I’m living my best life.
Freshly squeezed bitterleaf juice in one hand, thoughts of recent events in my head, and the soft melody of soothing voices from my radio kept me snuggled in the corner of my bed. I watched the rays of light that I hoped would touch my yellowing philodendron bounce off and on the multicoloured rechargeable torch on the window instead.
The period when women were told to be silent in the church was over. This was what Aunty thought before returning home to Naija.
Unpacking her luggage, she thought about the foremost thing she wanted to do. She would show up in church, the home church she’d been nostalgic about in the UK.
Life as a working student had not allowed for too much church. She had only attended virtual church gatherings as much as she had the time. Homecoming, she dressed in the only native attire she had, a green agbada and trousers her UK tailor had sewn, ready for the non-virtual experience.
27th December 2020
Jesus’s birthday was just a few days ago. I didn’t even see the change in season. Save for a few neighbours who brought us Christmas food. I’m not complaining. Well, maybe I am. Just penning my thoughts.
29th December 2020
Now, I’m really worried. Is Grandma actually going to die? The long-overdue and outdated virus has overstayed its welcome already. Must it take my granny away while it’s preparing to leave? I overheard some people arguing if Christmas day was truly Jesus’s birthday. I mean, that’s a lot of days ago. I wish they’d find a better use of their time! Finding a solution to COVID would be easier if these type of people spent their time more wisely.
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