SUNDAY

A Sunday is the first day of the week: observed as a day of rest and working by most Christians.

As a kid, Sundays were my best days of the week.

Although the day had it huddles and puzzles, I still fancied it the most. Apart from the facts that it served as a reunion for us children and gave us an opportunity to leave our strict homes and go to a place where we could all play and do our biddings, it also served as a pageant. We witnessed the crème de la crème of fashions on our way to and in church.

On Sundays, the good, the bad, and the ugly all came out in their numbers. While some went to Church for the worship of the supreme God, others saw it as an avenue to showcase their new clothes and gain accolades from all and sundry. I went there for an entirely different purpose.

The cries from children always served as a wake up call. To some extent, they served as rising bells. 🔔 You’d hear the cry so loud and wonder if they were being cut by a knife. Like horses led to the stream to drink water, we’d make strenuous efforts to wake up. After moments of struggle, we’d finally throw in the towel and leave our comfort zones.

The road that led to church could be named “The Fashion Path.” You could see men and women, boys in girls covered in all sorts of embroidery. The neatly and richly dressed would walk with pride and every other boastful mannerism you could imagine. The badly dressed on the other hand, would shy away from the Main Street and take shortcuts instead.

Two things made Sundays very spectacular.

1. The monies we were given as offertory was misappropriated for sweets,🍭 chocolates, 🍫 groundnuts, and juices. We took what belonged to God and gave to Caesar (our stomachs) instead. Those of us from very humble backgrounds had the chances of tasting these delicacies 🍱 once a week. This was an opportunity we never imagined throwing away (opportunity comes but once).
2. The most famous jollof rice 🍚 in the world (The Nigerian Jollof Rice) is a must make in most Nigerian homes on Sundays, my home inclusive. The sweet aroma of this throat itching meal made Sundays a most blessed and anointed by God. From the Window blinds of the church, you could notice the aroma coming in from all corners. Sometimes, it took over the aura of the church and made the worship more lively. It was sometimes rumored that some Pastors rushed church services in order to go home and eat Jollof rice before it became cold. 😂😂

Sundays are days of worship. They should be revered by all. Apart from going to worship, we could spend the rest of the day doing good deeds to our neighbors and all we come across.

As I write this, I'm sitting at the gate of my house; I’ve not gone to Church even though today is a Sunday. I went to the farm yesterday and I’m exhausted today to say the least.

I pray God forgives me.

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This piece of literature has also been posted on Serey by me.