A big burly man visited the Pastor’s house and asked to see the Minister’s wife, a woman well known for her

charitable impulses, “Madam” he said in a broken voice, “I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a

poor family in this district. The father is dead, the mother is too ill to work and the nine children are starving. They

are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless someone pays their rent which amounts to $400.” “How

terrible” exclaimed the preacher’s wife. “May I ask who you are?” The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief

to his eyes and said “I’m the Landlord”. He sobbed.

How i wish Nigerian landlords will behave like this, soliciting for help for their tenants.

Very good, friend.