Church days were days I looked forward to. This
was because by the time one week was done, I would have missed the Sunday
school kids too much that I couldn’t wait to see them again. I usually left the
rest of my family back at home to go and prepare the class for these kids as
well as prepare the days snacks that the youth used to sell. I was the chair of
the youth back then and part of our IGIs was selling snacks to the congregation
as they left for home. These were juice, cakes & sweets. It was the first
project that we started and it went on well. So part of the reason for going to
church early was to go set the table that was used for the purposes of that
venture by the youth.
I got to church, and with the help of a few of the
punctual kids, we arranged the class and I went out to set the other table for
the project. The morning was spent at the Sunday school with the kids. Teaching
is something I loved. And I could feel the inspiration that could flow from the
almighty to pass the knowledge to the kids. Amazingly, some things I learnt in
the process of teaching the kids. I so loved it. We used to do this with the
help of two other ladies who had specialized in singing, and the kids always
shouted to their songs more than mine. So I maximized on sermons and Q& A.
Children are curious and they used to ask so many questions that you even
deviated from the theme of the day.
Being the first Sunday of the year, we used to
visit the kids who were hospitalized at Kirinyaga General Hospital. We visited
the kids, who were always happy to see us. On our way to the hospital, I met
Mar but she couldn’t join us coz she had errands to run. But she promised to
pass by later in the day. You should have seen my excitement and the ladies in
the group noted. Ed (One of the 3 musketeers), who was in attendance for this
visit was like “Ooooh kaaay… So this is the one you have been singing about the
whole week? After we had the snacks we had carried for them together, we sang
songs and had a chat session where we talked to them individually and as a
group, played with them for a while and then left.
We returned to the church compound where our
project was going on. We continued helping those who were selling the snacks. The
rest of the day was spent at the church compound. A thing that had become a
tradition since the days I was an altar servant. I held a meeting with the
youths and we dispersed. At the very last moments of the meeting, Mar appeared
and there was my heart melting again. The meeting ended and I forgot to assign
someone to return the things we had been using to where we used to store them.
So as the leader, I had to do it myself. As the youths were dispersing, Mar
bought time and she happened to remain behind after she had concluded here chat
with her friends. I smiled inside and my heart went hyper full throttle.
I requested her to escort me and she agreed, she
took me all the way while we were talking. Mostly the usual chit chat. I had
recovered from the shock of my dumbness earlier in the week on my way home.
After everything was safe in its place, we started for home. I never used to
have any intentions to date coz I was pretty green and I never wanted the
commitment. Guess that’s why I was comfortable with mentally “pursuing” a high
school student. As much as she was a fourth former, tells a lot about my
confidence. I escorted her to their shop which was within the town where she
would wait for her sisters so they could walk home together. After a quick
enquiry, I learnt that she would be going back to school the following week. So
I was hopeful that I would meet her again within the course of the week. Once
again I went home an excited man.
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