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Fantasy

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I woke up feeling the cold, I could perceive the dry dusty air. I looked outside through my window and all I could see was a cloud of white dust.

It has never snowed in Nigeria when I was a little girl, I used to pray every day that the virgin Mary would tell Jesus to make it snow for Christmas and new year. During the intercessory that mum forced us to do every night, I used to silently pray for snow instead of dust every Christmas, don't get me wrong, harmattan in its amazing ways is actually my favorite weather because then I can wash my jeans and it drys in like 45mins but it wouldn't kill to have snow for once. Now, look at me now, wishing and hoping that a Priest would love me and maybe marry me off.

I rolled to the other side of my bed and picked my phone from the bedstand, it was amazing the way I roll while sleeping. My brother had joked about Dad putting a foamy floor for me instead of tiles in case I fell while sleeping so I wouldn't have to break my bones.
"6:00," it said, very soon mum would come knocking on the door, today is the last Sunday of the month and so we had to pray early and get to church. I let my eyes roam my room and it landed finally on the picture on the wall, it is a family picture taken on the day of my confirmation last year. I was in between my parents all clothed in white, the scarf, and the shoe inclusive and my elder brother Udochukwu was standing near my dad smiling as if he was the one that just got confirmed.

"Good morning Dad, Mum, Udo" I greeted before I made my way to the same seat I always sat for prayers.

" perfect time to wake up," my Mum said stroking her hands together.

" you have to learn to be timely Kamsi" she started.

" you see this your attitude of coming in late for prayers?" She said with a pause as she picked her Missal up, " it has to stop" she spoke up " One day you will sleep through your lecture time, when we went to school, you had to be punctual, I don't understand youths of these days" she said touching her rosary.

"It's still like that Mum," Udochukwu said winking at me.

" Traitor"

" Can we pray now? We have to be in church " my dad said and with that, the prayers started.

"Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are thou among women and blessed is

the fruit of thy womb Jesus.

Holy Mary Mother of God,

pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death

Amen."

Begin born into a strict Catholic home, the type of home that you weren't allowed to visit, or go to other churches because they are " mushroom churches and churches of hungry pastors" the type that never missed church no matter how sick you are, could be annoying. Once Mum has been hospitalized for a month but every Sunday, she insisted that the Priest Come to the hospital, every Sunday to give her the communion " there is power in this blood and flesh" she always said after the priest must have gone. The kind that never missed confession to the extent I knew my penance before I go to meet the priest. The kind that went to strictly Catholic schools, sometimes I feared that when I actually meet non-Catholic's I wouldn't know how to react or talk to them.