He clearly had doctrinal issues and twisted scriptures to soothe his stance. He was trying to correct someone who didn't know much about the Bible, except for singing "I love Jesus, he's my friend." We patiently listened to him while he scolded the young Christian; apparently, it was an issue of morality, just a minor misdemeanor in my opinion. The girl was really sad, broken, confused, and ashamed. Looking for backup after the long sermon, he asked my husband in Yoruba, "Egbon, se mo paro?" (Meaning: Big brother, did I lie/Am I lying?). In a soft, measured tone, my darling husband replied: "Iro ko le so, O to le pa" (You did not lie, you killed the truth). Him: 😳😠🤯 Me: (outwardly) 😔 (inside) 😁😂 The girl: (with a lightened face) 😂🙌🏽💫 He never spoke to us again even when we tried to fix the situation, he was still angry. To Angry T: We're sorry the truth hurts. Please forgive us but you hurt that girl badly.