Nothing compares to the joy of praising the Lord. The carefree feeling, the ecstasy, where you see adults and children alike dancing and making merry, just basking in God’s goodness.
Onye keruwa lekw’ ikperem na la
Chineke idimma
As my body moved to the rhythm of the beat, I could literally feel joy oozing through the pores of my skin.
“Dance ooh!” Came the loud voice of the chior master. “I want to see your Davidic dance! Egu! Dance as if your life depends on it.
That statement clearly reminded one of an incident that happened months ago, because truly there was a time I danced like my life depended on it.
I had a dream that day where I was dancing. And as i was dancing demons were falling down and anyone that tries to hurt me, the more I danced the more the fire around me would burn them. I woke up that morning with so much joy, boldness and gratitude to God for the victory sustained in my dream. I praised God that morning like never before.
“Wait! I’m talking to you, yes you! Do you think that’s all that happened that day. Oh come of it! This world is far too dramatic for that. Please be patient and allow me continue my story, don’t rush me.
As I was narrating, that day I don’t know what entered my roomate, that she decided that we would have lunch at a very popular restaurant close to our apartment.
“Maryann, you never tell me who dash you money?” I asked her inquisitively
Sorry that I didn’t warn you, I’ll speak a lot of pidgin English here oo. Sometimes English no go fit explain am well well. Let’s continue, please no more interruptions from any ajebos.
“It’s my brother from canada. I’ve told you countless times. Besides I want to give us baby girl treatments today. Enjoy for once” she tickled me as she spoke.
After minutes of shouting, laughing, rolling and twirling, my brothers and sisters that was how I found myself in yummy bites restaurant. When I said I found myself, what I meant was I FOUND MYSELF.
It is the same me that swore that I would never buy restaurant food. Like I’m already calculating what I would have used that ₦8,000 to cook, the chicken, the mishai, the holandia yougurt, the rice, the pepper soup and any how small change will still remain. But Maryann decided to dash yummy bites 8k. No wahala sha, let us continue.
Even though I had never entered the restaurant before, I wasn’t expecting it to be as crowded as it was. Almost all the tables were occupied. Maryann and I barely managed to get a seat. While we were eating, I noticed a middle aged woman walking with two big polythene bags on her hand. They look so heavy and filled up, but you can’t easily tell what was inside. I also noticed she was the one in charge, because immediately she entered all the staffs became extremely composed.
Funnily enough this woman did not allow anybody to help her with her bag.
“This one wey this woman they hold that bag like that, na human being head she put inside?” Maryann asked as she too observed that actions that played out. I shrugged in response watching it the woman hold onto the bag like her life depended on it.
The events that played out a few minutes later made me regret why I agreed to this baby girl treatment, because I was about to really be treated.
Four masked guys walked in, but that was not the striking thing about them. THEY WERE WITH GUNS!
