At first I thought it was just the gbush gbush kye beat that endeared me, but then the chorus grew on me too; ♬Don’t mess with my clique clique clique♪♪. And that’s what made that song a hit on my non-spirito charts. Hip hop isn’t alone in the promotion of cliques, all the major telcos have special rates for you and your best friends. There are cliques everywhere; primary schools, churches, prison, even God has a clique; the 12 elders. Jesus had a clique and Mary and Lazarus were in it. If you don’t have a clique though then you just come and use your cloth to tie mine.
I was never one for cliques, because me-ah I wasn’t a cool kid back in the day and since that was the only worthwhile clique to be in, I thought it best to remain clique-less. Then much later I became emotionally lazy and it seemed like too much work managing and aligning with the whims, interests and habits of several people. But I’ve changed, I’m so much better now, and I cherish the extremely ambitious, very assertive and incredibly selfless friends God has given me. They’re like me in that we don’t do the whole “the proof that we’re friends is that we talk often and hang out often’ thing. Some of my closest friends, I don’t get to speak with in weeks or months, but when we do, ooh my oh my oh my! You’d think we’d never been apart. I love that.
I’m sure there are cliques that are so much more awesome, but there’s none I dig more than the 5 guys from Capernaum, aka Cap Town. You may have heard of them, they made the headlines in Matthew 9, Mark 2 and Luke 5. Now those guys set a whole new standard in Clique-dom. Here’s why;
So Jesus had recently started his ministry, Matthew wasn’t even a disciple yet. He’d just come home from delivering that guy who’d been possessed by demons in Gerasa and Jesus sent them into pigs, the same guy because of whom some people think pork is bad. How can pork be bad? Have you had Tasty Jerk or Crossroads pork? Does it taste like any of the demons followed it to present day Osu or North Kaneshie? How can there be any evil in such sumptuousness?!! But you, I digress, that’s a talk for another day.
Back to the matter. So Jesus had returned home when people started coming from everywhere to hear him. His whole house was jammed because he was trending #MiracleCenter! Then four guys realized that this could be it for Kwame B. Finally, the fifth man of their chaskele team, their piloloo and police and thief squad, this could be his breakthrough, his comeback! They got to his house, carried him on a mat and back to Jesus’ house where the crowd had grown even thicker. “Tweaaaa” they said to themselves “The way we know paaah that Jesus is in that house, unless you people turn into boiling palmnut soup, even that kraa we’ll swim.”
So they got Kwame on the roof and had the audacity to make a hole in it. They made a hole in someone’s roof then dropped Kwame through. Jesus was there noor, he saw something coming down, the last time something had been coming down like that he was in the Jordan and John the Baptiste was ministering. Only this time, it wasn’t a voice, it wasn’t a dove, it was a paralyzed man! On a mat! Jesus saw the ‘paralyst’ then the friends and [NOTE WELL] when he saw the faith of the four, he said to the paralyzed man “Your sins are forgiven.”
Now I dont know about you, but I think anyone going anywhere in life needs a 4 like that. I mean imagine if they were the kind to be clubbing or plotting how to advance in their land guard career, would they even have thought to go get Kwame? What if these four were soooo busy chasing a promotion at work that there was no way they could have made it for that church retreat? What if they had that paranoid mindset about healing “Who’s this healer healer kraa that’s making noise? You people, look inside well ooo, yoo. We’ve seen some before”
These four weren’t sampling Joy Daddy bitters or discussing the shortage of male porn actors in Japan, they were full of faith. It won’t have been enough if only two believed, the united faith of the four made every obstacle between their paralyzed friend and the Messiah insignificant.
Beyond writing on his wall and saying TYLJ and HBD and sending whatsapp prayers and ‘share this prayer with 10 people’ messages, they literally carried his ass up a roof and through it. Beat that!
Now if you cant count four friends who can do that for you, you need to get off facebook and make some meaningful friends! You’ve got to do an assessment and figure out if they’re already in your life but you aren’t appreciating them enough. You’ve got to be very very cautious about who you add to your clique; it could be the difference between a Joy Daddy debate and your healing. If the people you’re closest to have strange priorities and draw more pride from the number of girls they’re playing than the number of days they can fast, bruva you need to wake up!
If your girls got more sugar daddies than zero, you need to do the maths sweetie. You’ve got to sift and delete and re-add till you’ve got at least a good four to go with. Plus, if you’re the brightest, best, smartest, everything-est of your clique, you need to upgrade before complacency downgrades you. You need to be inspired, edified and challenged by your clique. You need to picture your dream life, living in your hacienda and if you cant see Mark, Brian, Eli and Charles in equally nice haciendas down the road, you need to do something about it.
It’s not that hard, just work at being better friends with God, and everything will fall in place, if you want it bad enough. If you’re already set, or when you finally get that clique in motion, you can do like me; ♬Don’t mess with my clique clique clique♪♪. Side-note: if you’re married or about to you’re in a better place if your partner is in your clique oo!
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