In the last 48 hours, I went on a giving spree.
I’ve given out about N1. 5m of my money and have triggered another N1m from my friends
Church, security men, banana hawkers, widows and others have benefited
Remember, I once told you guys that I empty my accounts every night and start reflating the next day
It was as if I had joined Jesus Christ again as he was sharing fish and agege bread with 5,000 people
The more I give, the more it is coming. The thing no want to finish
I don’t know what drives me as I show no fear with no savings and paltry investnents
But the smiles, the renewed hope and the prayers I get, I cannot buy in the market.
The chorus of – God bless you- from whole communities turns immediately into a shield and an armour of protection
This evening, as I slept on the couch in my office, the devil came.
I was paralysed. Scientists call it sleep paralysis as I could not move or breath.
I shouted, but nobody heard me. I felt I was being punished cos I was bored and had impure thoughts which appears to have been barred.
After what seemed like an eternity, the witch left me, and I jumped up, perspiring with sweat.
I thanked God, shut my system and took my phone only to see an alert of N100k from my friend saying – use it anyhow you want.
My people, its not until you give a million that you can impact
Start buying whole trays of bananas from the hawkers. Buy all the bread on the little boy’s head.
You will be surprised at how much N20k would do for that mallam selling tomatoes or that woman hawking ‘Okrika’.
Nothing beats the sense of fulfilment you get once the debit alert hits you and moves to put a smile and joy in another life.
My friend, Moses just gave me 50k this night to send to the Boli woman
She will be on her mat now, thanking God, not knowing that another N50k will hit her in the morning.
Giving is what makes a man, and guess what? Giving is the greatest source of grace.
Try it
Duke of Shomolu