As soon as news of my most recent 'challenge' hit the media, people have gone on to question my credentials, ridiculing me about my MBA in theology. What bad-mindedness!

They don't understand fully that there is a business side to religion. Which church or religious organisation can survive without money, especially if it has branches all over the world? And I do have a few. For a man of the cloth to properly guide his flocks, he must be business savvy and have sound knowledge of financial administration.

In theology, financial matters are slightly different to mainstream finance; you know those weekly tithes and offerings, those fat cheques? You have to have someone who has the financial dexterity to use and distribute such, a $5,000 here, and a $3,000 there. And who better to oversee such allotments than the reverend himself?

So after labouring in the vineyards of academia to apprise myself of the rudiments of financial theology, I really don't see what the fuss is all about. An MBA in any discipline is an MBA, even if it is one as unique as mine. Then, they are also on to my PhD in divinity, but I will not get into that one. I really don't think those ignoramuses who clearly have a case of academic envy will understand. Just when I thought the envy of that statue at Emancipation Park had subsided.

The double standards are so pronounced, I can't imagine. For there are deejays going around calling themselves doctor this and doctor that, and nobody is squealing. Yet, I, a man of God, am now under scrutiny. Look from when I am Reverend and Doctor. I'm telling you man. I could never have prophesied this.

And talking about deejays, what has become of that gorgon I baptised years ago? I heard we actually are in similar places, but at different locations. Is it true? Don't tell me it's true! Was our labour in vain? Where is Brother D when I need him most?

Oh God, deliver us from the Philistines!

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