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Daniel

Mother wanted me to sit close to her in the church, but I sat far away as possible where she can't glance at me. The church was uniquely designed, all pews styled in circular form, the pastor's stand were placed in the middle, The crowd was much and it seemed me annoy me much. I didn't even like Christians they were judgy little shits, they always were entitled to everybody's life and all they preach is heaven and being pure.

I sat closer to the wall, I just wanted to sleep when it's boring, and it was, the teens sitting close to me were giggling and chatting with each other, I bent my head and slept off. I didn't care giving offerings, rather I watched others dancing and giving offerings,

"He's the one singing " the girl beside me seemed excited, she was fair~skinned, petite and wore a tight gown, she was going to be very flexible on bed,

"He's not all that fine" the big mouthed, dark skinned and stout boy replied, I sensed jealousy from his tone, maybe he liked the bl girl or they were already couples, I didn't care, the girl would be good on my bed.

" let's be truthful, he's beautiful" she insisted

That made me curious I wanted to know why her pupils dilate as she watched the person and why she kept insisting, my eyes searched and quickly I saw him, he was the one singing I guess, there was nothing special about him, he was just light skinned, he was even skinny, his eyes were sharp and he wasn't even tall, what could she have seen in him? Maybe it was his voice or the way he swung his body as he sang, Later he sang a solemn song "Lean on me, I ll" be your friend " his voice made think of being in a 'weed mood'.

After church, I met him again. My mother didn't take to see the pastor rather she stayed greeting all her friends telling them that I was back, I simply leaned on the old Siena not minding anyone, just waiting for Mum to be done with whatever she was doing. She greeted one of her friends that she called "Lolo", she was a fair skinned woman with a pointed nose, she was so slim, her gown long but classy, she wore silver~covered heels, she was so tall but nice looking for an older lady, she spoke gently and listened more to mother than she talked, mother was the loud one and told her stories in a constructive way. The two women talked for a while before the "choir boy" appeared closer to her, he was all smiles or maybe naive,

Mother smiled wildly at him "My husband " she praised him, that was her own way of appreciating men.

"Good morning mah" he greeted

"Nnamdi.How are you my " she made sure she stressed his name

"Am fine mah"

"I can see that. God is really good in your life" she replied "Have you met my son?"

"No mah, I didn't know you had another child " he looked surprised when he glanced at me, I looked away

"Yes my dear, but he has been in Lagos for a long while now, you should visit our home sometime and drag him to church"

"Okay mah" he glanced at me before he said that, I wondered what made him agree to such a request, if he tries suffocating me with Jesus things I will knock out all his teeth, he wouldn't even sing in the church again, the thought of making him ugly was all I cared about, it would be fun. As we left for home I felt Nnamdi's eyes on my back, he looked away when I glared at him.

At home, Mother couldn't stop talking about how Nnamdi was in church every Sunday, and how his voice was so good, that it makes her cry. She told me how Nnamdi takes care of his mother and that his mother was the luckiest person on earth. She made me know him without even having to be his friend. The fact that he was so good and made me feel bad, made me resent him more.