Church Fables

A friend told me this story about the lack of empathy that she got from her church members. She eventually left the church, though for other reasons.

According to her, she lost her dad and her sister in quick succession. After a few months of not hearing from church “brethren”, the few that eventually spoke with her told her that the family had suffered such challenges because she hadn’t been faithful with her tithes and seeds. I am not sure how they arrived at the conclusion because I don’t believe they had records.

When I was going through a particular challenge, some well-meaning people kept telling me that my seed would speak for me. I believed it for a while until God helped me with a brain reset. I think that is what is at the root of some of the insensitive comments that come from church folk. There is the general notion that if you are dealing with a challenge, it is always because you have done something wrong.

As I listened to Pastor Yemisi Ashimolowo saying that Jesus’ disciples were in the right place YET the storm came, my brain reset became 100% complete. Lol.

I also remember a time I had to go with other teachers from the Children’s church to visit a family that lost their son. My jaw dropped as one of the teachers told the parents that they had to suck it up and just accept the fact that their son was dead. I felt like making her become dumb. The boy’s father just looked at us without saying anything. I kept praying that the man’s faith was not damaged by the insensitive words from the “comforter”.

IN SEARCH OF PIZZA

I had been craving Pizza for about a week. I had asked a colleague to help me order from Domino's Pizza and she asked me to remind her. Of course, I kept forgetting to remind her.

 

I had made a spur of the moment decision to get to the supermarket during my lunch break. Some colleagues were going that way so I hitched a ride. As we got to the estate, it occurred to me that I could get to Domino's Pizza and pick up the pizza myself. My colleague dropped me off at the Supermarket. Those ones had only transparent carrier bags for items purchased. The lady finally backed down and gave me 2 of those bags when I started warming up for trouble, lol.

 

I asked someone where Domino's Pizza is and she described the location to me. It didn't seem to far to walk to. That's how I started my journey ooo. I kept going and going. At some point, I decided to peep into Facebook. It was for a brief minute.

 

When the walk seemed like it would last forever, I decided to ask some other people. They told me that I had walked past the place. Ah! How could that have happened? They advised that I could take a bus back to the place. It was a good idea as I had a meeting immediately after my lunch break.

 

As I alighted from the bus, I realised that I missed the place when I peeped into Facebook for a minute. These kinds of things only happen to Kneekey2, lol.

 

As I crossed over and was hurrying to the place, a colleague stopped by an offered me a ride back to the office. I thanked her and told her that I still had some business to attend to.

 

I got into Domino's Pizza and placed my order. I was told that I had to wait for 10 minutes. Omo, see effizzy. They have a screen that gives you a status report of your order. The thing was tripping me fa. I don belleful before I chop sef. I noticed that the name of the lady before me was a Nigerian name, though she resemble Oyinbo.

 

As I was waiting, one of my ex-colleagues went past and we exchanged pleasantries. After some time, a guy that went to the same University as I did and whom I met through a mutual friend came to me and asked if I remembered him. It took me a while to remember him but I finally got there.

 

As I settled back in, "Oyinbo" then asked me "What do you do? It's like you know everyone on the block". I smiled and explained to her that the first lady was an ex-colleague and the guy & I went to the same University. I decided to take a few slices of the Pizza there so we had time to properly introduce ourselves and discover that we both attended Federal Government Girls' Colleges. I asked her if she was a half-caste and she told me that she prefers "mixed"...Ooops!

 

I'll like to make a passionate appeal to business owners that they should please consider their customers when choosing their packaging. The supermarket had transparent carrier bags and Domino's Pizza didn't have carrier bags for my take-away order. I was expected to go around town carrying my Domino's Pizza for all to see. I know it's free advertising for you but I'm not sure it makes your customer happy.

 

The attendant found me a small carrier bag that had Domino's Pizza logo (so they still got some free advertising) that I managed to fit my order in. Apart from the carrier bag issue, I can tell you it was worth the 'wahala'.

 

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