City Preachers

It probably have happened to you may be even not once or twice,may be you like them may be you dont;They call themselves city preachers.Recently i had my turn of encounter with them in their usual saturday moments of delivering the Gospel, i happened to have entered a 'nganya' to drop me at Innercore,at fast i thought hell had broken lose when he braved the calmness of the vehicle to stand up along with the kange,what made me relax was the Bible in his hands as opposed to what i had thought of him.He claimed to be a missioner from Uganda,some native part of the country that i never bothered to comprehend,however this was not what had made him become a colourful passenger to fill in the nganya,the word did.After the conductor had had his share of collecting the busfare,he proceeded on."..na hebu tuombe..Ewe Mola..."I thought something was wrong but no one was complaining,and after the prayers were over"Tutasoma kutoka kitabu cha waibarania......"This was later followed by some effective translation of the gospel into consumable product for the ordinaries that were mesmerised by the great eforts of the 'God sent'.Then came the moment,"Na kila mtu atatoa kile anacho ndiposa sisi kama wanainjili tuweze kuendelesha kazi ya Mwenyezi Mungu,ntapitisha Bibilia yangu na kila mmoja ataweza kuweka kile anacho katikakati ya kurasa niliyofungua"It was happening' as they talk of it.Fairly, he had won some people and the returns on investment were quite appealing,(i stole a glance as the Bible passed forward)What made me feel even much pressed by the act was when the bus halted at the innercore /kayole rounder,the man matched off,only for me to see him entering the next bus going to tao to complete his full circuite.As i sat back i wondered whether the man had started off the work so late but it later dawned on me that he had made five trips to and fro, an eavesdrop- i got from my immediate forward seated neighbour.