"You ok child? <guffaw>!"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You were saying."
"Aha" he said, wiping the tears from his eyes "What color was Mohammed?"
"Well, as far as I know he looked like the Arabs"
"What color was Bhudda?"
"He looked like the Asians"
"What color were Krishna and Vishnu" Krishna looked like the people who worshiped him but Vishnu is blue.
"Blue? <guffaw>! Ok forget Vishnu, do you see a pattern here?"
"Well, I do see that everyone has a deity whom they can relate too."
"Exactly! Now, does it make sense to you, and just listen to me for one second. Does it make sense to be caught up in a religion that tells you other people are the chosen ones? That you cannot relate to the deity?"
"Well" I said "People always have different ways of interpreting stuff"
"Like how?"
"Well, at one point there was the theory that you were black, and that the black Jews where the true Jews. Now can I ask you a personal question?"
"Shoot"
Gabe brought out the gun again and blasted Jesus with a shot of glory.
"Arf, arf, arf, arf!"
"<guffaw>!"
I couldn't help but feel at ease with these two holy of men having fun here in my living room.
"Anyway," I continued "You have the tattoo of a black man on your shoulder.
Who is that?"
"That's God"
"I beg your pardon?"
"That's God himself"
"He’s black?"
"He’s From Ogbomosho"
"Are you telling me God is from Africa?"
"Nope, Africa is from God."
"Hmm. Tell me about creation. Who was right? Darwin or the Bible"
"Well, this is how it went."
.....[There was a cloud of smoke and before I knew it I was right there in the beginning. I narrate to you the events I saw in this vision].
A middle age black man is sitting down watching the tape of the fight between the good guys and the bad guys.
"O ti ba je fun Lucifer yen" he said in Yoruba ("Things are now going to be hell for that traitor Lucifer").
"Bobo yen ro pe o ma ga mi sha. Ahn! O ri e ti daru. ("The silly fool thought he could deceive me. His head is inaccurate").
The black man, whom I now realize as God, gets up and paces round the room. He then goes to his closet and puts on some sparkling bright royal regalia and then sits on the throne. In order that you might understand the next series of events I'll continue his speech in English.
Once on the throne he thinks aloud (and believe me when I say that he thinks aloud! His mouth does not move).
"Let me call all my children and tell them what I have planned"
"Yemoja! Mohammed! Bhudda! Orunmilla! Sango! Obatala! Papa Legba! Jesus! Krishna!.... come over here... now!"
All his children come over and sit in a circle around him.
"I am proud of you for putting up a good fight against evil. However, I have one more problem. I cannot think of a punishment so severe to deal to this evil one. What do you suggest?"
Bhudda says: "Why don't you create a lake of fire and call it hell, as you always use the term anyway. Then send them there forever!"
Applause. <Cheer> "Hear Hear!"
Bhudda looks around sheepishly and grins.
God: "Good suggestion. But is that enough?"
Sango: "If I may interrupt the gentleman from Heaven. Allow me to first say what an honor it is to be talking before you, Olodumare (God).
(At this point, I realize that it was from Sango that idea of congress and senate later came about).
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