On my way to church, I saw Jesus drank, naked laying on the sidewalk. but my pastor insisted the man was not drank, was tired from speaking the truth to the deaf. When I told the pastor I'm leaving the church, he asked why. I told him that like the drank naked man laying on the sidewalk, I'm tired of speaking truth to the deaf.
|Sazi KaMzibeni|
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