Louise II
Sundays were nice, really nice. A day to thank the Lord for all His blessings and also thank Him in hard times. Some preferred to sit home and thank Him, while others enjoyed worshipping Him in the assembly of His people, I fall into this category. I personally liked Sundays, the peace of it, the serenity. I liked going for Mass at St. Thomas, the chaplaincy in my school. The choir was heavenly, the priests were awesome and gave wonderful homilies. After Mass, I’d go back to my room and cook rice and stew. Growing up, it was a tradition to eat rice on Sundays. Yeah, I’m Nigerian. So, even when I’m not home, I keep the tradition. So, this particular Sunday was oddly special. I bought meat to cook with and instead of my normal rice and stew, I decided to cook fried rice. I even bought more cokes than I needed. All because I was supposedly expecting a visitor. Don’t sat the name please. I could hear my mother ringing advice into my ears, “Ekpereamaka, hapu kwa umu nwoke, na gu akwukw...