How Samuel Met Elijah at Boateng's House
Samuel had always been a seeker, a wanderer in search of something he could never quite define. Samuel had heard of Boateng's house through a friend, who described it as a place where one could find not just shelter, but also answers. As Samuel stepped through the door, he was greeted by the warm glow of candlelight and the soft hum of conversation. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and myrrh. He wandered through the rooms, observing the eclectic collection of artifacts, books, and artwork that adorned the walls. In the heart of the mansion, Samuel found himself drawn to a small, dimly lit study. There, seated in a high-backed leather chair, was a man with an aura of tranquility and wisdom. His name was Elijah. His presence commanded attention, not by force, but by the sheer depth of his calm. Elijah looked up from the book he was reading and smiled warmly at Samuel. "Welcome," he said, his voice soothing and resonant. "I am Elijah. Please, ha
