AIT presenter Lara Wise, is seriously angry with her mechanic as she took to social media to let everyone know mechanics will not make heaven.
Sharing her experience with one, she wrote:
He is not my mechanic. My mechanic of over four years is far from my house. This guy is just a walking distance away from my house. We see everyday as I drive out and in. We got acquainted over the years having realized we share the same faith. He is so passionate about God. I would sometimes stop by to gist. We would talk politics, faith, and life in general. He fixed very minor problems on the car ranging from replacing lose screws to greasing tight knots. Minor stuff.
Two weeks ago he told me my 'silencer' was leaking and driving the car like that would cost me too much fuel. He went under the car, told me it was completely condemned. He brought it out, and, yes, it was. I had worked on it severally. We had to buy a new one. He told me how much. We haggled. I paid. Left the car with him. Hoped in a taxi to do my runs. He returned the car at night. Following morning,
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On Saturday , I drove to my main mechanic to discuss some pending issues and as soon as I drove in, he told me my 'silencer' was leaking. I shot him a terrible glance of " you must be out of your mind. My 'silencer' is brand new". He got under the car and screamed. "Madam, did you say this 'silencer is new?" to which I replied in the affirmative. He took pictures from underneath the car and showed me on his phone. I felt my breakfast fighting its way up from my stomach to my throat.
I called my 'brother' and handed the phone to my mechanic and he got a tongue lash from him for being so dubious.
My 'brother' then told me to bring it back on Monday since it was a Saturday and he had just been bereaved.
I went to his shop and all I asked was for us to drive to where he purchased my 'silencer'. I was no longer the sweet madam he was used to. I opened the passenger side door and insisted he must hop into the car.
Then his countenancechanged.
He went flat on the floor begging in the name of God.
I asked him to bring out the 'silencer'.
Ladies and gentlemen, look at the pictures.
Old, worn-out 'silencer'.
He confessed that he got an old 'silencer' and refurbished it for me. He said he bought some iron sheets and wrapped the old 'silencer' from inside.
He begged and begged.
I was hamstrung.
I should give him till next weekend to get me what I paid for.
I was sad and I still am.
What we do to ourselves in terms of harm and wickedness is grave and so unimaginable.