MEMORIES OF THE FUNNY OLD DAYS
It was the fifth time I had yawned in thirty minutes, this time, my mum threw a knock and I veered to avoid it landing on my head. "When can you ever pray for 10minutes without yawning,Devil of a boy". She said with one eye opened and the other closed, in tinged voice.
My twin sister had rested her forehead on a pillar, her position appeared a seriously praying woman. I took few steps closer, to listen to what actually she was praying for. I filtered my ears and went little nearer, then I heard her busily snoring to God. Just before I could laugh, Osofo Twum shouted Amen. She woke up abruptly and her eyes traveled across the hall rapidly, as if she had lost her name.
When finally, she noticed my presence, she became aware of her existence on earth and in the church. My Mum looked us in a way only we two understood. Our mother could give us a book full of warnings and threats with her left eye and no one except her children would understand.
When finally, she noticed my presence, she became aware of her existence on earth and in the church. My Mum looked us in a way only we two understood. Our mother could give us a book full of warnings and threats with her left eye and no one except her children would understand.
Sister Julie, the singing band leader, stumbled over the legs of my Mum when she sought passage to the pulpit for the mic. She was quickly supported by my Mum to prevent her from falling. "Oh thank you Mother Paulina", she said to my Mum. Sister Julie raised a beautiful song for offertory. My twin sister turned and asked me if I had the 50p my Mum had given me for offertory, I had bought toffees and was left with only 15p for God. My twin sister had also spent part of hers and was left with 30p. So while the whole congregation sang, we prayed a different woman came for the collection instead of our mother.
Very contrary to our prayer, came our Mum with the loose cloth bag, taking the monies from pew to pew. Just about two pews away from ours, I got up and tried walking my way out, I felt a jerk on my shoulder, lo and behold, it was my mother. "Give me your collection before you go out", and instead of the bag, she stretched her hand and opened wide her palms. Wahala don dey ooo.
Quickly I saw my sister moved from her pew to another where my Mum had already taken their monies. I dropped the coins in her palm, and she looked at me in those her eyes that said "YOU ARE DEAD WHEN WE GET HOME".
Quickly I saw my sister moved from her pew to another where my Mum had already taken their monies. I dropped the coins in her palm, and she looked at me in those her eyes that said "YOU ARE DEAD WHEN WE GET HOME".
