Today is Good Friday for those of us who are Christians.
Today is the day Jesus Christ was crucified over 2000 years ago. It’s also a
public holiday in Nigeria. I love public holidays and bosses hate public
holidays. Our worker-in-training class was moved Easter Sunday to Good Friday
cuz there will be no regular church service at our parish this Easter Sunday. I
prepared early today. I got there early. The session was refreshing. After the
class I talked to pastor's wife regarding how I was dealing the untimely demise
of dear and near friend a year ago. It was hard for me to forget cuz I felt like I abandoned her. And she sought to hear my voice even to the point of death. My pastor's wife counseled me. What
she said was what I expected actually I just needed to talk to someone
spiritual about it.
I felt easy share it with her cuz she reminded me alot
about my literature teacher Mrs. Oyo back in secondary school. I enjoy the way
she teaches. Mrs. Oyo made me fall in love with literature. She has legendary
killer hips like Mrs. Oyo. She is fair complexioned like her. I went straight
to eat at Onye Mama's place. It’s like my kitchen and the utensils are
gathering dust and cobwebs, not much cooking activity goes on in there. That’s
why I resort to eating outside. I went back to the house and had a good sleep.
I was just like today is Sunday because of the worker-in-training class. Don’t
know how long I slept but when I woke up, I went to the only cyber cafe in the
area.
Their service is second to none in reverse. As expected, I couldn’t do
anything useful as their connection went offline. I stayed a while waiting for
them to fix it but in reality, I was just charging my phone. I went back home
and slept some more. I didn’t go out again. All this time Ibe and his wife were
out. Don’t know where they went to. Ibe came back dressed up and vamoosed. A
little later the wife came back changed into another dress and vamoosed. I
slept alone in the house.
Today is Good Friday for those of us who are Christians.
Today is the day Jesus Christ was crucified over 2000 years ago. It’s also a
public holiday in Nigeria. I love public holidays and bosses hate public
holidays. Our worker-in-training class was moved Easter Sunday to Good Friday
cuz there will be no regular church service at our parish this Easter Sunday. I
prepared early today. I got there early. The session was refreshing. After the
class I talked to pastor's wife regarding how I was dealing the untimely demise
of dear and near friend a year ago. It was hard for me to forget cuz I felt like I abandoned her. And she sought to hear my voice even to the point of death. My pastor's wife counseled me. What
she said was what I expected actually I just needed to talk to someone
spiritual about it.
I felt easy share it with her cuz she reminded me alot
about my literature teacher Mrs. Oyo back in secondary school. I enjoy the way
she teaches. Mrs. Oyo made me fall in love with literature. She has legendary
killer hips like Mrs. Oyo. She is fair complexioned like her. I went straight
to eat at Onye Mama's place. It’s like my kitchen and the utensils are
gathering dust and cobwebs, not much cooking activity goes on in there. That’s
why I resort to eating outside. I went back to the house and had a good sleep.
I was just like today is Sunday because of the worker-in-training class. Don’t
know how long I slept but when I woke up, I went to the only cyber cafe in the
area.
Their service is second to none in reverse. As expected, I couldn’t do
anything useful as their connection went offline. I stayed a while waiting for
them to fix it but in reality, I was just charging my phone. I went back home
and slept some more. I didn’t go out again. All this time Ibe and his wife were
out. Don’t know where they went to. Ibe came back dressed up and vamoosed. A
little later the wife came back changed into another dress and vamoosed. I
slept alone in the house.
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