My name is Nkem and I am angry. Upset. Mad. Infuriated.
Don’t ask me why. Please. Don’t ask me.
If I tell you, you would judge me and it is not worth it. But you are insisting, so…
I am here, sitting through worship, wondering why on earth he did not show up. I have dressed up and undergone the torture of putting on makeup amidst chants of: “so you are fine like this, omalichanwan, don’t worry, you will find a husband today” and that sort of annoying talk from the girls and as if that is not enough, I am putting on my undersized stilettos because I am a lady and he looked like the kind of guy that would like a lady.
Right now, my face is slimy and it is the heat emanating from the uncalculated movements of the worshippers dancing with reckless abandon and doing harm to my sweat pores because, “God is good”. See, I am angry and it is the “why” I just told you.
So go ahead, judge me. I went to church in my best attire to impress a guy i think i am in love with and he did not show up.
I’m waiting. Start saying in your mind how risibly stupid my behavior is, but let me explain myself.
It is not as if i planned to get myself in this “my heart is breaking” situation. Not at all. I was on my own last Sunday, worshipping my Savior when i caught sight of him… full faced beauty of a man in worship. I don’t know what that expression means but it sounds just about right. So yes, read it again and then let’s continue…
As i was saying, he was sitting two rows from me and gosh was he crying? My goodness. There was an “awwwwwn” moment, and that is how I started observing. Eye brows, full lips, nice shirt… Okay get back in line. So where was i? Yes, so I was staring and I think “I’m in love with you” must have been written in my eyes cause he sorta-kinda smiled when he turned in my direction.
I died of embarrassment.
Of course, neck turned, eyes closed, lips curved downward, hands raised, but heart was analyzing how “not too bad” the situation was.
I ran into him yesterday and i was unkempt. He waved at me; I panicked and gave a “this is not happening” smile. That is why I dressed up this morning. To show that what he saw yesterday is not all there is to me. He did not show up.
My name is Nkem and I am angry. Judge me.
Wait…
Judge me if you remember the last time you went to church to actually seek God’s face.
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I can so relate 😂😂
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😂😂😂
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Admissible tailoring of a heart-felt sequence. Well done woman!!! ✌️🏽
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Thanks!
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The last stanza tho. I love what I read..
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Thanks!
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Lol…so true😀
Nice
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Juliet boo. I am glad you took the time out to read this💞
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Hmmm, thought provoking.
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I’m glad!
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Hahahha nice
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Mimi !
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Veekhy…. Imut😘😘
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Heheheheeheheheehe… Nkem even though I can remember the last time I went to church to worship and seek God… Yet I won’t judge you
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Ugo gerarahia😂😂😂. Thanks for reading 👌👌
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😂😂😂 I should judge you because I know I always go to seek God’s face.. but nah… I ain’t gonna do that… this post is just hilarious!!! I guess you learnt your lesson after all… 🙏… 😂
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Loool i get you, it is fiction though. My name is Victory 😄. Thanks for reading.
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Nice one..
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Liked the drama.. More of that dear😁
Good job
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Alfred, thanks for reading 💞
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I love this! The way you write your stories and make them so relatable is amazing. Thank you for this one.
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Awwn, Oreva thanks for reading. It-s God’s grace o💞
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This is so real! I love it!
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Hello sojourner! Thanks for reading, i am glad you love it😆😆
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Wow!!!…lovely!!!… Just lovely!!!… You got me smiling…keep it up Hun!
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Girl! I like that this put a smile on your face. I hope you keep enjoy future/past posts
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Okay now, i’ve had moments like this…🙈🙈🙈
Nice write up, Vicky!
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Lol I know right!
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