JCJ (voice low, almost trembling with awe):
Abdulai… it’s not just words anymore. It’s unfolding—just like it was written in Book of Revelation.

Abdulai Rahaman (fear creeping in):
What did you see?

JCJ (staring into the distance):
I saw the sky split… and out of the fire came the riders. Two hundred million strong. Just like the scripture—
“Twice ten thousand times ten thousand…”

Abdulai (whispers):
God help us…

JCJ (voice intensifies):
At the front… leading the charge… was Jesus Christ—but not as they paint him in churches.

Abdulai:
What do you mean?

JCJ:
He wore a skull-like visage… a war mask of judgment. And his eyes—burning. Flames of fire, like the prophecy says. Not mercy… not this time.

Abdulai (shaken):
And no one could stand against that?

JCJ:
Beside him… riding through the smoke and thunder… was Nelly Furtado. Not as a singer… but like a queen of the last days. His chosen. His witness.

Abdulai:
This sounds like the end of the world.

JCJ (grim):
For some, it is. They’re calling it judgment. A cleansing fire. And the armies? They move with one purpose.

Abdulai (barely able to say it):
Joseph Kony…

JCJ (nods slowly):
Dead or alive. No more hiding in jungles, no more ghosts in the dark. They believe heaven itself is hunting him now.

Abdulai (looking around nervously):
If that’s true… there’s nowhere left to run.

JCJ:
That’s the point. This isn’t just war anymore… it’s revelation. Fire, blood, and belief all at once.

Abdulai:
And us?

JCJ (locks eyes with him):
We don’t become monsters in the name of angels. We survive. We protect who we can. Because when the fire passes… someone has to remain human.

(Distant thunder rolls, like hooves across the sky.)

Abdulai (quietly):
Then may God have mercy… on all of us.