There is this American guy who has come to church for the past three weeks in the same clothes – same shirt, same brown pants, same dark red trainers and believe it or not, same bow tie.
Today again, I marveled at it. Same clothes every Sunday for the past three weeks and I ask myself, “Was it forced or a choice?”
In retrospection, I look back at the life I have lived thus far and a question frequently pops up as I try to make sense of the outcomes; “Was it forced or a choice?”
I ask myself, “Could I have done it differently? Would that have changed the outcome?”
Life is what it is – cause and effect.
Two things I’ve struggled with on Sundays has been going to church with a notebook and dressing to church here the way I used to dress back in Nigeria.
Growing up, if there was anything we look forward to on Sundays, it was putting on our best clothes. Right from infant, church was a big deal – my mum made sure of that.
In the same vein, we had Sunday school teachers who almost made it a call of duty to teach us and demand we always come to church with a bible to read, a book to write on and a pen to do it with. It was part of our costumes for Sunday service – a total package.
What 2020 has taught me thus far:
Lots of bad things and news happened round the world, and everyone felt it. Whether you were involved or not, it still affected everybody. So, you gotta prepare for the worst.
In this 2020, I got an opportunity of a lifetime that is changing my life for great. I know of people who, despite the pandemic, has grown in leaps and bounds in career and finances. Some have ‘found’ themselves and doing very well.
Two months ago, I lost my mum. It was the worst thing that never happened to me. Every insecurities I had had had suddenly came to fore, pounding me like a two weeks old ex-monk.
First, I was newly married, so I still hadn’t gotten used to my wife’s cooking. My mummy’s food was always my saving grace. I could go to the market, get the foodstuff and call her I was coming with food ingredients.