As john paul11 lay dying, he sent for james ibori and Lucky
Igbinedon. When they arrived at the Vatican City, they were ushered into the
pope’s bedroom. As they entered, His Holiness held out his hands and motioned
them to sit on each side of the bed. The pope grasped their hands, sighed
contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For some time, no one said
anything. Both Ibori and Igbinedon were touched and flattered that the old pope
could ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were so puzzled
because the pope never gave any indication that he liked either of them. Finally,
ibori asked, “Fader which one? Wetin you ask the two of us come do here?”. The
old pope mustered up some strength and said weakly, “Jesus died between two
thieves ……. I will like to die like him.”
When you are rich and powerful, no one will challenge you to
your face, or give you a chance to explain yourself. All the whispers are
behind your back.you are left with ni means of clearing your own name. and
after a while, you realize there is no point in even attempting to do so.”no
one wants the truth . all anyone wants
is the chance to add more fuel to the fire of gossip.the whisper becomes so
loud that sometimes you think you will drown in them”
“nobody escapes, and nobody how it will catch up with him. What
is the use of haggling over time? What is
a long life, anyhow? A long past. And the the future always extends only to the next breadth. Beyond
that, we know nothing.
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