People are so so generous.
Or maybe I’m just lucky.
In the past couple of days alone I’ve been offered…
- £1,000,000 in the UK National Lottery by the Black Student Association.
- US$4,500,000 from Burkina Faso.
- US$1,680,000 from Burkina Faso. (Because I’m trustworthy – thanks. Though I may have to marry Jennifer or take her as a sister to get through the formalities of releasing the funds. Best fly to Ouagadougou first to check her out.)
- £1,000,000 from Chevron/Texaco
- A 2011 MERCEDES BENZ GL 550 and £1.000,000. (They advise me to spend the money wisely – not all in the one shop.)
- US$600,000 (Is that all?) from Cote d’Ivoire (which I’m encouraged to share with the needy).
- US$5,000,000 again from Burkina Faso. (Such a rich generous place.)
Which comes to £3M plus US$11.78M and the Merc. And that’s all for me after anyone else has had a cut. Happy Days!
And more important than the money and the car has been the warmth of the language. I’ve been called Beloved, Dear, Dearest in Almighty God and Cher Ami – and offered a hand in marriage, don’t forget.
It’s all too much. What should I do? I’m looking to someone wiser for inspiration. SamHenry was recently nominated for an award, but her sense of fairplay prevented her from accepting. Do you know, I think I’ll follow her example and say – thanks folks, for your very kind offers, but I’m just not worthy. I’d accept a pint though if you’re in the neighbourhood.
(But if anyone else wants to contact these kind generous souls – I’ll pass on their details. For a small fee of course. Say, oooh, ten grand. C’mon, that’s peanuts compared to what lies in wait for you.)