The church service was great. The best part was when I began to feel the presence of the participation spirit. The congregation was lesser than the last time I had came here---when I was twelve.
I'm fourteen,about to turn fifteen in May. The Basic Education Certificate Examinations (BECE)awaits on the 10th of June, this year. As a qualified candidate of the exam, I'm supposed to be at home studying. Somewhat, here am I, amongst a congregation of adults.
The church doesn't have a class range for teenagers. And so far, I've only seen two teenagers--- One, a girl amongst the elderly members--- the other, behind the drums waving randomly. I recognised him. He's from the neighbourhood. He said 'what's up' to me this morning. I had expected 'good morning' from such a decent looking boy. I guess he was just dancing to the tunes of the society.
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Non-FictionA Short Story Describing a Boy's Family; An intolerable father,a loving and hardworking mother,a helping and exemplary sister,two stepmothers;one good,the other,the opposite.
