I had a good friend from Angola named Jesus. At first when he told me his name I thought that he was joking, I kept on asking repeatedly, until I saw the brother was not joking, his friends were calling him Jesus, well, I might just as well get used to it.
Maybe his name played a role in me becoming a Christian, every time you call him, you'd think of Jesus.
They tried to bury us, they didn't know we were seeds.