The music raged on. I was in church. Yes, i looked upon their smiling faces.
'What on earth gives them such joy?' I mused.
I took a seat in one of the plastic chairs, the West African sun blazed in it's full strength. Rivulets of sweat cooled my skin. I looked surprised. The preachers held me in awe. They were like mobile Bibles, well all was well that day. Church closed, i wished to be like them. A preacher