3 hours spent wasting time in church and worshipping God!!!
So, una non churchgoers and atheists wey no go church, wetin una invent in the last 3 hours?!?!
You and I lived in the same area, Sowutuom, specifically Omanjor. I met you only once in 2018. We both went our separate ways. No contacts were exchanged, and no friendship was established.
Fast forward to 2021, I came for an audition at GHOne, where you leaked my information to Nana Aba and co. and ensured I was embarrassed. You were clearly looking forward to humiliating me, but somehow, I trended nationwide, and that must have sickened you.
You then started taunting me on social media because, out there, everyone knew Bongo Ideas, while nobody cared about a certain guy who could only be narrowly identified because he added “Sarkcess” to his name. I kept thriving, and you kept hating.
In 2024, at the height of my prominence, you leaked my location online on this app, which subsequently led to my kidnapping, the confiscation of my valuables and the takeover of my X account. But man is not God. What was meant to be a misfortune eventually became a blessing, as it helped me relocate from that hood to a better and more secure place.
You still live in that hood, driving your rickety Chevy Cruze that seems to see the mechanic every 24 hours, with your relevance exclusively tied to Sarkodie. A Sarkodie who has neither added you to his team, bought you a house, given you a better car nor created meaningful opportunities for you.
You’re still stuck in the usual 9–5, looking like a malnourished smoker trying to quit.
I have left the hood. I am living better than you ever have, and I have contacts among ministers, chiefs, top executives and even renowned international personalities. Meanwhile, you remain confined to your one-bedroom, dingy room in Omanjor, near the big gutter that could carry you away in the event of a flood.
The best thing you could do for yourself is stop hating because your hatred has had absolutely no effect on my life. If anything, the more you hate, the bigger, better and greater I become.
Bongo will walk into rooms because, aside from the fact that I’m better-looking than your monstrous self, I am smart, intelligent and possess a supersonic cognitive ability you lack to have a seat at any table!
Your grace is limited to Sarkodie. My grace is unlimited. That is the difference between your half-witted self, with your disfigured physique, hardened, tempered face sitting on a shoulder that needs urgent surgery, and me.
Consider this reply as my charitable self doing you a favour, so you know your place and enjoy this one-time free publicity.
Bye.