Way back in year 2003 I had not build a decent house. I was still in my small grass thatched house with a small kitchen which had some 3 iron sheets. There used to be a certain mad man who could move around with all his boarding things (mattress etc). He came home and straight to my little house despite the big houses around the homestead. He could only ask for food. I made sure that he gets something to eat. After several visits (no day he went without food as I had prior advised my wife), he came at night. While I was still seated with my dad in his verandah sharing life issues, I heard my wife screening. The man was already at my door. He wants to sleep. I wondered how this small house I can share with this mad man keeping in mind my little girl was sleeping on the floor. I decided to take this mad man to my brothers house which had nobody in it. To my huge surprise, the boy refused to sleep there. He opted to sleep in my small kitchen. My wife was like, if he disappears with our few utensils, I just told her to shut up and sleep. Whatever kind of courage I was having, must be a testimony. In the morning, the mad man asked for porridge. He took and told me, THANK YOU SO MUCH, GOD BLESS YOU! Thats the last day I saw that mad man. God knows how to test his believers. Never choose whom to welcome or help, you never know!
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 17:07:35 +0000
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