As far back as I can remember I have been a church boy. I started out being committed to church life by singing in a children’s choir at age 11 (I sang the bass part… can you just imagine?) at a Methodist Church in Calabar, Nigeria. It sort of laid the foundation for what became my long romance with the concept of church and the mechanisms behind its functioning. As young as I was, my innocence was characterized by the appreciation of the beauty of the church system, and the intricate complications of its functioning etched deep marks on my tender heart that will last till this day. I loved the spirit people put up, the singing, the preaching, the fellowship, and the strife as well. At least it gave us a story to enhance our communication from time to time.