Religious Unity

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AHMED: Hey, where do you think that you're coming to?
PAUL: Mosque of course. 
AHMED: why are you coming with your phones with their chargers and personal computer? Is the mosque safe?
PAUL: Sure the mosque is safe. I will be charging my devices with the mosque's electricity generator while worshipping. After all, I saw Bridget, the church usher, your side chic charging your phone at the altar last sunday.
AHMED: Wow! Don't loud that, Halimat must not know about Bridget. Come inside and worship your maker while I give Halimat your devices to charge for you.
PAUL: Thanks but don't bother, just get me Khadijat, she'll help with the charging.
AHMED: Oops, is she your side-chic? Be careful, Abubakar, her main guy is in the mosque presently.
PAUL: Of course, I will be. See, my new Koran.
AHMED: Wow, it is beautiful. I have a bible too and it is under my pillow. I think God is teaching us something here. We are one.
PAUL: Of course, He is talking, only if we will listen. The case of this incessant power outage in the country, where we get to charge our appliances at religious centres is God's way of saying; "be united, I created darkness that you may seek light together."

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