SUNDAY MUSING I have a woman who trade up about N40, 000 every month for a place in the afterlife. Her 10% is around that amount. And to be sincere with you, that has always been a source of friction between us for a while now. I just cant get my head around why someone will write a cheque of N40K every month for man that sits pretty in a place he calls a church, without doing anything worthwhile, but talk and make promises of a good life in an afterlife he has no evidence of! Thats guaranteed money for doing arguably nothing, all in the name of tithe! So much money for working just once a week while my woman works her butts off working 6 days a week! And thats beside the other N40Ks, more or less from many other congregants and you wonder how pastors are living large? Well, Ive been trying to make my woman see the rationale and the mathematics of these things but shes been hypnotised, she just wont bulge! “Picture this”, I told her. “N40K every month is someone elses salary. The amount he uses to take care of his entire family, wife and all. Do you know what this amount to every other year? Thats a whooping N480K! And considering the fact that youve been doing this for the past 5 years that Ive known you, thats a staggering N2.4m! Do you know what you could have done with that?” I asked with my hands thrown up, perplexed. “Heres what. You could have finished your house you are building that has been abandoned at foundation level for years now. You could have gotten yourself a new car or got one for the kids. You could have started and finished that your course thats supposed to propel you to an even higher management level in your office— you know how much you want this to happen. “The N480K that it amount to alone in a year would have been enough to take care of the school fee of that Ivy League school you want Tayo, our firstborn, to attend. Remember how much you long to have him to enrol in the school?” I asked, hoping to touch an emotional nerve in her. “Well, guess what? The preachers children will go to that school on the account of your remittances. He will buy himself several cars and build mansions from your SWEAT! He will go to London or New York and do one kangaroo course and acquire for himself the prefix “Dr” before his name. He will go to the Bahamas in the summer for holidays, a luxury you can never afford. He will start living large, no thanks to your foolishness!” I concluded, expecting her to thank me for opening her eyes to this. Guess what people? After this my speech, my woman will remain thoughtful for a minute, shake her head at how insightful I sounded, makes a promise she’ll review her stance and my face will light up glowingly saying to myself, “Finally, we are making progress.” But next month again, she’ll write another cheque and submit it in the church!!! Where do these preachers get their hypnotic powers from?! High level hypnotism! Sometimes I wished I could just club her head to wakefulness, and jolt her out of this hypnotism. Every month as she write these cheques, I wished I have the means to snatch it from her or make it bounce. But it never bounces and it gets to this conman they call daddy. Yet Im older than him and I was never referred to as daddy. I’m not giving up on her though. I know somewhere inside her there a reasoning instinct, the reason I’m with her in the first place. If every other Christians take leave of their senses when it comes to issues of their faith, I know my woman won’t be that shallow. I’ll keep knocking on that door till I get to her. The family cannot continue to WASTE 40K every other month on a con-artist. Culled from, The Memoirs Of Mr Ogidigbo©. All rights reserved
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 12:01:54 +0000
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