The Day I shot Jesus; Chapter 3

I shed a few tears. “Is my boss emotional again?” Folu queried. I turned to look at him only to see that he was already handing me an handkerchief. He had worked with me on different assignments for over 29 years and had gotten used to my emotional tendencies which were usually triggered when I…

THE DAY I SHOT JESUS; CHAPTER 2

Phone call for you sir,” Folu interrupted. It was the makeup artist. She was wondering why we are yet to get to the hotel. “Don’t worry Ofure, we’ll be there in 6 minutes.” I dropped the call and hurriedly boarded the David OXY 2.1 luxurious car that had been sent to pick us up. Ever…

THE DAY I SHOT JESUS; CHAPTER 1

“10 MINUTES TO OUR FINAL DESTINATION.” The Captain’s voice made me a little nervous. I had boarded the underground oceanic train that ran across the New Atlantic Ocean. The sight was unbelievable. Who would have thought that an underground train from New York to Israel via the ocean will be feasible. The year was 2137…