As I looked on unexcited
in the midst of the vibrant Pentecostal pew, I let myself get swooped away in
my pool of thoughts. Don’t get me wrong, the revered man of God was preaching
with so much profundity.👏👏 Actually it was his trademark. He was one of those men
whose words got you so high you’d think you could fly. But, after so many years
of hearing the same thing in different shades and mannerisms, perhaps I was
tired of jumping up and down😑. Ride on
Sir!, Preach it! the young man behind me kept yelling and jumping frantically.
"Sir,
please you are spitting on me" I said as I turned to wipe my neck. "like its only you that came to church", I murmured as I turned to face my front annoyed. 😒😒😒
