“Thus saith the Lord…”

My phone was ringing in my pocket. Crammed in, I groaned over my call that I was certainly going to miss. The lady beside me was understanding and endured the seemingly endless vibration. High and mighty on the backseat of the Benz 508 I sat, smack in the middle of the row. These large buses can seat probably up to 40 passengers, five on each row. Since they usually don’t ply my route, my guess is that this was a driver who wanted to make a quick buck on his way from the mechanic’s shop or something.

Along the way, a man in a ruffled shirt and a mismatched tie stood up in the front seat. The driver absent-mindedly reached down and lowered the stereo’s volume, cutting short Nkasei’s story about their teaching days in Tuobodom.

The preacher made us bow in prayer. The next 60 seconds saw our humble trotro transformed into the throne-room of heaven as he pleaded with the Most High on our behalf to get us to our destinations safely. I was impressed with the power of his delivery. After a resounding “Amen” he opened his well-worn Twi Bible and started his mission to snatch lost souls from eternal damnation.

I have to admit, my mind drifted before long. In my younger days, feeling rather guilty for my own failures in sharing my faith, I used to say a prayer for these ones who could boldly and eloquently preach the gospel to strangers. After a while, I realized that the offering took a large chunk of time from the salvation message. Interestingly, the main message was, on occasion, to cast our bread upon the waters once again. The only thing missing would be the singing band.

I love the way some of them do it, though. They preach a fire-and-brimstone sermon, ending on a high. Then they sit down quietly, and one after the other, the donations come flooding in faster than the sweat off his forehead. He doesn’t remain long in the car afterwards.

Click to see this preacher give his listeners a laugh

One preacher a few years ago passed round envelopes before speaking. A huge man with a skeptical look on his face asked what the money would be used for. Our preacher, who said she was Sierra Leonean, replied to my utter shock that it was not for us to know, but we should support the work of the Lord. The questioner challenged our travelling evangelist, who exploded in anger in a way unexpected of one presenting the gospel of peace. Back and forth it went till all the passengers had ganged up against her. She was all but hooted out in disgrace.

Any regular commuter, though, knows that the ministry is not limited to the front seat pulpit, but extends into the highways and byways of the city. Some preachers call drifting sinners to come just as they are without one plea by megaphone, on the sidewalks of Kwame Nkrumah Circe, the louder the better. The message is just as passionate, the box with a scattering of coins in it is not too far away. Up and down they patrol, the Lord’s Anointed, untouched by the occasionally zealous city officials who once in a while drive away the lame, the blind and the sick begging for their daily bread alongside.

Sadly, though, I wonder if much impact is being made on those who sleep and wake under the overhead walkway at Circle. Not too long ago, a friend of mine and his laptop were parted, the glistening edge of a knife in his face, not too far from these hallowed grounds. There, loudspeakers blast the Word of God to any under the sound of the voice of the regular Man of God. His able assistant with the second microphone reads the scriptures, sings and punctuates the sermon with an Amen here and grunts of agreement there.

On my regular commute, though, I don’t meet too many preachers, so let’s hear about any run-ins you’ve had with the trotro pastors. Skewed scriptures, funny stories, the works.

My mind returned to the preacher as he hopped off, not before he had given elaborate directions to his ministry headquarters and his contact details. A few wrote them down, so chances are his flock had increased by at least one. Maybe the next time I see him will be on Metro TV, in a crisp suit, coming right after Prophet One’s slot. For now, he was off to win more converts. After all, the missionary’s work must go on.

Asomasi.

Note to the reader: As you all know is the purpose of this blog, I only write on things as I see them on my way to and from work. It is not my aim to make fun of workers in the field preaching the gospel.

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About Kwaku Dankwa

By day, I'm an advertising copywriter. That's what I've done all my working life (National Service doesn't count). Husband of Esther, father of Jesse, and servant of Christ. I previously wrote a blog on the dramatic side of public transport in Accra, "The Daily Commute: From Bridge to Ridge." Enjoy.
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12 Responses to “Thus saith the Lord…”

  1. Kwame Boateng says:

    lol…I was verbally abused once in a bus for not participating in the singing and clapping. The pastor had earlier told the commuters that there was an evil spirit on the bus, It so happened that one particular guy (that was me) refused to participate in his ceremony. You can imagine the rest, insults, deafening prayer and clapping directed at me! They almost succeeded in planting in my head an idea that maybe just maybe i was an evil spirit. whew! I vowed never to board a Tema bound bus from Tema station again.

  2. RAY JAY says:

    ..some make the pursuit of wealth look so bad when they give their presentations, and then turn right around to ask for financial assistance for their upkeep..the question i ask is, how would i give you anything if i don’t make anything….nice post by the way!

  3. benanyan says:

    lol. one tym, i was so unamused with a certain one.; he kept misinterpreting all what Daniel said & did in the OT, i almost spoke up. A few r genuine tho, they make it worth the ride. Good post bruv! like the categories and all 😉

  4. Maria says:

    I’ve seen dat clip!!! very funny but painfully true.Years ago, we’re travelling on a bus from de Noeplan station in k’si to Accra. There was a preacher alright and he delivered a fairly good sermon i fink. Can’t really remember. You know, we… live in such a small world here.De long and short of it all’s dat dis guy whilst preaching places de Bible on Isaac’s lap for convenience’ sake. Out of curiosity, he begins to flip through de book. a name catches his attention. Shocking revealation! We all look to be sure….whose name do we find? My aunt…Mom’s sis!!!and no ordinary Bible than her engagement Bible. he just had to let go, no huffing and puffing…not dat we wanted to terminate de ministry!

  5. LORDRAH says:

    Though these are all regular occurences especially on the Accra-Kumasi-Accra routes, let’s all respect what Kwaku said. “It is not my aim to make fun of workers in the field preaching the gospel.”
    @Kwaku: This is another great piece.

  6. sharl says:

    Nice blend K.D. but u don’t wonna hear my honest opinions about these incidents in troskys. I wonder what u have up ur sleeves next though. needless to say i pay more attention in trokys now and always point stuff out n say “ahhhh exactly what asomasi said.”.lol. keep it coming.

  7. afia says:

    i have also been abused before for refusing to participate in all the drama that comes with trotro preaching.
    before this preacher boarded the trosky with his two little kids there was a little conversation between them and the long and short of a long story is that he is irresponsible so the wife/mother of the kids had sent the kids to him….well i didnt see the need to listen to an irresponsible father plus he was not just a preacher he had some drugs or something to sell too in addition to the offering he took.

  8. moshi says:

    gosh man.

    they keep coming and never seem to stop at it/
    some time am of the opinion that, they have realized how fragil some christians are. they then turn to use this medium to rather take from us with the message of giving and it would come back to you. while i wonder why the blind arond them are still blind and they also make the mistake of going to pray for the rich to get richer while its meant for he pooor, if you get my point.

  9. Adwoa says:

    Kuku, u r awesome! i must say I’d been looking forward 2 this particular one. always new it was somewhere around the corner! great work!!

  10. agyakomaa says:

    i remember being told once in a troski that i cant take my braids to church cos it is sinfull. it is interesting the interpretations people have of the scriptures. but sometimes i blame as Christians, we sit and complain that the troski preachers are twisted, but what are we doing about it? are we confronting them, correcting them, or trying to preach the tuth ourselves? or…as i usually end up doing say to ourselves that we will pray that the truth is said?

  11. Mawis says:

    Many are they who think that doing good will help erase something “abominable” they’ve done; especially if they give to a man of God who will pray on their behalf. Others are filled with compassion for the so-called preacher men whose main aim is to make some few bucks for the pockets and hence appear as worn out as they can – just to play on the kindness of the compassionate ones.

    But it is stated that out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaketh. And by their fruits, you shall know them.

    It is high time people read the Bible and understood it well………….in order to know the fruits the Bible is talking about. This way, not every tom-dick-and-harry can stand before them and coerce them into giving their last pessewa which will not reach the clouds……………..not to mention, getting to Jesus himself.

    The preachers who are doing the good work should continue in the Lord……………but the fake ones should be exposed.

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