Three Nigerians went to Church . . .

On a Sunday evening, three Nigerian businessmen, each of them from different ethnic tribe, head to church to thank the Lord for giving them a prosperous year in their business ventures.

The first man goes forward, kneels before the altar and then presents his offering, which lies inside a briefcase.

“My Lord,” he says, “I cannot thank you enough for the blessings you and heaped upon me this year. My business has prospered, and I give all the glory to you. To show how much I appreciate your generosity, I bring forth the collection of money I have made and would like to offer a reasonable amount to the church.”

The man takes a stick of chalk out of his pocket, then continues.

“With this chalk, I will rule a straight line on the ground, and whichever bundle of money falls on the other side is what I will dedicate to you.”

The man scratches a line on the ground, then takes out the bundles of money inside his briefcase. He gathers them in his arms and throws them into the air. He stands back and watches as they fall to the ground. Several bundles land on his side of the chalk line, while others land on the opposite side. The man gathers up the ones that landed on his side back into the briefcase and leaves the rest for the church.

It is then that the second businessman arrives. He makes like the former person and kneels in the same spot before the altar. He has his offering beside him. He says a similar prayer as the former, then takes out a stick of chalk from his pocket and draws a large circle in the space in front of him.

“With this circle that I have drawn,” the man declares, “I will cast my entire offering into the air. Whichever bundle of money falls inside, I will dedicate to the church, and to you, my Lord. While whichever lands outside, I will humbly keep for myself.”

The man does similar action as his former counterpart had done, and hurls his bundles of money high above his head, then stands back to watch them land on the ground. Several fall within the circled space, while others fall outside it. The man gathers the ones that fell outside, says his thanks, then leaves the church.

The third businessman arrives minutes later, equally adorned in native attire, carrying a bulging briefcase in his hand. He kneels where his former counterparts have before and mutters a similar prayer of gratitude. When it comes time to present his offering, he gathers his bundles of money in his arms and looks at the altar.

“I will humbly wish to dedicate half of the large sum that you, my Lord, have blessed me with this year. I am going to throw them into the air, and whichever bundles that fall to the ground are what I will keep for myself, whereas whichever bundles that the Lord catches in the air, I will be so grateful for him to keep for himself.”

This is a watered-down humorous tale, and shouldn’t be taken literally. If you can grasp the punch-line at the end, then that means you enjoyed it, so don’t forget to clap.

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