I have always been a believer,don’t get me wrong.I’ve always been dedicated.Infact,I have served God diligently right from my secondary school and undergraduate days.In my University days,you could refer to me as one of the regular guys on campus,cool-headed,easy-going and very gentle.However,I was one undergraduate easily picked out of the crowd not for any other any reason,but because of my sense of fashion.Violent colour-riots as dictated by my “Ghana-must-go” sack which served as my wardrobe spelt my poverty.With worn-out shirts,multi-generational trousers and shoes that had seen better days(but which had now fallen on evil days),my humility needed no introduction.So,when I described myself as an ‘easy-going’ and ‘cool-headed’ brother,it wasn’t like I really had much of a choice.I had to do menial jobs and run demeaning errands on weekends and during vacations so as to meet up with tough and demanding financial burdens.It was a typical hard-kock life like they say in Hip-hop.
But with all of that,I was very regular both at the campus fellowship and in church.I joined every department you could imagine,except the Ushering department as even my ‘Sunday best’ couldn’t prove me charismatic enough.But I was on fire for God,I never missed a service and I could pray for hours un-end.I evangelized and saved souls so much I guess the devil must have declared me wanted.I visited everyone,except the sisters though.I didn’t have to impress them,because they hardly looked my way.The few who befriended me only did so for the sake of tutorials which I wasn’t deficient in administering.
But all of that is history now.My hardwork ensured I left school with impressive grades and I got a good job.I now work with one of the new generation banks in Lagos.My pay is quite handsome and I get special renumerations like wardrobe-allowance,I mean,can you imagine!I now live life to the fullest as I buy what I want,when I want it and how I want it.And the ladies,oh,they practically drool over me in droves.All of a sudden,I have become the most eligible bachelor in town.I recently threw a remembrance ceremony in honour of my late father who died before I even gained admission into the University and I also renovated my family house.Did you just say good times are here?I couldn’t agree with you less.
Can you imagine who is complaining?My Pastor!He says I hardly come to church these days,both on Sundays,weekdays and even for special programs.Do you know I am seriously considering changing my place of worship?Because,seriously,I don’t know what his problem is.Despite being one of the few heavy givers and ‘tithers’ of the church,he still has the effontry to accuse me like he doesn’t need the money.True,my personal life suffers and I hardly have time for myself,but shouldn’t he understand that I belong to an Industry that requires me to be at work even on Sunday mornings?He even says he’s sure my spiritual life is suffering,and I ask what the hell he knows about my spiritual life.
