Before offering was preaching on how to give i.e. ‘sow seeds’ so they did, me I kuku dropped 200 naira that’s what I have, may God bless my widow’s mite. The preaching was another hour and half with all sorts of ‘yes lord’, ‘glory’, ‘yes pastor’ and mini workout sessions of standing, sitting, joining in the song raised by pastor, etc. then there was thanksgiving, if I had known I would have dropped 100 naira for offering but who am I? I dropped another 50 naira while managing not to fall into the pot holes on the way to the offering table, the humpty dumpty movement that seemed like enough dance and they were oddly satisfied that I was blending in, emi chameleon fun ra mi.
It was like they divided all the church programs amongst the ‘vibrant’ members and we were just going round and the pastor a, so seemed to have trust issues since he would come up after everybody to say one or two things. Eventually, when I thought service had finished I realised the relief was to be short lived because apparently, the Sunday I decided to go was holy communion service that they had carefully placed in the evening that just happened to be two hours plus away so members stayed behind so they wouldn’t have to go and come back. What kind of nonsense is this bayii? So what have we been waiting for in church since morning? Is this how service goes for them every Sunday?
Since the place was practically a jungle with only one shuttle in and out, I had no choice but to be patient after all patience is key. But only a couple of hours in and several conversations after I discovered ‘no, I just can’t do this?’ so I started praying, you know all those ‘God if you can get me out of this hale and hearty, I would praise you, in fact ill never try something like this again and I’ll go to my church next week Sunday’. I checked my phone and saw a couple of missed calls mainly from my roommates I’m sure they were probably wondering where I disappeared to. At least thank God they can hold her responsible if anything although it’s not I want anything to happen since I’m the subject in this case. I also missed my mum’s calls, the poor woman was probably worried and I know that receiving her phone call with all the noise will birth questions that I don’t think I’ll be ready to answer in a long while to come so I sent her a text telling her I would call back. They tried o, at least they gave me doughnut even though I couldn’t eat it and I stylishly kept it in my bag for a later disposal, I mean who knows if that’s how they caught all these ones, one can’t be too careful these days.
While doing all these PA work, someone among them received a call that sounded really urgent and had to go into town ( I say town because where I was even though in the heart of Ibadan seemed anything but a town and centre of civilisation) for a while although he promised to be back in time for holy communion service. God forgive my lying I quickly made something up about a roommate and health centre which got a lot of ‘may God heal her o’, ‘extend our greetings to her’ and all of that, so the man offered me a ride and ushered me to the car, isn’t our God a good God? When I got to the car, I was amazed and at the same time I did not feel a thing.
Do you know all those cars that you’re confused as to their original make since the front has Gallant, lights are Mitsubishi and the dashboard is reading Mazda then the mirrors are wearing Honda, it’s like coat of many colours but cars of many makers, I’m thinking it was a joint collaboration effort on the car, most likely the first and last. I don’t even know if gallant still exists or if they’ll remember they ever made a car as this and apparently the reason for the discontinued joint collaborative effort is because it did not work out as the car looked rough and felt even more so, but beggars are not choosers are they? Any chance to escape the trap I’ll take it even canoe!!
That's how the amazing God that I serve made a way for me.
Sorry for the late updates. I had a lot going on, exams, my birthday yes you heard right. Thank God it's all settled now.
Thank you so much for your understanding.
Love,
Omo Ayan
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