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THE MAN IN THE BROKEN MIRROR Episode 2

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Jimmy Adebowale looked at his new branded abi janded wrist watch and screamed "O boy time don run like Usain Bolt oooo"! "What time is it"? Gbenga asked. Of course he wasn't expecting Bro Jim Jim to answer that question. "You are still ironing that shirt? You know that Deeper Life does not waste time in conducting their weddings" replied Jimmy who was knotting his blue and silver coated tie. "You were busy dancing e too dey bless me ooo and forgot that your bride will be waiting at the church hall for you. You want to hurry me now".

It was very difficult to select Gbenga is his best man. There were lots of good brothers and friends in his prayer department who would have featured greatly as his best man. The time was 9.45am just 15 minutes before the wedding service will commence.
Jimmy grabbed his little bible and dashed out through the door. Gbenga ran after him knotting his tie as he ran. The man that promised to release one of his car for Jimmy was not picking his calls and the driver didn't show up. All other arrangements had failed Bro Jimmy. "Today can't be a bad day" Jimmy said to Gbenga. It's my wedding day and nobody can make me feel bad". "How do we get to the Church? We are 10 mins before the service commence and no sign of Mr Olatunde and his wonderful driver", Gbenga complained bitterly. Jimmy told Gbenga to walk down the street with him while they look for a neat taxi without normal taxi colour. Jimmy disappeared into a supermarket as Gbenga flanked a Toyota Camry 2007 model. "Deeper Life Bible Church Kado". "Ok. make we dey go". "How much you go take"? "Gimme N2,500"! "wetin be N2,500? Na wa ooo. Things just cost for this Abuja ba. From Area 10 here to Kado na eim you wan take N2,500?" Where for Kado you dey go?" The Deeper Life Church naaa. The one at Kado estate by that big express opposite that school wey dem dey do part time programmes." "ok, gimme N2,000 make we dey go". "I go pay N1,500". "You never ready to go!" The driver zoomed off and drove through the next exit that leads to the DHL Office at Area 10.

Gbenga looked around and stopped another car. This time a Dark blue Honda accord 2005 model. He negotiates price with the driver who pitched his price at N1,800. Jimmy had spent some good 5 minutes in the supermarket. Gbenga asked the driver to wait as he ran into the Supermarket to look for Jimmy. He came out confused and fumbling with his hand-set. The driver got impatient and drove off. Jimmy came out from a super store far right of the street holding a white nylon bag. "How and when did this young man pass me to that store?" Gbenga whispered to himself. "Any luck yet"? asked Jimmy. "It's 10am Jimmy. We are late". "I know" Jimmy replied. Just then two taxis drove pass them and Jimmy was tempted to stop them. "We are not going to that church with a painted taxi" Gbenga warned Jimmy.


A black BMW 2004 model pulled neared them. They went off the road and climbed the side walk. A young man came out from the back seat of the car. "Chima!" Jimmy screamed and they hugged. "what are you doing in Abuja"? Chima asked Jimmy. "Chima you need to take me to a church at Kado now. I will tell you what's up as we drive". "Ok!" Jimmy quickly brought out some ribbons from the white bag and tied them from the bonnet to the boot of the BMW. He brought out two papers which had "About to Wed" boldly written on them and placed them on the front and back plates of the BMW. "What's going on?" Chima demanded. "It's my wedding day" Jimmy replied.
First Five things that you should avoid on your wedding day;

(1) To be upset by anything or anybody
(2) To be tensed up before you get to the church
(3) To be taken unaware by events that was not planned for
(4) To be late for the service
(5) To answer every complain from anybody.


Pastor Mrs Wini's marriage sermons raced through Jimmy's head as they waited for the traffic to flow. He quickly added a sixth one to the first Five-Avoid hold-up prone roads on your wedding day! Just then, his phone rang and Chika was on the line.

Read the First Episode of THE MAN IN THE BROKEN MIRROR

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