Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
|John H Payne|
Sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴀᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ, ɪɴɢʟᴇᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ, ᴄʟᴀʀᴇɴᴅᴏɴ
6:40ᴀᴍ
Taylan's POV
Petra Kaye's medley is blasting through the house and while I bathe, I'm singing along to the music.
''God is my keeyyyyyy...per...God is my keeyyyy...perr...God is my keeyyyyyy...perr...''
Lady can sing enuh man
''I look down the road and I wonder yes I wonder ooh I wonder...I look down the road and I wonder how far I was from God....so I buckle up my shoes and I journey..."
Jah...trust mi star
"....I journey home to God."
The thought of the sound of my phone ringing cuts my singing down to humming as I cock my ears high to really listen...
It a ring fi true?
When I hear the sound again, too clearly for it to be a figment of my imagination, I dive through the shower curtains and exit the bathroom, putting in more momentum than I started with.
The white towel is barely wrapping my naked body as I hurry to my ringing phone on the bed.
Mi deven come outta d bathroom good, lawd
Before I can reach the side of my bed where my iPhone lies, mommy's voice delays my actions a little.
"Taylan?! Yuh finish bathe?!" She calls over the music.
"Yes ma!" I answer. My room door is slightly ajar so I'm certain she heard me.
I grab my phone and among my socials and Quora Digest notifications, I realize that the missed call is from Oshari.
Oshari is a....well for the lack of a more ideal word, friend I guess.
We only really talk at church, barely over app but we converse more than an acquaintance would yet it remains...we don't really roll like friends.
She's alright though.
She's a year older and she goes to Denbigh High.
Oshari is like that one girl who people would class as 'nuff' or that she does too much.
If a church event is to be held, she's visible...a school event, she's visible.
But Oshari is a really good singer and her talent suprasses just singing.
If you ask me, Oshari a star man.
We're supposed to be singing at church today so more than likely, she's just calling to find out how soon I'll arrive, possibly for a quick run through.
But she knows that it's a must.
I'll be there.
My eyes drop to her name and the whatsapp voice note that she sent almost immediately after the missed call.
Soon listen that. Besides mi nuh wah tell har seh mi aguh reach in time fi run through and end up reach late.
I lightly toss my phone back on the bed and glance at the clock above my bed. It reads fifteen to seven, causing me to release a sigh.
Every Sunday it's the same thing
My parents have being doing this for as long as I can remember so it's more than a routine for us...it's a lifestyle. Because the food preparations would've been made from yesterday you know...
Grater coconut
Cut up and season meat
Cook peas...dem ting deh
...cooking is always in full swing and dinner is normally done before we leave for church.
Right before I went to bathroom, mommy was done frying chicken and rice was almost finish.
The only thing that wasn't completely done was the fish. It might seem as if we have ample time but wait...
Just wait until 7:30 rolls around
You'll see how daddy isn't ready and he's a big old pastor
Old enough to do better if you ask me
Always talking about lead by example
Nuh wonder church people nuh know time.
And yes. I said it.
So let's just get some ground facts out of the way before we go any further.
My father is a pastor- he's the pastor of the Toll Gate Church of God of Prophecy. He's also a contractor.
My mother is the Regional Manager at NCB Insurance Limited and I have an older brother who teaches math at Manchester High.
I live in Clarendon with both our parents- Inglewood Drive specifically but Owen lives at Glenmuir Road.
Even so, we both spend our eight hours of school in Manchester.
Proud Bishop girl right here if I do say so myself.
Some people might even wonder why I journey so far out of parish to attend school when so many schools are literally two steps away.
In all honesty, it has never been a hassle.
But anyways.
I quickly dry myself and put on my underwear and brassiere. I apply some body oil and deodorant and the other essential stuffs before putting on my dress and shoes.
Thankfully I did my hair prior to showering so getting ready won't be too much of a nuisance.
Because God knows on a Sunday? Getting ready can definitely be a nuisance.
^^^^^^^^^^
It's now nine minutes to eight and best believe we're still not ready.
Well me ready
We're waiting on daddy because mommy is already dressed.
Currently, she's tending to her hair while I'm in the settee waiting on them as I take a trip to TikTok.
"Brian come nuh man, Taylan ready enuh." Mommy says hurriedly and I look up from my phone.
She walks into the living room in her Tory Burch slippers, holding her heels. "Zip this up fimi." I lock my phone and help her to zip her beige dress.
She then ease into her shoes.
"Unuh ready?" Daddy asks as he comes up to us with a mug before sitting on the arm of the settee.
Mommy hates when he does it
"Nuh wi fi a ask you dat?" Mommy quips while grabbing her bag and bible.
Daddy takes a sip of his tea and looks at me wid him big yeye dem.
"Taylan yuh ready a ready?"
He's fully aware that I'm ready yet he's still asking
I shake my head.
"Den hear yah nuh Jesus." Mommy says and throws her hands up in the air. "Yuh nuh see dat Brian?"
Daddy takes another sip from the mug before disappearing to his office and soon, he comes back out with his bag.
Guess di time nuh...
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