Some years earlier around 1998, a Christian student organization I belonged to was raising funds for a new bus. The aggressive fund-raising committee led by some friends of mine was visiting every nook and cranny of Port Harcourt in search of funds. That was how they found themselves bearing a letter to the office of a popular Pentecostal televangelist whose cathedral was in the Rumuokwuta area. They stated their mission to the Man of God’s secretary, after which they dropped their letter. Just as they were about leaving the office, the secretary called them back.
“What is this that you people wrote on this envelope?” She yelped, tossing the envelope at them.
The two emissaries looked at each other, then at the letter, and then at her. “We typed the Pastor’s name. Reverend Doctor Bla Bla Bla.”
“You people should not upset the Man of God,” the secretary warned, with a wag of the finger, “His correct title is Reverend Doctor Engineer. Don’t you people watch him on TV? Don’t you see how his name is written there? Better go and address that letter properly before coming back.”
The Lord has lifted the Man of God since my friends’ mortal error. The very next year, he became Bishop Dr. Engineer Bla Bla Bla. These days, he has sacrificed both the Doctor and Engineer titles; only retaining the humble double of Bishop Apostle. I am genuinely surprised that he hasn’t become Archbishop Professor by now. But this good bishop has nothing on the man whose picture you see below. That one, I gather, is the Bishop of the Whole World.









