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A street hawker in Port-Harcourt prays that God provides heavily congested traffic A rich man in Lagos prays to avoid every congested traffic All these people are children of God After all, whether from the church or mosque, they both pray to the same God At this point I would ask if God shall rob Peter to pay Paul Are we not Oliver Twists after all? When a girl becomes a woman, she prays to God to become a mother When her fetus comes of age, she prays to God for safe delivery When her baby begins to grow, she prays to God to keep her baby When her baby is won and grown, she prays to God for grandchildren Sometimes I wonder why a boy must become a man Sometimes I wonder why a girl must become a mother Sometimes I wonder why there is day and night Sometimes I wonder why I am even asking these questions Somehow I knew the answer when I read Oliver Twist When the kitchen is stuffed and the cabinet spaces not blank. When there is excess money in the bank, we may not find much reason to cook. Only the rich or wealthy says life if good. Only a hungry stomach asks for food. Only Oliver Twist asks for more

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