Takoradi:My Colleague Friend’s Gilfriend Left Him because of My favorite Street Preacher-Nesta Joojoe Erskine

In a Post sited by countryghana on Facebook by a writer Nesta Joojoe Erskine explains how he feel in love with this prracher.According to him this preacher is well dedicated and preaches in a straightforward manner which can cause you to feel so uncomfortable because his message indirecting hit you on a different level because of the truth in it. Below is the full narration on how a friend to his colleague lost his Girlfriend

If you’re in Takoradi and you use the road leading to Market circle from Asempa hotel, then you might have met this man. He’s a preacher. When Jesus tasked his followers to be the soldiers of the gospel, this man right here took that command literally. So he soldiers along the street, preaching the gospel to passers-by. He’s the kind of guy God will look at and say, “This is a guy after my own heart when it comes to preaching.” He’s confrontational. He comes direct at you, point a finger in your face and scream, “Gyai krɔno no bɔ na Jesu reba.” (Stop stealing. Jesus is coming soon)

The road where he preaches is just in front of my office so I see him every day when he’s around. My first encounter with him was an early morning when I was in a traffic going to the office. He tapped on my window and signaled me to roll it down. I thought he was coming for collection. Immediately I rolled down he said, “Asɛm no Yɛdzi kyɛ kwa nti ɛti dɛ yɛre ka aa tie bi ai. Mɛ ɛnroll wo glass na wo 2021 yɛ obi ne 2011. Brɛ woho asi.” (The gospel is for free so when you hear it being preached, roll your Window down and listen. Your 2021 vehicle is someone’s 2011 vehicle. Be humble)

He turned away and walked with pride in his strides. Like he’s achieved his goal. Like he had won a soul for Christ. He could have gone to bed that night and feel proud of himself because what he said hit a chord that played a different melody within me.

I don’t think everyone likes him like I do. My colleagues don’t want to hear his voice. They accuse his unconventional ways of preaching. They say he’s too confrontational. They say God didn’t charge us to be this straightforward with the gospel. Every morning when I see him on the street, I scream from my office, “That’s my man!!” My colleagues will turn and look at him. They’ll chuckle but it doesn’t take away the fact that he’s my man.

Days ago a guy came to our office. He’s a friend to one of my colleagues. He was here when I screamed, “That’s my man. The Lord of street preaching.” As usual, they all turned. As usual they chuckled. As I’d come to expect, they started calling him names. The guy who came to our office screamed, “This guy, he’s forking roff.” I said, “Oh please, don’t say the about my man. Touch not my anointed. Haven’t you heard that?” He said, “Wait until you hear what he did to me some weeks ago.

So he started sharing his story.

His girlfriend visited one evening and they had issues. It was an issue they’ve had for a very long time. Another woman was involved. His girlfriend had caught him cheating with that woman. She read the messages and had a solid evidence to back her claim. That evening when she visited they had a huge fight about his cheating ways. “I’m a man. I’ve been with her for years so I knew how to tame her. I apologized. I said all the sweet things to calm her down. She didn’t agree with me but was ready to stay and fight for the relationship.”

The next day, he picked a taxi and went to town with his girl sitting next to him. They were both quiet. They were having a hangover of last night’s fight. His only sin was allowing the taxi driver to use the road my man preaches on. He said, “I saw him moving from one car to another saying things to the passengers. I didn’t pay attention to him. The traffic was thick. He could stay with a car for a few seconds and move to the next. When he got to my taxi, he pointed a finger at me and screamed, “Gyai edwaman no bɔ na Yesu reba. The lady you told to abort the pregnancy, if she tries to abort it she’ll die. Go and tell her.”

So his girlfriend turned to him and said, “You see what I’ve always been telling you? This one is coming from a man of God. Just what we were fighting about a moment ago. You see a revelation had come about you? Everyone will know you. You smell of cheating. Everyone can smell it when you walk by.”

That’s how he lost his girlfriend.

It was funny but sad at the same time. It turned into a discussion. We asked questions. He answered. “So is it true that you’ve impregnated someone?” He said no. He said, “He’s just a liar don’t mind him.” I asked, “Is it true that you’re fornicating?” He answered with a mellow voice, “He calls himself a pastor. Can he swear that he hasn’t fornicated before?”

But he’s still my man. The sun is high. The traffic is thick. His shirt is wet from his own sweat but he continues moving from car to car telling people to change their ways. You see a poly bag in his hand. When it rains, he puts his bible in the poly bag so it doesn’t get wet. He’ll stand in the rain and still point fingers at you and ask you to run from your sins. I’ve never seen him taking collection. He just preach as if it’s the only mandate. The purpose for his existence.

One day when we go to heaven, I will like to live closer to his cubicle. I will be his PR. I will tell God, ”This man needs an air-conditioned room. He’s been in the sun all his life.” I will tell God, “This man needs a V8 turbo charge chariots to move him around here.” “God, I know there’s no dirt around here but this man needs new white robes every morning. We are not hungry but can Esther get off her seat and cook something for him? Or Esther is a feminist so she doesn’t cook for men?” Then get Angel Gabriel do the cooking.”

I took these photos a moment ago. He’s there working. I’m here writing about him because he’s my man!

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