The last thing Kunle could remember was that he slept last night. He looked around, nothing looks familiar. However, the sparkles from this land was admirable, gold, and other precious stones lay on the entire floor of this city. Everything was perfectly structured, the architecture, buildings, and every element that made up the city was made from a precious stone.
Kunle could only imagine this place to be a paradise, he had not seen anything as such. What has brought me here?, am I died?, He questioned himself as he perceived the lonely path. He had heard of heaven, and of it splendor, but it was more beautiful than was told.
The trees were exceptional, and he was spiritually awaken. The serenity of the environment made him amazed as he stared persistently. "This must be paradise", he said, but what scared him was the fact that he must have being dead to have seen himself in a place like this.
Before he could take a step further, a man with four wings appeared to him with a book, on it was boldly written "Book of life". Only those whose name was written in it would make it into the gate that led to this paradise. The book contained everything a man did while he was on earth, the good and bad vividly written.
His good activities was the gate pass to be a citizen in the city called paradise only if it surpassed the evil he had done.