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THAT AWKWARD MOMENT

 
Yeah, yeah at some point two years back “that awkward moment” became a popular catch phrase on the internet. And amongs us it was  ”That awkward moment when this and that..”
and it went on and on. So this very sunday morning, I’m sitted in church #coughs (I did make it late for church though..) and I’m really trying hard to concentrate on the Reverends’
sermon without thinking of the hot rice and beef stew at
home, see, great thing is my mind manages to pay rapt
attention to the sermon about “discipline” when I feel eyes
on me( wait a sec aren’t we supposed to be in the spirit
here?..you’ll soon understand why I mentioned this) yes, I
was right the guy sitted close to me was really staring. I
couldn’t stare back because it was awkward. I really wanted
to take a Good look and find out if I knew him from
somewhere, I did get a chance though because I had a better
look at him when I asked what hymn was on after the
Sermon. “Mtcheeew, I don’t even know this person,”I said in
my mind. Walking home under the scorching sun and wondering
if finally the Ozone Layer has been finally destroyed and at
the same time thinking of how well my rice and beef stew
would go well with my Malta Guinness in the fridge, I heard a
honk behind me and adjusted into the pedestrian way, the
honking continued and I mentally stabbed the driver with the
small knife I used to chop onions the previous night. The car
parked in a little ahead of me and the guy on the passenger
seat popped his head out of window and smiling said, “hi baby
care for a lift?” I declined and looked at his face. Guess
who it was? LOL, not the guy that sat close to me but the
choirmaster. He was mortified when he recognized I was a
member in the same church as he and that I had seen him
perform the Praise and Worship session earlier,(not to
mention he scolded youths on lustful desires and mortal sin)
he adjusted his tie, cleared his throat and said, “may God
bless you sister”. I shook my head and nodded as he and his
friend drove off.
   Lesson learnt: Rice and beef stew really do go well with a can of chilled Malta Guinness_ and yeah the choirmastef guy and guys like him are two-faced hypocrites

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