MRS XZ
3. MRS PHILLIPS OR "THE PHILLIPIAN JAILOR"
4. MRS SICFENSER AND "DESTROY THE CHILDREN CAMPAIGN" (DTCC)
5. MRS GBIE AND SHIFTING CULTIVATION
6. THE FROG HEADED MATHS TEACHER
7. "THE GREAT ONE" AND MR ROBERTS
8. "THE POOH MASTER"
9. J.S.S. III
10. HOW TO GO TO AMERICA


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Times were bad. Seven years earlier, I had lost a major job that paid me over $600 in a month, where I worked everyday in an AC office, ate chicken like I wanted, but where my dreams to be in America where not still fulfilled. I returned to the Cobra State since long after then. Now, seven years had passed. Someone suggested I start small. In the Cobra State, there were "no jobs" as 666 policists and 666 governments were in place. If you want to know what I mean, here is it: "666 policists" and government can come up in any place at any time when the wrong person or people are involved in resource control. At this point, they owned the jobs, the banking sector, the schools - private and public and virtually everything, and decided who they took, not based on qualification but because one bought their corns and became 666 policists themselves. One day, in the Cobra State, a young man I had known, whose father worked for an oil firm and had graduated from school Suma cum laude told me this: His father had expected that as a staff in an oil firm, his son would also be accepted there. Well, he asked his son to go drop his CV with an oil firm. When the young man got there, he dropped the CV and was about to leave. Then, he noticed someone was giving him a sign with his arm which he could not understand. Finally, the person sat him down and told him straight to his face: "if you need a job, you've got to belong to my cult." It wasn't a bad thing. The word "cult" sends ignorant people panting. After all, there were, have been and are good and bad cults everywhere. What actually, did the man mean which made the boy smell a rat? Fraternity or Cultism is all about managing information and can be done either by bad people or good people, which ever way. But what ignorant people don't know about the word "cult" is that it describes the bad cults or just a set of wizards and witches who operate physically in the cover to carry out Wickedness.

My friend knew exactly what that damned General Manager meant and left for his life: 666 policists were now in charge of the Cobra State. And according to 666 policy, you have to be a wizard or witch to get and hold a job. Wise people, whenever 666 policists took over the government of the Cobra State would decide not to work, or rather die, or go hold the gates of embassies of foreign countries and shout till they got a Visa, if at all they did, and flee to other States. Wild head professors would jump out of schools and go live in other lands. Even a job at this time as simple as sweeping the floor, were only given to fellow 666 policists. Any wise person with a good certificate would say "Damn the job, even if it comes in a golden plate with golden meats!"

Since those with long legs had jumped out of the Cobra State, it was people like us who could not afford a visa or even pay for a passport, or had an uncle, aunt or relation abroad, who had to stay to face the music: the 666 policy. But how would you pay the bills?
Back then in the Cobra State, the greatest blood shedders had the greatest jobs, followed by the greater blood shedders, then the great blood shedders, and so on, meaning that now, jobs, and oppulence came by the number of heads we could count.
It might surprise you that even little children knew about this. The Cobra State policy usually left witches and wizards crying and wishing and working hard day and night for an over throw of a good government whenever the 666 policists were thrown out. How true then that the resourceful is under the mercy of the resource controller. Now, the 666 policists had taken over the government and businesses even to the tinniest lock-up store or even a bar.

The government schools were even most dreaded by politicians who would swear under their nose and renounce renovating them, because they were witchcraft centers, but even the modern ones had now become dead traps. In the Cobra State, just like churches in Calageria, there were Schools scattered about like little stoned on Athens. These were the only jobs available to anyone, and even at that, one needed to be a witch or wizard to get the job. If you could fight war and not budge, you could have the job for a while, then be permanently on your toes till you were shown the way out if you were not a witch or wizard. These jobs paid modest rate of only $20, no matter one's effort, die or rise. It did not matter the number of students or pupils the schools had, the school owners just paid that. And like they'd say "if you didn't like that, then you could go sit in the dark and cry, because half bread is better than none." I wanted full bread with a butter lace, an egg in-between and a doughnut.


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I had taught in the local university before and because I do not teach for money, I did not want teaching. I just wanted to see how to publish my books abroad and have rest since the 666 policists of Cobra State would never need them. But there was no money. How could I pay the bills? Even I dreaded the thought of working for 666 policists. But people around me advised that I started something small. Finally, I filed an application to a school at the Termuts valley called School XZ owned by one Mr. and Mrs XZ who were 666 policists. It was one of the finest beauty trash I have ever seen. Mr. XZ who was a branded Bishop accepted me, but decided to have a conversation with me the following day. As we talked, he spoke of his previous ordeal in life and how he had arrived at his present glory, then added a statement I alone could understand: I "could also have all these things without paying for them." I laughed and walked away.

XZ International Schools was not a big school and I liked it because I could have that deft touch I had always wanted to have with my students. They were not many but paid exorbitant fees and I wanted to impact on them - only heaven knows if I did. Their names in all the classes included the following blessed lives:

Peter Marvins
Otto Baspire
Escor Jacobs
Favor Combheaven
Lee Glad waters
Lilian Goldfield
Henry Coast
Arnold Westword
Monica Hire
Roebling Money
Coloumb Bales
Linda Muchbread
Barrack Banners
Navy Bray
Berry Little
Micah Whitewaters
Creeze Barrows
Felicia Whiteman
Ella Lighttower
Aaron Bookmaker
Silicia Barrows
Morris Goodyear
Chest Aaron
Heaven Teamheaven
Gettys Aaron
Dean Helpheaven
Zoro Teaman
Phillip Famous
Gold Teaman
Winter Mighty
Gary Butterworld
Gary Helpsave
Allan Wisefellow
Martha Sinsolver
Sasha Lambsend
Linda Bluehay
Cecilia Well
Harriet Fairman
Ella Bluecherry
Rita Speakorange
Eliza Smile
Alexander Fullhouse
Azeezat Demian
Czar Firststar
Joseph Knorr
Newman Guard
Anita Run
Rickner Opendoors
Arthur Rivers
Ray Flame
Reiler Church
Anthony Osborne
Fisher Power
George Race
Shepherd Word
Edgerly Field butter
Agnes Might
Anita Paymaster and
Lordess Gentle.

Creeze Barrows and Silicia Barrows were brother and Sister, Gettys Aaron were two brothers, and Zoro Teaman and Gold Teaman were brothers.

The teachers were not many. They included the following:

Mrs. Phillips, the head teacher, whom the children also called "The Phillipian Jailor" because of her rude lifestyle,
Mrs. Sicfenser
Mrs. Gbie
Mr. Garracks or "the great one"
Mr. Nyau, the maths teacher whom the Children also called "Mr. Wickedness"
Mr. Roberts, and
Myself.

Mr. XZ was building an empire of schools at nearly fifty years of age and had told me to come praise God with him about his achievement. Mrs. XZ was such a religious piety you could swear on her behalf. She never wore trousers or used make-up. The union of Mr. and Mrs. XZ were "blessed" with five children: Gani, Ebuaks, Safo, Dorongoyo, Timon and Fufule.

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On the day I resumed, a little lady walked near whom Mrs. XZ had introduced to me as her head teacher. Her name was Mrs. Phillips. We greeted.
I was given a sample teaching test with a class on my subject. I was teaching the students when Ebuaks, XZ's second son, a university undergraduate walked in and challenged my definition of matter. He accepted, rather, the definition of the mole. I had to convince the little soul he could take me to court, but I was right. I was still speaking, when as her greatest hobby, Mrs. Phillips shockingly came in and announced "time up". I was later informed by Mr. and Mrs. XZ that they loved the way I taught and that I would be accepted.
The following day, I had to examine the terrain and just knew that everything was obviously wrong.
Mrs. Phillips whom the children called "The Phillipian Jailor" was yet to be known by me. She walked into my class, and in my very eyes, told girls and boys to stand on their desks, while she walked round raping them spiritually. I was angry because I knew and saw what she was doing. She usually did it on the pretext the children did not obey her instructions or forgot to submit their assignments. She was the disciplinerian. Usually, she would lock the children's minds spiritually, then give instructions to empty brains. The children this way, would forget completely and would not do their assignments and she would then be justified to beat them as she wished. Why did she beat them in the first place? She beat often and regularly as if teaching were all about beating. Well, she had some gains: beating was a witchcraft recruitment exercise. As I usually saw with my "blue eyes", she beat heavy demons into the children which were large, black loads, one of which, sometimes were as large as the size of a house and thick and heavier than ninety carmels could carry. She put in several of these demons into the children in a stroke. The result was always sickness or simply - recruitment into witchcraft. Most times, I intervened by casting out these demonic loads from those children, which made us become enemies, though she still dared to smile.
Mrs. Phillips transmitted fear everytime every where in school XZ. Children would nearly collapse if they did not do their assignments. A child might want to die physically or hang if she offended another child and she haunted her she would report to Mrs. Phillips. She taught exceptionally well but usually locked the children's minds whenever she gave a test, so there would be mass failure, so she could beat them, and load into them heavy black loads of demons. By the way, Mrs. Phillip's ambition was to become a professor in the University Mr. and Mrs. XZ were planning to build soon: I would freeze that ambition to dead. She taught Literature well, and I usually enjoyed sitting down on my sit as Class teacher of JSS III to listen to her novel readings. All the novels prescribed for the children's exams were all "666 books" written by "666 authors" and were all geared at recruiting children in all schools in the Cobra State into witchcraft. One of the Novels was "How you might be raped", another "Killing tactics". Only one of those novels, a foreign one was not a "666 policists" novel: it had been my favorite many years earlier: it was the Treasure Island.
Since I had great knowledge of the novel, The treasure Island, I always sat back to listen to, every time the novel reading went on. As the students read once, she ended up calling herself "Captain Flint" who owned the treasure and compared his Wickedness to her own. Then, she dropped a horror spirit in them and walked away, then sent one of the children to remind others that she'd give a test instantly. The Children began to cry because according to them, they were not ready. I had to shout out and warn them. "By the way, who is the class teacher of JSS III?", I asked. "You, Sir", the Children replied. "So, why are you afraid of the ghost of Captain Flint?", I requested. Then I added "From today, anyone who takes a case from my class to Mrs. Phillips for judgment will have it red hot with me." The Children were calm for a while, but she had bought their minds. They were seriously petrified. No wonder the holy writ says "fear has torments", which is why the Caldonian Schools board finally barnished beating in schools in the Cobra State.
Mrs. Phillips had another way of transmitting demons into the Children. She either hit their heads on walls or asked them to do so, while she transmitted demons into their brains. I walked into a class to teach one day and Favor Combheaven was complaining of a nasty headache. I asked what had happened. The students did not say it. They were afraid. I insisted. Finally, Arnold Westword said "Sir, Mrs. Phillips asked her to use her head on the wall today." I looked at all of them and was angry. I told them that that could cause brain damage and was not a penal measure. "From today", I said, "If Mrs. Phillips asked you to use your head on a wall, tell her you wouldn't because Mr. Joy Sun said it could cause brain damage. Is that okay? They retorted in fear. Mrs. Phillips also upon setting traps for the students could after knocking their heads on the wall, still put them under a hot afternoon sun, thereby transmitting so much demons into them. Apart from the free spiritual immorality she had with them, which excited those of them who were witches and wizards whenever she asked them to stand on their desks, she had disciple recruits and always used what she thought were coded messages with them while teaching.
Almost a month after I came in, a little girl in my class named Anita Run, was confused about whether to continue with witchcraft or decamp because of who she finally knew I was. She wondered about the power I operated with and would usually be absent-minded for a long time. Usually, before this time, she had been deceived by Mrs. Phillips and the witchcraft gang that if she could kill so many people, she would be promoted to go live in America. Now, she was contemplating. Finally, one day, Mrs. Phillips walked in and warned openly. "Now, listen, Anita Run (in my hearing). You know we signed that if you leave, you would suffer brain damage. And all you kids - if you decamp, I'll put you in a mass grave." Anita Run usually did stupid things as I observed when I came. In the spirit realm, she had been deceived and given the body of a white woman, which was actually a demon, and she would often bend her head to admire her long pseudo white hairs and the fictitious white body she had whenever there was a free period, in hopes she would soon get to America. I alone knew that and punctured all that.
One other thing Mrs. Phillips did was the transmission of guilt. I had known before then and still do know that any preacher that keeps warning people, especially young innocent children about "fornication" everytime is not a preacher but a guilt deserminater preaching a fear sermon. And that, usually, no matter how their listeners tried to escape fornication, they would usually end up fornicating, simply because they tied spiritual ropes to draw and drag them down to the spiritual mud valley of fornication. What a fornication gospel! But the sad and contrary of all this was that Mrs. Phillips was the saddest active servile fornicator I had ever seen and known. She even had a child, a boy, named Alexander Fullhouse from fornication, and was actively committing physical and spiritual fornication on a daily basis. Then what was the fornication gospel about? If you heard her in her fornication gospel, you would think you had met the last prophet preaching with a red Trump bone.



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Sicfenser was a university graduate who studied Anthropology and by virtue of that, would be both the Social Studies and Home Economics teacher. She was beautiful no doubt, and even after we had had a clash, Mrs. XZ would jocularly remark, asking if I "did not like good things?", to which I replied she was a rare beauty. But for Sicfenser, beauty was a veil of destruction, as she killed in heaps. She also had been deceived several years earlier into witchcraft with the promise that she would be promoted to go live bin America if she had the kill target. Now, she had met her Waterloo sadly. It was all a mirage. She would not go. One day, she died in a toilet in her village after complaining severally of belly ache and stealing in to eat Pooh spiritually so as to be well. She had weilded the tool of religion to wound and kill little minds. SICFENSER was in charge of the School's Christian Fellowship which was called "SAVE THE CHILDREN CAMPAIGN", but which I called "DESTROY THE CHILDREN CAMPAIGN". I wouldn't know why, but SICFENSER made the fellowship compulsory for all the students during when she would be preaching love to them and loading and stuffing them up with demons.
Although Anita Run had witchcraft, a little other girl in my class named Ella Lighttower, whom I nicknamed "the faithful woman" or "my world Court judge" due to her loyalty to me was her next target. I had warned two boys in my class, George Race and Reiler Church about "that God damned Destroy The Children Campaign". Both usually stole away while she held the meetings and one day even confronted her that religion was not by force. She only laughed and said "the anger of a male goat does not stop its sale."
Ella Lighttower was a pretty intelligent girl. Anita Run was deceived because she was promised she would be given intelligence by Satan ( which was just natural with her) and then promoted to live in America after reaching her kill target. But Ella Lighttower did not know about this. She was a novice.
During the second term, something drastic happened. Lighttower was no more greeting me. And I am not that type of teacher. I knew where the problem was from. I would pick no offence. I still called her to my embrace, no matter how she refused. I would soon know the fault. Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Sicfenser, and Mrs. Gbie had so loaded the little girl with demons that were controlling her about, making her feel all else but I was her enemy. I took all my time each day to offload, at times, fourteen heavy house sized demons from the little girl, with the funny result that each time I did, she became endeared to me. Sicfenser taught Home Economics and during the practicals, which involved cooking, she would he-ho pack so many demons into the food prepared by the Children in order to recruit then into witchcraft. After the practicals, she would ask one of the children to bring me my portion. I would be so angry and share the "sacrifice" among the children and walk away.
Sicfenser also taught Social Studies. Her favorite topics were "Female Genital Mutilation and Pregnancy" during when she openly told the girls they would get pregnant anyhow in the nearest future even without a husband. Her American chase would become an utter wind.
During "Destroy The Children Campaign", she would circulate demonic foods: biscuits or drinks among the children with the aim if recruiting then into witchcraft. Good girls like Linda Muchbread and Berry Little who were supersonically intelligent were getting sickly and failing their exams, especially during examination periods. Their hearts would break due to their performance. I would encourage them. I knew what was happening. I myself had suffered such in the Cobra State as s little Child in schools I attended. The tools of religion and harmless beauty were the weapons of Sicfenser. If you saw her, you could mistake her for the holiest devout on earth.
One day, I had a clash with this dark fool called Sicfenser. With her large eyes, she had adopted the name "frog mistress" in the witchcraft coven (It is true that Satan usually lays hands on them and gives them demons and odd names of bizarre beasts that look like them during their recruitments. So, she was the frog mistress).
Sicfenser's witchcraft activities were coming to a climax as she violently wanted to hit and complete her Kill target, so she would go to her ephemeral "America". She had told the children a few hours earlier to remind her of her class with them that day in the afternoon, then locked their minds, so that she would have a chance to beat and store up demons in them in the process. It was a slap to me. I am sure I comfortably seniored Sicfenser for seven years. But Sicfenser walked into my class and began to beat children recklessly without greeting me, and even peeled the skin of one. When she left, I told the children never to step at that "Destroy The Children Campaign" fellow-demons or fellowship, as she called it. None of them went. Sicfenser reported the issue to Mrs. XZ and Mrs. Phillips, who said " the matter just had to die down". After a long argument, I let the children go, except for George Race and Reiler Church who just deviantly opted out.
I would never forget. It made me laugh. One day, after "Destroy The Children Campaign" (DTCC), Ella Lighttower came in with a frown. I asked my girl what was wrong. She would not speak initially. Then she blurted out "I think I am becoming sick and tired of this Destroy The Children Campaign. Sir, the sermon today was titled "Visibility" (obviously, witchcraft visibility, which I knew), and Anita Run was the one who took the sermon, but she was busy accusing me of what I did not do - that I was a sinner." I laughed at them, and we - I and my kids laughed at Mrs. Sicfenser and her "Destroy The Children Campaign" (DTCC). Then I added: " religion was not by force".


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Coded language, one of which is Mystery Speaking is not new, especially to people like me. Even Children in some societies of the world know and are farmiliar with them. Mrs. Gbie who was both the English and Agriculture teacher was also a witch and often used coded words. I loved her because she was a learner. She had the spiritual name "Dry Firewood". She taught her courses excellently, no doubt, but was also fond of Mystery Speaking and would beat up and force George Race and Reiler Church for not attending "Destroy The Children Campaign" again, though they never obliged. I could now see her desperation. But honestly, no matter how wicked or flesh drunk she was the previous night, I never failed to use her tipex. I refused to buy mine although I had the money to, in order to teach her a lesson that no matter how she demonized things, they could not harm me.
Mrs. Gbie also had some thought. She too, wanted to become a professor in XZ's upcoming International University, and that, according to the witchcraft calendar, could only be achieved by reaching the kill target by using Children.
She would smile with a space inbetween her nature favored teeth and say "shifting cultivation is a practice carried out by farmers in order to keep the soil fertile for a while. It is different from crop rotation."Little nine year old girls knew she meant sex, and would laugh. Mrs. Gbie taught English and Agriculture well. One day, she wanted to get me into trouble. She had once asked Anthony Osborn to come get some facts from me since I was always full of them. But as she taught this day about Macro and Micro elements, she had mentioned the elements sodium and potassium which she denoted with Na and K, their usual symbols. The Children were confused. Why would sodium be denoted with Na and Potassium with K? I had to excuse her and explain to my kids that the names were English but their symbols were derived from their Latin versions - Natrium for Sodium and Katrium for Potassium. During the term's examination, Linda Bluehay was confused. It was a nice trap. She presented the symbols for Sodium and Potassium as Natrium and Katrium. Mrs. Gbie failed her and then reported to Mrs. XZ that I had taught the children rubbish. Mrs. XZ called me to know. After simply explaining her agenda was punctured. Mrs. XZ said I was right. There was no big deal.
Mrs. Gbie lived in my father's village in Cobra State and came all the way everyday to town. I would jocularly ask her of all those lands there and who she thought had them. She would laugh and ask if I needed some, and one day with her lash eyes in a misfigurement, if I could come to her house where she could give Joy Sun food and put him on a mat. I guess even the breeze around her didn't forgive her.


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Nature abhors a vacuum. Even God knows the sizes of heads He created, but He does not hate anyone. Only, people hate themselves.

Mr. Nyau was an excellent mathematics teacher, but he too was a wizard. He had graduated cum laude from the local University and had dreams to work for the United Nations. As a wizard again, he was told he could only achieve this by reaching the kill target with my children? He simply resembled a frog physically and had adopted the name "Black Frog" in the witchcraft coven. The wickedness of this man is what I will never forget, and may heaven pay him the same. Mr. Nyau also locked the children's brains just before he asked questions after teaching them excellently. The rationale again was so he could have an excuse to afflict and damage. After locking their brains, he would ask a simple question on what he had just mentioned or something he had taught often, like "what in 2x is the coefficient and variable?" The answer is simple: 2 is the coefficient and x is the variable. He could say that a million times., but de factor he had locked their brains spiritually before asking, they would all forget: then he would do something that made me curse and puncture his UN job dream. He would simply pick up a spiritual black hammer and nails and nail the children's brains spiritually, while giving them physical knocks you could hear a mile away. It was pitiful and tear-provoking, because before my eyes, I saw brains burst as he programmed future madness into them. We always had trouble since I would stop him and take the pains to uproot those nails and repay the brains. One day, a child, Arnold Westword cursed him because of the excruciating pains that came from those knocks, which future implication the child never even knew. And I know that curse stuck to him

I had decided to help the children in explaining the mathematics assignment which he gave after locking their brains, since he loved helplessness. He was furious that the children were performing well and decided to pick up a quarrel with me and went to read up my course and came to challenge me on some questions. He did not know that I am not a professetic or calbram. He later apologized that he had said the wrong thing. Even from his mouth, I was "beyond exceptional". That was not to my credit, if he ever got a UN job. Did he?



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Wickedness had so multiplied, not only in the earth, but in this little school. One day, a bigger child naked Fisher Power picked a heavy stone and threw it at a younger female student named Lordess Gentle, on the head. He was a wizard and was sent to do that by Mr. and Mrs. XZ and Mrs. Phillips. Gentle fell on the field and was gasping for breath when he said "she is manifesting". The other children laughed. Usually, whenever these kinds of things happened, Mr. XZ , who was the masterminded would hypocritically ask that such a child be flogged. The child and himself knew what they gained which was beyond the flogging. He was settled. But the demons had entered Lordess Gentle's head. Lordess Gentle began to behave funny from that day forward. She came to school late, loved her enemies and hated her friends. Mr. Sacilva Garracks was the physical education teacher who was usually called "the great one" by his friend, Mr. Roberts, the Computer teacher. I don't know how much great he was, because "the angel who opened the record, not a trace of his greatness could find". His spiritual name was "hot penis", and he loved to play with my girls, though I had an eye on him always. He also was bent on killing and had the kill-benchmark to deliver and get promoted? Not with damsel and todlers' blood. He wasn't a good teacher. One of the questions he asked the students during one of the terminal exams was "what is my name?"

Often, he would call my girls out for a gym. I would follow him. One day, while he thought I was unawares, he had called them out for spiritual mystery speaking. I landed instantly. An aircraft had just passed, and since he was a branded new generation herbalist, I interrupted Anita Run and asked her if she ever heard that with all the power of an herbalist, one had invented the aircraft. Run said "no". I retired. The message was gotten.

Mr.Roberts, his bossom friend had the spiritual name "Maggot dinner". He claimed to be intelligent but we would soon have a clash. One day, he told the children the earth was spherical. I had to intervene. Was he talking about the heliosphere or the earth? Because the earth was geoid. He walked up immediately to Mrs. XZ and reported. We concluded that that we should not interfere in others' works again, though I had saved my kids. The earth is not a perfect sphere - whoever taught him that. A new teacher who sat by me that day, named Mr. Benson also added, " I have also known the earth is geoid".
Geographical artistry, Chemical power. Talk of more of these: my children had them. It was only a rough naftangle trying to wrestle them out of deceit, because according to Kathryn khulman, "the greatest Power of the devil is not his ability to afflict, but his ability to deceive." (Paraphrase: THE GREATEST POWER IN THE WORLD). He is the grand liar and grandfather of lies. Now, Anita Run, except for mercy, Sicfenser, Mrs. Phillips, Mr. Nyau or Mr.Wickedness, Mrs. Gbie, Mr. Roberts and Mr. and Mrs. XZ had to find that bitterly true.



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Fufule, Mr. and Mrs. XZ's son was also a student, though I have refused to include his name in the list of students. When you see a man who knows his dying date, he may have a stack of everlasting water mellons and eat them roughly because he has no regard for life. XZ was always boasting to me that he was my paymaster however the case; that is, he controlled resources as a "666 policist". I didn't bother about that. The above illustration of a dying man who knows his death date suits him and his family. When they ate, they ate like people who knew their dying date.

I used to cry severally because Fufule could finish one water mellon in four minutes, which was a seal of destruction: the signal of a dying man. The other name his colleagues called him was "the Pooh master" because he always had excess launch and ate grievously and poohed too frequently. If you think that was love, that was hate. A man had told the devil he would die with his household and some more, and now the child could eat a whole water mellon grievously in four minutes, not without a price. One day, I couldn't help but laugh. Anita Paymaster, Fufule's colleague had a quarrel with him while I came in for a class. Paymaster was a strong, stocky girl that took no nonesense from anyone whoever they were, and whom I called "my surveyor". The following exchange occurred between eight year olds.

Anita Paymaster: Fufule, you're a confusionist.
Fufule: Yes, I accept. I am not just a confusionist, but a world renowned confusionist. I cause high level of confusion wherever I go.

Well, even if the entire universe demons were gathered into him, he could not be better than Fufule. "Sir, can I go to the toilet?" "Fufule, you can go. How many ice creams, yams, breads, and water mellons do you have today, eating like a dying man?"



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Beating with a rod was King Solomon's method of casting out demons from his untrained slaves and servants. And when himself saw it couldn't work, he once said that "though you bray a fool among wheat in a morter with a pistle, his foolishness would not leave him." (Proverbs 27: 22). Now, beating was a witchcraft tool weilded by suborn lords to cool appetite and the rule of were sticks. Joel, the prophet said "in the last days (paraphrasing), our sons and daughters will prophesy" (Joel 2: 28) , making it completely out of place to beat them with canes, because the Spirit in them forbids that. Do you beat God with a cane? Also, the Spirit in them forbids that. If God is in a child, should you beat that child? Even, such children donot cause issues that warrant beating. Therefore, it is needless. "Sparing the rod" can only spoil a child who is spoilt at heart, because their demons are not filtered out. Most mothers don't teach their daughters to fornicate. The rule is if the have the fornication inside, it will come outside one day, no matter the level of pounding. By the way, I am not preaching a fornication gospel. Ask Mrs. Phillips with her red Trumpbone about that: even the Phillipian jailor.

J.S.S. III class in XZ International was my class. There, I proposed laws, sank idiotism and taught pepples. Needless to say, God sent me there, and I am glad these hands have tended men. My students were:

Anita Run
Ella Lighttower (my World Court Judge)
Arnold Westword
George Race
Reiler Church
Rickner Opendoors
Ella Bluecherry
Arthur Rivers
Azeezat Damian
Morris Goodyear, and
Allan Wisefellow.

I have counted all my heads and they are complete. even Gbie could not touch one of them or make them miss. J.S.S.III was just the best class for me. However it was chosen, it was well and best chosen. Arthur Rivers always came first followed by Anita Run, however she tried to get it with a demonic intelligence. Ella Bluecherry was usually third, followed by George Race, then followed by Morris Goodyear and Azeezat Demian and Allan Wisefellow, then Arnold Westword, Ella Lighttower, Reiler Church and Rickner Opendoors. I am not concerned about the position each took as a teacher, but by their various explosibilities in that devilsdom. A little child's intelligence could be afflicted till one day. Especially in Cobra State.

They always wanted to know. They were thirsty for knowledge. They read and devoured books. I gave them my first published poetry collection, FUTILITY, THE THOUGHTS. They loved the poems. I gave them vital newspaper clips. We talked about Ralph Ellison and "the spirit of St. Louis". I knew which of them would marry an Indian and I got vexed so much when Ella Lighttower frowned. Were there some more demons to cast out? Even Mrs. Phillips, the Phillipian jailor had jocularly hinted once that that was the most competitive of all classes in the school. Well, that is to the kudos of who brought me up, and the fresh hearts of children to learn. We played together, we laughed together. We even cried together. Whenever there were no teachers, we learnt something new or thumbed the dictionaries. We talked and laughed about Jeffery Damner and Albert Fish. We circumcised illetracy, if at all illetracy had a good heart. Oh, sing with me "a vineyard of red wine".



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A little boy in a higher class, Lee Gladwaters was almost dying to become a military General. He could not wait. Everytime I came around to teach, Glad waters would bombard me with questions on how to become a military General in a foreign land, presumably America. He called himself "Dark Pantha". I tried to recommend Professor Ben Carson's books, yet he wasn't interested. I recommended Cromwell, he wasn't listening. I recommended Napoleon Hill, yet he wasn't listening. Then, finally one day (maybe the demon of not reading books which is majorly found in African ancestry and was troubling him), I blurttered out at him: "Lee, if you ever go for a war without first sitting down to know exactly the outcome of that war, you will not return." He looked at me agape. I just got his attention. Then, I explained that people don't go to places by witchcraft promotion (Mrs. Phillips, the Phillipian Jailor was there and agape). "They go there by faith." I added, "And you don't go to a place your spirit has not been to. Now, mind traveling, no matter who says the contrary, is good. Satan always steals ideas from God and makes good use of them. Did you not hear Elisha say once to Gehazi, 'Did not my spirit go with you when the man stopped down to give you the goodly Babylonish garment? Is it a time to get vineyards and olive yards, etc?' ( paraphrasing II Kings 5: 26). Why could Elisha say that, because he could be nailed in a law court for lack of evidence? But he and Gehazi knew he was right. The Bible even says God is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or THINK (Ephesians 3:20). Why the use of the word 'think'? That simply, is mental travel. And the day you get to that cold, frozen stone in the clan of spirits, you would know, be it America or Armenia." Then, I rounded up: if you want to go to America, the definition of it is the spirit in you and what your true desires, which predict destiny, are. Don't go to queue before an embassy trying or crying. Just get a little map of the world. Faith finds out the best and easiest way to travel safe and get home safe. This method could change based on time and whoever is involved - the Spirit in you would tell you how. Where are you now? He said "Africa". I said "Good". "Just believe and step with faith with both feet on the continent of Africa - don't shake.
Then, be very careful before you leap. Believe that that as you're landing after the leap, you're landing in the real America as you land on the continent of America on the map with both feet. When you land, don't move. You might even be feeling some pains. Then I said, "there are everlasting ways of doing this. Just let your spirit convince you of which one to use." Then I added lastly, did you know if you landed on someone's roof or on the Hudson River when you landed?" He was surprised. Then I said "you just needed to be sure." Then, I added, "in whichever case, if you landed in faith and waited till the maturity of the miracle, then you don't have to necessarily go queue up for a visa, and if you were sure, you can't be deported." He was surprised and said "thank you, Sir. I'll do it." Then, I asked him: "what possible ways can you invent to do this?" He said " I will get a smaller would map, then place my right index finger on Africa till the Spirit gives me leave, then move it unmistakably to the continent of America, then keep it there till my miracle matures, and the Spirit gives me leave to lift it. I was happy. Then I said: " you will always feel some pain because of the leap and the demons and space in between each continent, as well as the eighteen hour journey you just concluded on air. Always wait a bit till it matures. Your heart will tell you exactly when to leave. When your miracle is sure and ripe, your spirit will give you the permission to leave. But don't leave before it tells you that, or you may abort your miracle. Then, I asked him, "Lee Gladwaters, can you tell me other versions of this same thing? He said he would also use a globe. Mrs. Phillip who was listening added that "this [was] the greatest travel success trick ever told a boy". Lee Gladwaters became a great man and fulfilled his dream based on what I'd told him.

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