Walking towards the church premises adjusting my knee length black lace dress I've kept long in my box since my mum handed it over to me as a graduation gift; awaiting a day like this at the same time fixing one of my favorite Rayban shades I had chosen to be in disguise allowing it rest properly on my face above my nose; I was in character atleast that's what my mum made me understood, mum was an entirely different person once she stepped into the church premises or amongst her church friends, praising the Lord and everything revolves only about Jesus. I have always felt uncomfortable going to church because I felt I was been watched, it made me feel vulnerable and hypocritical; doing what was expected of me as a born again when deep down inside I barely understood what it felt like been Christian. For me church life was hard work; trying not to think about that boy I was having a crush on because I felt I would die at the spot and rut in hell, atleast that's what my ma...
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