COMMUNION SERVICE: THE FINALE

So I sat down quietly after closing the door like four times. The first time I didn’t want to be rough, the second I tried harder, the third I was getting the hang of it and on the last one I let the anger of the day seep through, it was like the door had mood sensor because the door closed immediately it sensed the anger, that sort of car might be the reason for that anger one day. The guy kick started the car with the help of some members who pushed it a little, okay maybe a long time but it wasn’t too long why? Because I was sitting in the car. After some ‘tutu’ sounds, jerky motions and smoke a lot of it, we were on our way and the guy started small talk which I’ve found not to be a strong suit for me at all but I tried getting along maybe a part of me was scared he’ll tell me to come down literally in the middle of nowhere and after we crossed the bridge, I couldn’t have been happier, I think I can even relate to the Israelites crossing of the red sea or nelson Mandela’s first taste of freedom, you think I’m exaggerating? Pray that you’re never in this situation, I wanted to shout yippee but I knew the battle was not over since the guy had started talking about school like he could relate. Even if you can, just carry me to safety don’t form like you did law courses or philosophy, we have nothing in common, but I couldn’t do that, so new plan was activated.
I called my roommate and talked as normally as possible, it does two things:
It would hinder further discussion
It would give them an inkling as to where I currently was and who was taking me
So I left clues like ‘I’m on my way to the hostel and brother Kunle (brother forbids the romantic thought even if only for a while) had volunteered to bring me and that I was almost at the junction, contingency plan for God forbid any bad thing.
Eventually we got to the junction and brother wanted phone number so I gave him the number , at least the one that’s lost that I give everyone that I don’t like their faces or a continuing relationship with especially since I couldn’t lie about my name this time. In fairness to him he volunteered to take me further but I told him ‘not to worried’ and I hurriedly got out before he’ll try the number and jejely took bike to my school. As soon as I got to school, I just bought food since I was too tired to do anything much less cook, it was mental, physical and everything fatigue.
I’m naturally a gist loving person but even I couldn’t gist in that state so I promised them I would later and slept off after eating. By the time I woke up, I had missed the evening service of my normal very normal church and I felt very guilty especially with my new experience but I promised I would go the next week. I gave my roommates gist while skipping some parts you know it’s not everything I would want to say. Speak of the devil and she shall appear, she came back around 7:30 in the evening and I just thought, Is this when I would be coming back if I had waited? Do they not know that tomorrow is Monday the start of a new week? So I called her out of the room to reduce the embarrassment and first told her to thank Brah Kunle on my behalf before very politely telling her never to come for me again. we still greet now but that’s about it and I’ve been going to church since then and one day I thought I saw Brah Kunle’s car I ducked ni, I just turned my back and faced the only person I saw, the woman selling plantain, let’s just say I eventually bought plantain. Never again!!

I want to thank God for the amazing family and friends he has put beside me. My birthday was amazing, I had fun and I got gifts clothes, perfumes even the cake. It was amazing. As much as I love and appreciate these gifts, my Friday goes to Ene Adejo because today, yeah today she took me out and yes I had fun, it's not everyday you get a treatment like that and it's not every friend that will support and understand me this much. I love you. Thank you so much baby, it means a lot.

And to the ever consistent readers,

Thank you

Love,

Omo Ayan.

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