PLAYLET: The Devils Manifesto

The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly. (John 10:10)

ACT ONE, SCENE ONE

Toba: Tolani...Tolani... Tolani...

Tolani: Toba... Toba... Toba...

Toba: I feel you don't love me... You are just playing me in this relationship.

Tolani: How? In what way? Why would you even think such?

Toba: I don't think you love me... I have spent, spent and keep spending

Tolani: ... And i appreciate it.

Toba: You don't Tolani... By now I should have had a taste.

Tolani: Taste? Of what? Indomie instant noodles.

Toba: Oh God, stop all these... Love covers us. We will still go to the altar together.

Tolani: Altar ko... Shrine ni? It is only a devourer that can't wait... Have you ever seen anywhere that they bake cake on icing?

Toba: What nonsense are you saying?

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Tolani: I can see you have the devil's manifesto... To kill, steal, destroy and derail my purpose and destiny... I rebuke you in Jesus Name, Amen.

Toba: Please, please but I love you so much.... ( Tolani walks away)

Tolani: Love indeed. Your kind of love driven by lust is a walking time bomb waiting to happen.

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Food for thought:
When a relationship is backed up by the devils's manifesto, it is bound to fail. It is better to turn one's back on the relationship than have an inconclusive relationship with God.

Comments

Unknown said…

Keep up the good work!
This is a "Word-based" playlet;a timely warning to deliver people from "the devil's manifesto"!!!

To be empowered for victory, one must have been truly born again;and maintaining a steady growth in CHRIST.

21 March 2019 at 11:18

Unknown said…

Woooww... amazing one.

25 March 2019 at 20:29

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