He was born in a stable, in an obscure village, from there he travelled many miles far away from home, he never went to college, he never had a lot of money, he became a normadic preacher, popular opinion turned against him, he was was betrayed by a close friend and his other friends ran away, he was unjustly condemned to death, crucified on a cross among common thieves on a hill overlooking the town dump and wen dead, was laid in a borrowed grave........ Twenty centuries have come and gone, empires have risen and fallen, mighty armies have marched and powerful rulers have reigned. Yet no one has affected men as he. He is the central figure of the human race. He is the messiah the son of God.
Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu
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