“There was a time in some churches when watching television was an abomination, but now it’s accepted. Those who also said they don’t take blood transfusion now also take it. If it can change, it was never the truth” — Apostle Femi Lazarus
Peter Drury next season after we sign Mateus Fernandes:
Mateus to Cunha, Cunha to Bruno, Bruno to Fernandes, Fernandes to Matheus, and Matheus back to Mateus.
Bishop David Oyedepo is often seen preaching and sharing the gospel at Toll Gate, Sango Ota. One thing he takes very seriously is winning souls.
He has been doing this for many years and still continues faithfully.
This is something truly worth learning from.
Oh my!!! I am so sorry about this
Here is what I think
I’ve dealt with dispatch riders for a very long time, so I know how most of them move. Honestly, this doesn’t even look like the rider’s handiwork to me.
1. Dispatch riders are usually too rough and sloppy for this kind of neat scooping. This food looks like it was tampered with in a calm and comfortable environment, not on the road or in a rush.
2. Most dispatch riders won’t even stress themselves over issues like this. Some of them won’t pick calls, reply messages, or even bother explaining anything. So the fact that this one was still communicating and trying to explain should count for something
3. From your explanation, the rider even went back to the customer’s location to confirm, and the customer refused to come outside. That part alone is very iffy. If the rider had truly eaten from the food, I highly doubt he would confidently go back there to verify anything.
So honestly, it’s looking like one of two things:
Either someone in the house tampered with the food before she personally opened it, or the customer is simply not being truthful.
My dad once told me that when he moved to Lagos in 1988, the first house he rented at 101 Powerline Orile-Agege was owned by a man named Mr. Ajakaye.
Instead of giving him a fixed rent, the landlord simply asked, “How much do you have?” my dad was shocked.
It didn’t stop there. Anytime my dad had a new child, this man would waive the rent for that month and the next two months. In fact, from the moment he heard my dad was planning to move into his own house in 1996, he stopped collecting rent entirely.
I often wonder if that kindness is what shaped my dad’s own generosity. He ran his house like a form of charity while he was alive and I’ve continued that legacy. For almost 8 years now, I haven’t increased the rent for the tenants in his house, despite how much things have changed.
The internet is a big place, but I just want to say thank you to that man Mr. Ajakaye. He was truly special, and I hope this message somehow reaches his children.