A Cloud of Dust
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The next day, Sunday, his Nissan Bluebird sedan roared into life at the first turn of the ignition. Relief all over his face, Imma was thankful that the battery had survived two days of idleness. The city centre was behind him in fifteen minutes, and he sped up on the highway to his village. Recalling the events of last night at the Full Gospel Businessmen’s Fellowship meeting, joy bubbled up from inside, and a peace he had never known enveloped him.
The welcome had struck Imma first. The Happiest People on Earth, proclaimed in colourful letters on a stand by the door and on banners hanging on walls across the room. “What a claim,” Imma had muttered.
Then his recent struggles with fatigue, anxiety and general discontent came into his mind. He tried to compare t
