I started working for this pastor when I was young. The church was young too. He wasn’t married then. I became like his personal assistant. I’ll run errands, prepare the room for service and do other things he required me to do.
The pastor got an opportunity to travel abroad for a year, and by the time he came back, the church had scattered. The people he left in charge had squandered the church money, sold some of the properties and members too have left.
I was the only member standing. He called on me and we started rebuilding again. He came with money and sponsorship so things were easier then. Just when the church was getting on its feet, my elder brother came for me to Nigeria to work with him.
He tried to stop me from going but I felt I needed more in life than just being a pastor’s errand boy. I spent five years in Nigeria. The dream my elder brother sold to me withered beyond recognition.
We spent years watering it but it didn’t work. We were hungry and desperate. I picked up my things and came back to Ghana. There was nothing for me to do. A lot has changed. Many things have outgrown me. I walked around unrecognized and……Read Full Story Here………………
