In the beginning was God.
And he got bored because the world was void. God knew not how he came. He had always existed. He is, was and is.
He couldn't die, so he couldn't be said to be alive. He was. He just was.
At some point, a thought came into his head. Now one can't say where this thought came from. Or if this thought gave him a sense of purpose. But it was a good thought.
So he spoke. And there was light. And with that light, he saw lots of darkness. And space, lots of space. The kind of space that will put a smile on an Ikwerre man's face.
So off to work he set. A planet here and a planet there. The world was his creative playground. All he had to do was speak and it became. The original talk and do.
