DEAR GOD...
Does God
exist? Does He not exist? Is Santa God minus the divine swag? Is He Santa’s
bigger, more powerful, better dressed, and more successful twin brother? Is He
a collection of ideas on a supreme and divine authority? To answer this
question, I went several better than the guy who wrote this famous article (the comments are gold): I shaved my head
(my scalp is really ugly), bought a few Mosaic
robes (and a pair of sandals that resembles that which Moses had to take off in
that burning grass story), left Lagos and went to my hometown. Now, in my town,
there’s a hill called the Olosunta. In the dry season, morningly mists hang thick over the land, North-Easterly Harmattan
winds blow a chill across the land, untended lips split in half, epidermises
left to their own devices gain an ugly whitish hue and Olosunta scrapes the
clouds. This was where I went to be near Nature, the driving force behind life.
I ate nothing but wild berries and the raw meat of