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Heaven Came Down Today

I always wondered what it would feel like for heaven to come down on earth. Would there be food, would angels roam the streets? Would there be nonstop electricity? Would I see God? Several questions! Until that day, when it happened.
Like every other day, I was ready for the day's activities. I took my bowl full of the day's sales and went in search of iceblock. Honestly, with the way the day started, I would never have imagined that I would feel God's presence that day. I had to go to about six shops in search of iceblock to cool my drinks. They were all sold-out! Finally, I got two pieces at the price of #200 each. I was pissed already. Selling a packet of Coca-Cola came with a profit of 320 which meant that I had to sell 3 packs or more to make good profit. As I carried my bowls and cooler to the expressway, I remembered the food I bought in school earlier that day. I had bought it on credit because Aunty had made me go to school without breakfast and money. On regular days when she gave me breakfast, I could afford to go hungry in school.
So today, I wondered if I should tell Aunty that one of the soft drinks suddenly burst by itself. I could use the money to pay for the food. Yes? No? She would cut my ear off or even kill me. It was a bad idea. I got to my corner in the bush by the expressway and found a non-muddy patch to keep my load. Uche and Folly were already there and had sold about half a pack to vehicles passing by.
"Guy, I liv bred fo yu, chek bak of my tapolin,  " Uche said. It was his habit since he knew that aunty starved me most times. As I made to get the bread, I spotted the others running toward the main road, yes, a bus was coming.
Oh boy! Time to sell these things! I took up my smaller bowl and rushed to the vehicle, however, it didn't stop like some did. It kept moving on a slower pace to allow the passengers buy whatever they wanted as fast as possible.
"Heys, gimme Teem, " someone shouted. I dashed to the window grateful that I was making my first sales of the day. There was a fast exchange of items; cash and goods.  Then, everything happened too fast. I saw flashes of light. Immediately I got the #1000 naira note from the passenger and tried to balance the bowl on my head while running to keep up with the bus, heaven came down. Heaven, heaven on earth.
This was my glorious day. My pains were being washed away.
Suddenly, suddenly, the bus zoomed off! I was there, standing, #1000 in hand. Not a single change given to the passenger. This was heaven, because, it could feed me for two weeks.
Later that week at church, I wondered if I should drop it in the offering box. No, I realised that the pastor had enough #1000 notes in his wallet. I kept my piece of heaven. 

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