#PENALTY WebNovel: Chapter 6

VESHADD’S temper was like the waves and tides of the sea.

It was the calm blue sea that every once in a while gets mad and furious beyond what the world itself can handle.

The young dude wasn’t a man of many words.

But then, all the energy the young sportsman usually saved up by talking less was sooner or later burned up in a fiery moment of unquenchable temper!

His passions were the burning leaves of a dried tree that are ferociously swayed by the winds in a thick dried forest.

It spread within moments through the capillaries of his hot blooded body.

Like some outraged wildfire.

But Tai VeShadd always excused his anger problem.

‘Why does everyone make it sound so serious?’ he’d wonder. ‘It’s commonplace anger. Who doesn’t get angry and break things, uh?’

At some other times, the young sportsman would simply resort to justifying his debilitating weakness.

‘Have I ever said I’m an angel?’ he’d blurted. ‘So you don’t expect me to be perfect. Everyone’s got one weakness or the other after all!’

When Tai VeShadd was about fifteen, and was at the football academy, he was to be expelled from the academy due to issues arising from his temper.

As a goalkeeper in training, VeShadd always picked a fight with his team’s strikers far off on the pitch.

He did that every time the opponent scored a goal at his own post. Instead of finding fault with himself, or at least his defenders. If he was going to blame anyone at all.

VeShadd was a super calculative perfectionist when it came to football.

He couldn’t take the moment a striker lost a good opportunity to score a goal at the opponent’s post.

He knew in his calculative sense that the lost opportunity would automatically flip the golden chance towards the opponent’s side…

And with a more ferocious, more determined vigor; so much neither him nor his defenders would be able to stop the savage shot heading right into his net.

No one in the football academy was able to make friend with the fifteen-year-old boy.

Everyone found him odd and unsociable. Except for Staka.

And it was his close friend Staka who helped manage VeShadd’s violent passions as well as his social relation in the academy.

Fifteen-year-old Staka would appeal to his friend to apologise when he was wrong after explaining his fault to him.

VeShadd wouldn’t listen to anyone but he listened to Staka in whatever he asked him to do.

And the young dude began to rely more on his friend to manage his temper for him.

Staka was an excellent midfielder.

The young sportsman was nicknamed Pipeline by his teammates…

Owing to his mastered skill of getting possession of the ball at a difficult time and then making a strategic pass to the right player.

Staka was the midfielder that got to manage the match from beginning to end.

The skilled footballer soon launched his career. And it wasn’t long that his skill placed him on a high bidding table in the transfer market.

In the football world where almost every trainee player wanted to be a striker, it was difficult to find a midfielder on the pitch who’d be Staka-good.

The deal was soon settled and the talented footballer prepared to transfer to another club.

VeShadd was sad and he didn’t know what he’d do if his best friend wasn’t there to help him suppress his weakness.


It was then that it occurred to Staka he hadn’t talked to his friend about the way out.


Staka observed that VeShadd took his ill temper to merely be a habit.

‘Anger isn’t just a habit, Vee,’ Staka objected, looking into VeShadd’s eyes where they sat. ‘It’s a serious weakness that can lead to even more serious sins,’ he explained.

‘Hmm, I see!’ VeShadd mocked, as he punched at his mobile phone with relaxed fingers.

Staka knew his friend wasn’t taking him serious. He knew his words were more like a joke to him.

Staka decided to have a thorough conversation with his friend. His eyes lingered on VeShadd when he asked something different, just out of the blues.

‘Hey, Vee. D’ you know why the devil fought for the dead body of Moses – despite how hard he’d laboured for God during his life? As Jude verse 9 has it.’

VeShadd glanced at his friend; stunned for a second. And then, he chuckled.

‘Don’t take the devil too serious, Staka’ he said. ‘You know he’s a thief; so, he trying to steal the body of Moses was just him proving his nature.’

He paused a second. ‘Besides, what else will Satan fight over if not the body of a godly man, like that of Moses?’

Staka resumed. ‘So, have you ever wondered why Moses in the Bible kept being tempted with anger at different times in his life?

‘From when he angrily killed an Egyptian in a fight up till when he struck the Rock in anger.’

VeShadd was still for a bit as he raised head and listened a moment.


Staka went on. ‘The devil noticed Moses had a terrible temper and he kept hammering at that weak spot, using the Israelites to get him agitated often.

‘And that’s so he’d just do something that could make God run out of patience with him.

‘But Moses only suppressed his weakness for so long. It wasn’t dealt with at all.

‘So, sooner than later, the weakness cost Moses an entrance into the Promise Land!’

VeShadd bowed his head over his mobile phone as his fingers resumed fumbling with the device.

‘If you simply tell me anger can hinder my progress,’ he interposed, ‘then I will be fine. You don’t have to make everything spiritual. It should just be a moral thing; you know?’

Staka nodded. ‘That’s why I asked you the first question which we’re yet to address.

‘Satan didn’t come to steal the body of Moses like you said. He fiercely fought over the body because he had some claim over it.

‘And that explains why the only way Michael the Archangel could win over Moses’s body was by saying, “The Lord rebuke you, Satan!”

‘You see, Vee, there was no other justification that God’s Archangel could raise for a body that was subjected to anger and even terminated by it.

‘Satan had a claim over a body that’d been dominated and terminated by the sinful nature.

‘So, there was nothing else the Angel could save Moses with except only the intervention of God Himself.’

Staka’s words did hit right into VeShadd’s heart.

As a committed Christian himself, VeShadd had read the life of Moses from birth to death. But he hadn’t ever seen Moses from the perspective Staka was presenting it.


His friend’s explanation seemed to be born out of some divine revelation on God’s word.

VeShadd sat up and tossed his phone beside him. He decided to listen to his friend.

‘So you are saying weaknesses can destroy us even as Christians?’ he enquired.

Staka nodded. ‘Yes… they are what the Bible calls “besetting sins,” or “works of the flesh”.’

VeShadd wasn’t satisfied yet.

‘But isn’t the soul what we really need to care about?’ he asked. ‘Didn’t the Bible say we shouldn’t fear or worry about those who can kill the body but can’t kill the soul?’

Staka smiled. ‘You have your answer already, Vee…

‘It’s true our souls are of more importance than our body. Yet if the body weren’t of any significance, would God have sent Michael to fight for the body of Moses, uh?

‘It was that body that became a spiritual one and appeared in the company of Elijah at the Mount of Transfiguration.

‘My point is: what we do while we are in this body matters a whole lot and decides our spiritual state. Or else, the Bible wouldn’t have said that our body is the temple of the Holy Spirit.’

VeShadd nodded in agreement.

‘So, how can someone be free from the weaknesses of the flesh?’ he asked with interest.

Staka resumed. ‘I learnt from the Bible that God uses “fire” to free the soul from besetting weaknesses – as raw gold is refined with fire and made strong and pure.

‘And through the Bible, there are two types of fire which God uses to refine people.

‘The first isn’t so palatable. It is described as the fire of affliction.

‘It was the case with the Biblical Job. He was guilty of self-righteousness and arrogance. They were his second nature and they sieved through his conversations and even his prayers and sacrifices.

‘But God taught Job humility by taking him through a fiery trial. And by the time he came out of fire of affliction, he became an epitome of humility.’

Staka nodded at his friend. ‘I’m sure you know Job’s story.’

VeShadd replied. ‘Of course I do.’ He added. ‘Now, are you saying God will allow the devil to take me through a sad event to break me down? Just so I can overcome my weakness!’

Staka was expecting that sort of line from his friend.


‘Vee, Vee, Vee!’ he chuckled. ‘I’m happy you don’t want to go through that unpleasant fiery trial,’ he continued. ‘And that’s why God provides the second way out. The fire of the Holy Spirit.

‘You see, the fire of the Holy Spirit sanctifies a saved soul and frees it from the weaknesses.

‘Satan noticed Peter’s weakness was fear when Jesus called him to walk on water and he eventually succumbed to fear.

‘That was why, when the Devil wanted to make Peter fail, he went for his weakness.

‘And Peter feared again and denied Jesus. But then, Jesus prayed for him and gave him a second chance.

‘So, when the fire of the Holy Spirit fell on Peter at the upper room, it so burned his weakness that the Bible emphatically noted that Peter became so bold afterwards.’

Staka glanced at his friend. ‘You must have read Ben Carson’s story in Gifted Hands,’ he said.

VeShadd nodded in agreement.

Staka continued. ‘You’ll remember how Ben Carson got over the weakness of anger as a boy. Something that could have sent him to jail for murder.

‘He was furious and stabbed another boy so forcefully with his pen knife. Only for the knife to be stopped and broken by the boy’s large belt buckle.

‘And it dawned on Ben that fateful day that he would have killed someone and rot in jail, if not for God. And so, he ran home and locked himself up in his bedroom.

‘He prayed fervently to God to liberate him from his weakness right there and then. He said he wouldn’t step out of his room until God had absolutely got rid of his temper.

‘And it was until he knew for certain that God had completely taken away that he ended his prayers.’

‘Ben Carson grew up as a calm and composed neurosurgeon afterwards. And someone so cool and peaceful that his medical colleagues nicknamed him ‘Gentle Ben’!


‘You know, Jacob in the Bible was also adamant with God until his weakness was dealt with. He wrestled with God till God touched him – and the schemer became a God-dependent soul!’

VeShadd understood everything his friend had been talking about. He knew he had to pray desperately like Staka had explained.

But then, the fervent prayers seemed too much of a task for the busy sportsman.

The mountainous idea of a desperate prayer soon weakened the issue in VeShadd’s mind. And the sportsman was soon to go back to his initial conviction.

VeShadd soon felt there was no way common anger could be a massive problem in the future. Since he couldn’t ever even involve himself in a street fight, to say the least.

But what VeShadd didn’t know was that Staka’s words were a burning foreshadow.

A foreshadow of things he’d never be able to handle.


After Staka’s depature from the football academy, the academy manager wouldn’t give VeShadd the opportunity to launch out his carrier.

For he disliked him for his temper.

VeShadd tried to put up with the whole thing at first.

But when the sportsman saw younger footballers who’d joined the academy after him launching their carriers, he knew the delay in his launch was intentional.

The young footballer saw there was no hope for him launching out as a goalkeeper from the academy.


And by the time he was sixteen plus, VeShadd left the academy overseas and went back to his country Quitalia in North Africa.

He was desperate to do just anything football now. Whether join a local club there, or just find any sports job available.

But then, fortune smiled on VeShadd as he got a piece of good news one lovely evening.

It was a news piece that woke up his career from coma.

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