TEQUILA (ON GOING)

Chapter 1:The pickpocket, the violent and the bitch.

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-------the earth is vast and so is our own personal little world--------

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The presiding sound of the organ crescendo, emitted its sound from the section in which the parish choristers were positioned at one side of the large church. A slim built lady led the singing,which was congregational and inspiring except for the bored, disinterested look etched on the face of a girl clad in an all black outfit, sitted beside a lady who had a huge pink gele proudly resting on her head as she sang in a loud and strident voice.

The girl winced, feeling totally edged about her atmosphere yet she dared not to leave the church. Not except she wanted a handful of ear splitting yells accompanying her home.

Not like she cared anyway, she just didn't want ugly voices settling around her. so,she fixed her interest in the piles of people who queued up to the altar, holding their clamped hands, firmly on their chest while pulling an agonized look on their faces as they pitched their way warily to the altar. kneeling in front of the priest who muttered inaudibles to them, before placing the rounded 'host' on their strechted out tongues.

Every one of them had sorrowful looks embodied on their faces as though they had just lost a mother and they were in deep mourning. She scoffed, it was all a facade. Once outside, they would drop the mournful look on their faces and will all resume to being the judgemental and hateful hypocrites that they were.

Besides, she didn't understand how people did pray to someone who they never saw before.it was a total waste of time to her and so far as she was concerned, there was no supernatural being not even a God. It was a just a deep fallacy.

Amazing grace, how sweet thou sound, that saved a wretch like meeee...

The lead singer at this point, seemed to have topped her notch abit higher causing the speakers to break into a shrill cry. She scowled, placing her index finger into one side of her ears to prevent the noise from splitting her eardrums.

This was it. She couldn't take it anymore, come what the consequences were, she was leaving this building. It was bad enough that she had to come here,this wasn't her scene. talk more of listening to shrill cries of speakers, loud singers and terribly voiced individuals not forgetting the faux sullen looks on the faces of the congregation, taking the 'communion'.

Drawing her feets backwards, she stretched her spine to a full length before standing on her ten toes, making vague signs at people, signalling them to shift so she could pass. A firm hand gripped her wrist to catch her attention, she stopped. Turning to face the person who happened to be the woman with the huge gele

"Where are you going?"the woman asked In an irritated whisper tone

"To the rest room" she replied nonchalantly, not waiting for the approval of the woman, she sauntered out of the building to a more secluded area of the church building.

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The church compound wasn't vast but at least, it could serve as a parking lot for parishioners who had cars.The floors of the compound was cemented thereby, making the environment devoid of trees asides the single oak tree which stood tall near the pastoral house.

She picked her way past the fleet of cars, parked in the compound,making her way towards her usual getaway spot.it was abit of secluded area where she and her bestfriend, Tola usually hung out whenever they came to the church. And for some reason today, she was getting excited to catch up with Tola.