GOD OF THE RICH, HOPE OF THE POOR

May 6, 2020

GOD OF THE RICH, HOPE OF THE POOR

THE EXPANSIVE BOARDROOM was tastefully furnished. The soft leather of the expensive chairs, the wooden paneling of the walls and the thick red rug spoke of affluence. Soft background music flittered in from concealed speakers. The humming of the air conditioners ensured the tropical heat was kept out of the grand occasion.

The board members were seated with other very important dignitaries of the state. The Chief
Executive of the corporation stood up to welcome me. He had prepared a flowing address for the
occasion. He said it was his honour and privilege to introduce me, the man of God who has been such a pride to the nation. He was almost running over himself to please and associate with me. He presented the plaque shaking hands, smiling and bowing. Camera flashes lit up our faces. There was a rousing ovation.

occasion. He said it was his honour and privilege to introduce me, the man of God who has been such a pride to the nation. He was almost running over himself to please and associate with me. He presented the plaque shaking hands, smiling and bowing. Camera flashes lit up our faces. There was a rousing ovation.

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