Hi guys, it’s sunday. Not a typical sunday.
It rained this morning so the sun is sleeping in I guess (I know I wanted to). I did manage to DRAG my furry self out of bed eventually and made it to church. Late, of course. And so basically, today is the LAST time I’m ever going to sit at the back of church. I’ll tell you why.
I couldn’t really enjoy myself and rock praise and worship.
For me, that’s like the best part of a sunday service.
2 reasons I go to church on sunday:
1. Praise and worship
Everything else, meh. (Lord you know I mean no disrespect)
Now this girl sitting next to me was cramping my style. She won’t let me be great.
I know her from ABU. Like vaguely though. Never had a conversation, just used to say hi and all.
When I used to party in my first year in school, we bumped into each other a few times (No Pun. Simmer down, Heathens)
Anyway, this morning, sister be looking at me like,
“Nigga just go ahead, I dare you, just drop one move…”
She looked like that would be an invitation for her to “back that ass up”
Someplace else, that might have been fun. But no.
In the pew.
I kid you not.
Oh, heyall NO!
So I humbled myself. Shifted from foot to foot and clapped my hands sedately.
She looked disappointed, but I care more about how many grains of sand are on the beach…
Abeg no be me dem go use convene Emergency Pastorate Meeting.
Have a great week, I know I will.