Just a Random Sunday thought

I was born in a church where being extremely rich may term "you sold your soul to the devil." In my local district, we barely had a solid roof above us--just irregularly erected piles--carrying the conspicuous rafters.

Its called exercising! Most said but honestly, Distant locations are generally perceived trek-able If you're broke to afford a cab; those around you and yourself have no automobiling means. 

We adapted to trekking to church.  

I liked the church however.

Gone are the days when we assigned our responsibilities to our parents or guardians. The days we behaved horribly and instead--being chastised directly--our parents got the rebuke. The days we blatantly disobeyed  ushers' signals of where they'd wanted us to sit, the days where arrogance was a sign of machoism and young females--who were eagerly and elatedly embracing puberty-- liked the tough boys. 

I wasn't any of those fancy boys though. I was a more discreet type, secretly crushing on the pretty girls but I didnt have the balls to walk up to them and profess my feelings. I was so shy, I started going late to Youth Sunday-school Services because I was sure I would make grammatical errors when asked questions and be laughed at.

I hid behind the pretext: Girls ain't shit!... But they were, I was just being a weakling. Myself and some friends would leave the church and head to a game center to play PlayStation; most times, we never left the game center until the church service had ended. On our way back, we would ask from those who were in the sermon what the topic was, because my grandma would definitely ask what i learnt in church that day. 

Gone are the days!  

Those days where I heard and didn't learn or listen. Those days where those seeds--the Great Rabbi had parabled about--fell on paths that friends treaded, are ended and Responsibility had left our parents' grasp; clinched to our Garments like dust particles staining foliages in dry seasons. 

Now, I am the more conscious type, hypersensitive to both weighty and trivial matters.

Every Sunday, mama would wake me up as early as possible and most times have my breakfasts ready before she calls her bike man to carry her to church. 

Before exiting our compound, she would call out again but through the window

"Opeyemi! Make sure you come to church"

"OK" I say.

I am not supposed to lie on Sabbath but the good part of owning responsibilities is you can decide to do whatever you like within that short duration before repercussions set in. 

"OK I will come to church" but I know it is a lie. The love I had for my church or churches generally had faded and although mama is trying to reignite the church verve, I lost it. 

I see hypocrisies in modern churches. Girls who pressed their buttocks against some strange dudes in discothèques are leading a choir. Its so hard to betray what you see. The primitive ones I was born into are way too perfect for what I can handle. Every little thing is a sin. Maybe the world--from majorities--isn't meant to be enjoyed; needs to be traded for a better world that was promised...  

I have heard older members of my church certain about their sure entrance into heaven and accuse other churches of aiding Hell's admittance... I DONT KNOW ANYMORE.