I Came For The Food
I was late. Being early had never been my strong point, but today was special. I came for the food and we all know when the food comes😂😂 While I walked stealthily to the last row, I took in the small hall and it's occupants. It was half full and everyone had tried to look his best. The little boys wore their best clothes and shades that were too big for their tiny faces. I tried to pretend it was not raining heavily outside and the sun was burning their retinas. The girls wore the prettiest dresses; some were a bit too colourful, while others had more stones than the entire Brazil. The teenagers were there too in their numbers; so were the youths and elderly. I quietly took my seat and pulled out my phone. I was not the typical 'church' girl. I always followed mother to church every Sunday while I was at home, but God called it the 7th day for a reason. It is the day of rest after all, and rest I did, until hunger humbled me. So there I sat pretending I could