THE PROPHET THAT CAST OUT NETWORK FAILURE
THE PROPHET THAT CAST OUT NETWORK FAILURE
It all started on a seemingly ordinary Tuesday. You know, the kind of Tuesday where the sun refuses to shine and the Wi-Fi refuses to work. Yes, that day. I was scrolling through my phone, eyes glued to Instagram, dreaming of TikTok fame and online business growth, when tragedy struck: network failure.
. At first, I thought it was a temporary glitch. Maybe the router was tired. Maybe the Wi-Fi gods were taking a coffee break. But no, it was full-on, catastrophic, soul-crushing network failure. My phone displayed the words “No Service” in bold, cruel letters, as if mocking my online trading ambitions personally.
I tried everything. Airplane mode on, airplane mode off, restarting the phone, chanting the age-old phrase “please work, please work,” and even bribing my router with leftover bread crumbs. Nothing. Absolute nothing. Not even a single bar for cryptocurrency portfolio tracking.
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The Prophet of Connectivity Arrives
And then, as if summoned by the cries of frustrated millennials everywhere, he appeared: the prophet of connectivity.
No, I’m not joking. He arrived in white robes, holding a staff that looked suspiciously like a selfie stick, and a smartphone blessed with the speed of a thousand fiber optic cables. He stood atop my neighbor’s fence dramatically, like a man who had personally negotiated with Google, Amazon Web Services, and MTN at the same time to optimize digital payments.
"Fear not," he declared, voice echoing like a Wi-Fi signal bouncing off the clouds. "I shall cast out network failure from this land!"
I blinked. My cat blinked. Even the local hawker paused mid-sale. Surely this was not real. But the prophet’s confidence was intoxicating, almost as if he had personally audited global fintech transactions and knew every loophole.
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Rituals of Digital Liberation
He began his ritual. First, he raised the smartphone high, spinning it in slow circles like a magician preparing for the grand finale. Then, he muttered ancient codes—things that sounded suspiciously like Wi-Fi passwords from 2007.
"Router, obey!" he shouted. "Ethernet spirits, hear me!"
Neighbors began gathering. Some filmed on their phones, while others prayed silently, unsure if this was spiritual fervor or investment strategy coaching disguised as a ritual. I watched, mesmerized, as he chanted and gestured. Every movement seemed deliberate, almost choreographed, as if he had studied interpretive dance to optimize online banking systems.
Minutes turned into hours. Sweat glistened on his forehead. I swear I saw sparks flying from the router. My phone, previously displaying “No Service,” flickered with hope.
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The Miracle of Full Bars
The prophet clapped his hands and shouted: "Rejoice! The signal shall return!"
And then, miracle of miracles, the Wi-Fi bar appeared. Full strength. Four glorious bars, bright and shining like a beacon of cryptocurrency market alerts. Notifications flooded in like rivers breaking through dams.
I received texts from people I hadn’t spoken to in years. Emails I never wanted arrived in my inbox. Even my grandmother, who still calls me to remind me to eat, sent a WhatsApp message simply saying: “God bless the prophet.”
I wanted to hug him, but he raised a hand. “Do not touch, for the blessings are pure and may be diluted by human contact,” he warned.
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Life With Seamless Connectivity
I sat down, overwhelmed. My phone buzzed incessantly. TikTok videos loaded instantly. Netflix streaming was smoother than a jazz saxophone. I could even video call my cousin in Japan without buffering.
The prophet had indeed cast out network failure, and the world was suddenly a brighter, faster place. But the story does not end there. Oh no.
Word spread like wildfire. People from neighboring towns, cities, and even other continents came to witness the prophet in action. Someone brought him a router made of gold. Another offered a smartphone encrusted with diamonds. Yet, he accepted nothing, insisting that “true connection is spiritual, not material.”
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ISPs in Panic Mode
Soon, local ISPs took notice. They called meetings, panicked, trying to understand how a man in white robes could outperform billions of dollars in tech infrastructure. Some suggested hiring him as Chief Technical Officer. Others feared he was a hacker in disguise.
Meanwhile, the prophet continued his work. He healed broken routers. He blessed lagging laptops. He even intervened during an intense Zoom meeting where the manager’s video froze mid-rant. Employees everywhere felt inspired, rejuvenated, and oddly entertained.
I decided to follow him, hoping to learn the sacred techniques of the prophet. I attempted to mimic his chants, waved my own smartphone like a magical staff, and even danced awkwardly in my living room. Nothing worked. My Wi-Fi, though decent, lacked the divine spark needed for high-frequency trading apps.
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The Sacred Balance of Router and Spirit
The prophet smiled at my efforts. “Faith alone does not grant connection. Respect the sacred balance between router and spirit, mortal,” he said.
By the end of the week, I noticed a strange phenomenon. People’s phones were working better than ever. Laptops processed faster. Even streetlights seemed to blink in rhythm with incoming notifications. It was as if the prophet had infused the entire town with the essence of seamless online financial transactions.
I realized something profound. This man was not just a prophet. He was a revolutionary. A technological messiah bridging the gap between digital banking, fiber optics, and streaming.
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The Legend Grows
Of course, life went on. People returned to work, school, and normal routines, but the legend of the prophet persisted. Parents told their children bedtime stories about the day network failure was cast out. ISPs quietly improved infrastructure.
And I, personally, developed a new habit: whenever my Wi-Fi lagged even slightly, I would whisper: “Prophet, bless this connection for my cryptocurrency trades and e-commerce payments.”
The final lesson? Sometimes, the world is absurd. Sometimes, the solutions to our most modern problems require a little faith, a little humor, and a prophet in white robes waving a smartphone like Excalibur.
Because in a world of buffering, spinning wheels, and endless “checking connection” messages, laughter—and divine intervention—are the true financial power-ups.
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