CHURCH, CHAOS AND RICE

Ahhhh, Sunday my favorite day of the week. What's not to love about Sundays. Ironically, i do also dislike Sundays too, it's kind of a love hate relationship.There's chaos, There's drama, There's the stress, There's rice with a little bit of Holy Spirit. Sunday automatically means church especially if you grew up in my house , it's a non negotiable, unless you want my mother reporting you to everyone in church as a "bad" child. Sunday sucks sometimes, because tell me why i have to wake up so early, even as early as six in the morning just to make it on time to church, we can't dare miss bible study but sometimes we have to make sacrifices, even if it's my beauty sleep.

What i find really funny now is that low key Sundays is very chaotic, at least in my house. Clothes scattered around the bed, someone frantically search for the clothes they are supposed to wear, someone under the bed looking for shoes hysterical, usually my brother @king.saviour, someone looking for a bag that she swears would look amazing with her outfit, usually me, someone who's ironing like their life depends on it, while my mom threatens to leave us as she also tries to piece her outfit together.

Somehow you get to church at 8:45. After the hustle of trying to get a bus, my mom bargaining price with the danfo driver, who certainly wants to exploit us seeing that we are in a haste, on a Sundayyyyyy, please fear God. As we step in to the church you hear " in conclusion", Damn Sunday school is almost over, my mum side eyeing us over the fact that she missed Sunday school, silently communicating to us to expect a talk from the pastor wife.

Church starts and this is where the magic starts too. The praise and worship session is the best part of my Sunday. You can feel the spirit move, you lift ur hand in worship as the song minister to you. Not going to lie, sometimes it hits so hard that I shed a tear or two but now you open your eyes and you see someone who is crying more than you and now it's a competition.(how can she be more in the spirit than me)

After crying your eyes out in this unknown battle of tears. Then comes the sermon, the sermon feels like the pastor is attacking you personally, but sometimes it suppose to be like that because that is what going to church means, it's to check yourself, your attitude to God and ur fellow men, to remind you what the right path is. You listen to all this while your stomach is growls.

Church finally comes to an end, or so you think, you hear "All the youth waiting for a BRIEF meeting" (don't fall for it it's not always brief) or the pastor says " if you are in any department in the church wait behind Let's pray together" or my mum will just choose to punish us by greeting and talking to virtually everyone in the church but it's not all bad because sometimes there are refreshments after all this meeting, especially if there is a special occasion in church, nothing beats hot jollof rice shared in church, I could cry if it finish without having my share.

Finally you get home looking at the mess left behind, the Holy Spirit leaves you for a moment as you start shouting at your younger siblings to help to arrange, especially if you are the only girl in the house (if not, you'll arrange everything yourself). You know it's not Sunday without rice, rice and stew, fried rice, jollof rice or coconut rice, anyone you choose, as the spirit leads, with a big piece of chicken (I make sure to get the biggest piece amongst my siblings😁). After all my struggles it's a sin not to take a nap. Lay on the bed and take what I like to call a holy nap, one that leaves you refreshed, like the Holy Spirit.

In all I genuinely miss this ever since I moved from Lagos. Every Sunday my mind plays this scenario in my mind. Everything is different here even the Sundays (our house close to the church, the odd peace, no chaos, the unfamiliar faces and not the face of my Reverend that is always begging me to come to church early). Although I miss my Church in Lagos, I'm making new connections here and being apart of a new family.

XOXO
Abeegail
Signing out for now.
Stay saved with a little bit of drama, like my Sundays.

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