March 24, 2013 — the flygirl
March 24, 2013 — the flygirl
The time is fifteen minutes past 11 and we are in the teenage church. I like to say past, and this doesn’t sit well with our mother. I would say forty minutes past 5 or fifty five minutes past 7. Past, hardly to, so She decided to change my time telling. I still prefer past, but that is when I am telling myself the time.
Sunday in our home is rather traditional; an hour’s communion service down at the church about 15 minutes away from home, breakfast at home and then the ten o’clock service. Today, we stayed home and went for the ten o’clock one only. Teenage church is well, different from Sunday school where I had been until a couple of weeks ago. I did understand a couple of things — people get to ask questions — however on my mind is the ‘1 fan milk orange ice-cream’ I get to whimper at the ice-cream man after church. Thankfully the teenage church service ends half an hour before the Adult one. With the cold block of many mixtures now known as ‘orange’ making trips to my mouth, my friends and I talk, laugh and dance the ‘butterfly’. Faffing away till our parents are done.
Home, then lunch — Pounded yam and Efo riro. We get to watch Germany’s Telematch. Just as the green team appears to be winning NEPA disappoints, oh well, there is a book to read… Far from that, a couple of minutes into my book reading, our dad decides we should have one of those bonding badminton playing sessions. We all set up, thereafter I settle down to watch he and sister #1 toss the shuttlecock back and forth.
It is getting dark, we head to the kitchen. Electricity is restored — shared responsibilities; our ‘aunty’ is peeling and frying the plantain, sister #1 is sorting out the carrots, and I am sitting on top of the freezer, my revered spot, shredding a fair sized cabbage. While in the middle of dinner, electricity vanishes, again. My Dad’s ever efficient torch is by his side so the darkness is not for long before the generator roars into life..
Frank Oliseh, Newsline.. And then it’s time for bed.
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The flygirl is just a girl learning about Jesus, a proponent of smile-even-when-it-hurts-to, an enthusiast of art and anywhere books are more than air, a once upon a time coca-cola and fanta ginger ale addict, a wholesome dreamer… many things rolled up in the girly frame and blogs at http://flygirlbidiish.blogspot.co.uk