Pantie Rule

17 | Suspicion

Sunday was great!

Just in case you didn't know, Sundays are my best days.

The sun shines brighter.

I wake up earlier.

The birds sing louder.

I hallow the the Psalms and hymnals that so grace my ears with their ever fragrant melodies(oh, Lord! I sound so poetic now)

Agnes was a part of the choir and she sings so well, you'd practically wake up from any sleep. Meanwhile, Jamila was in the choir too, she sings so well you'd trade your ears for poop — if you know what I'm saying. I cherish the moments of the holy communion. Or shall I tell you about my best moments when the catholic priests tell us to flee youthful lusts and sexual sins, and be holy.

While he says these, deep down in my heart, I'm numbering those girls who've lost their virginities: Sally, Chimego, Aderonke, Justina, Mercy, Efemena, Funke — the list goes on, and if possible, I steal scornful occasional glances at them. But totally dislike the moments when the priest says we have no right to judge anyone, "for we all who are holy and consecrated, were once sinners." He says. "Only God should be the judge." It pains me! It pains me that I shouldn't judge these lewd individuals! I'd never lose mine until marriage. Never.

Then I'll receive vengeful stares from those I scorned, but I don't care, I've never cared. Except for just one time when Lewechi poked me in the ribs and pointed me to Kosi. It was Kosi's eyes.... Kosi was a staunch catholic and so even from outside, she comes into school for Mass, but when I jammed her eyes that day, I was frightened for a nanosecond. I felt like my heart had dropped out of my chest. I thought I saw something. Hate, maybe. But also, considering the fact that she was always stone-faced she could look startlingly menacing at times

I couldn't sleep well that night.

I hope you sleep tonight, Loves.
Thanks for reading!