CWRC Anthology

A SHIFT IN FAITH

© 2022 by Wasasauma Marvelous boys.

Brought to you by Christian Writers and Readers Club.

Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.  Two women shall be grinding at the mill; the one shall be taken, and the other left.   Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come.

Matthew 24:40 - 42. KJV

She woke up to the yells of her Mom telling her it was time to get up and get ready to go to Church. Ifeoluwa tossed and turned on her bed.

She detested going to church, But fortunately or unfortunately, her mom was extremely "spiritual" so she was "blessed" with the opportunity to always be in church.

After all the tossing and turning she stood up and had her bathe, Ifeoluwa picked up her black off-shoulder dress and a black head tie and came out of her room.

Ifeoluwa met her mom already dressed, seated, and waiting for her.
Her mom was wearing a black lace gown and as usual, didn't wear any accessories.
She bent down and said "Ekaro ma," greeting her mom in their Yoruba dialect.

Her mom smiled, Mrs. Adebisi was a young forty-year-old woman, though a widow, she glowed.
"Good morning Ifeoluwa, how are you?"

Ifeoluwa disliked when her mom called her Ifeoluwa, she preferred being addressed as "Phoebe" the English name her dad gave her.

"I'm fine ma," she managed to utter.

A frown formed on Mrs. Adebisi's glowing face, "you're wearing the gown I always warn you about, Ifeoluwa, why would you want to show off your body like that? Ever since your dad died..."

"We are late for Church ma," Ifeoluwa interrupted her mother. She detested it when her mom brought up the issue of her late dad.

Her mom looked at her daughter sadly, it had been a year since her husband Mr. Adebisi passed away, and today marked his first death anniversary.

Ifeoluwa and her mom boarded a Keke(Nigerian means of transportation) and headed to Church.

A few minutes later they arrived at church safely, her mom paid for the transport fare, and they walked towards the building.
The church building was fenced and had a black gate, the church was painted blue and white and a large signboard was placed at the entrance "The Love of God International Ministry," was boldly written on it.

A smile formed on her face as she remembered the story she heard thousands of times about why she started attending the Church.
Her mom was introduced to the Church by her best friend, and when she found out that the Church was named "The love of God" which was the meaning of her Yoruba name 'Ifeoluwa' she gladly attended and later convinced her dad to attend and since then it became their place of worship.

As they entered her mom quickly sighted her best friend Mrs. Darasimi and went to meet her.

Ifeoluwa found a space in the back seat and went ahead to sit there, they were very early so the ushers allowed them to a seat where they wanted.

She was glad nobody sighted her; they would have come and given their condolences, which she didn't want. It was bad enough for her that her dad died in this very church, she didn't need any of their fake care.

Ifeoluwa picked up her phone and logged into her Facebook page but was interrupted by someone while she was scrolling.

"Ifeoluwa, drop that phone," a guy wearing a black suit said to her.

She rolled her eyes at Mike, Michael was the youth fellowship leader, he was the only one she spoke to when she went for the fellowship, it was bad enough for her that she was forced by her mom to join, she was not interested in Interacting.