Sunday. Almost noon in Gaborone. From the pulpit, Pastor Godwill’s beady eyes follow his most-trusted foot soldiers lug bags of tithes behind a curtain where the money counting takes place.
With such a generous flock, he will move the church out of the tent into a proper building before Easter.
He will buy a house, then a jet. He raises his hands and sways to the rhythm of the closing hymn.
The church goers dissect the homily and sing the pastor’s praises as they file into the sunlight: “Oh, God! Daddy was on point today.” “May he stay blessed.” “Halleluja, Pastor.” “Amen, Pastor.”...
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