For those who love sleeping and have a hard time waking up like me, this Sunday I realized that the hardest part of waking up, was the waking up itself.
From where I sit, I can tell you who sits where, I mean, I’ve been coming to this church since I was a toddler, only that when I was younger, I used to sit at the very first bench, opposite the altar, and from there I could tell which altar server did a wrong move while others were doing something else, who in the choir doesn’t know all the lines of a certain song, know which of my friends didn’t bring forth the offering, I could literally see everyone, especially during receiving the communion, and during offertory time. But that was when just one long queue would be made for all these. Now, such times, people divide themselves into two halves, the front benchers to the front as usual, and from the center of the church to the back, form their own line, this was done to reduce congestion and confusion.
From where I sit, the last seat that divides the front benchers and back benchers, needs some with a lot of patience.
As the cymbals and jingles of his voice resonated in the nonagonal structure, I was somehow spaced out. It was an Epiphany Sunday, a time of manifestation, a time when the 3 magi presented gold, myrrh and frankincense to the newly born baby Jesus. My mind was just far away, as the priest continued with his sermon, “this is the year of double blessings , the year of 2020,*mbao mbao* he kept on repeating, And I just stared at him, wishing he knew that for literally all the young people there on that Sunday, they understood a different meaning of Mbao mbao, *lord please cleanse me and renew the spirit in me* for such thoughts in your holy church.
Having not gone to church for several Sundays, I had started feeling like some rebellious atheist and so on this particular Sunday, I ceased listening to the voice of the devil, the chilly morning, to continue sleeping and got up ready for church. I mean, they say if you fail to go to church on Sunday, just because of sleep, then that was the devil lulling you back. Well somebody praise the lord and give me an Amen, because I overcame the temptation. From where I sat, I have a well outlined map of who sits where . The choir at the front seats, the opposite 9th pew from the front, is where Baba Evans sits at, no matter how early or late he comes, you can’t see him at any other place, that’s his special place,, at the very last benches adjacent to the wall, are the big fish of the church, mostly men, who are wealthy business men with big bellies and have once served in the church committee, or still are, *Andu mena indo ciao*. They are usually the first to receive the holy communion, and the last during offertory time. Most youths sit at the center of the church, with women who have kids placed all over among the congregation with kids randomly crying, distracting everyone, with old women and men facing the direction of the cries,clicking their mouths, out of anger.
As the sermon went on, I started feeling bad when it hit me that Fr. Paul, was going on a sabbatical leave, and chances of ever having to see him were nil. I wondered if anyone ever told him how much he resembles Obama, because for sure they do look alike.
The rood with a sculpture of Jesus on it, hangs right in front of the altar laced with white embroidered linen and behind the altar is a painting of The last supper and suddenly a meme I had earlier on seen, came to mind” Eat, for this is my body, Drink for this is my blood, spread the mayonnaise….. ” that’s for those with a dark sense of humor to get, my bad.
I did derive something from the sermon, might not be quite a handful, but I grasped sth, and I blame it all on how easily I was getting distracted by everything that happened within my sight. Like how a certain woman passed by, her negligee longer than the skirt she was wearing, earning a weird look from me. Or how spaced out I was only to meet the priest looking at me, as if telling me” I can see how much you are distracted ” which did make me feel guilty, but hey, he could have been looking at anyone else, and not me, right?
Or how in mind I was getting pissed off, by people brushing against me, as the passed by. That is one of the disadvantages of having to seat at that position.
They say ignorance is bliss, reason every time my mum leaves for work and I am still sleeping, she will be like” koma biu, tondu toro ni irio,wandikwo wira, ndiui urikaga ati* meaning sleep is food(sarcasm) when you get employed, I don’t know what you will be doing. But in my head I console myself that by then, I will be waking up early when I get there. Crossing the bridge once you are there! No hurry in Africa, hakuna matata.
When all is said and done, one thing is for sure, *cia korire wacu mugunda* meaning that you have to go get what you want, nothing comes for free, at least not when you are sleeping or being lazy when you well know what you want in life.