In the city where I live in Nigeria, Sunday mornings are usually very quiet. Empty roads, closed shops and quiet streets as most people are in church. Generally, over half of the population are christians with the other half being muslims and a very few unidentifying with either religions. Church parking area looking like a car dealer shop, people dressed in their best attires all gathering with one aim – to serve Jesus. The warm handshakes amidst church service, the friendly hugs and people looking all smiles sure make you want to return another Sunday.
It is on Sundays that you hear responses to questions sounding like “we bless God”, “God is great”, “He is faithful as always”, “It is well”, “God is still on the throne”. Basically most people wear their righteous hat on that day; if only they will wear it all week-long.
It is Monday morning and the offices are open, businesses are back as usual until you hit a wrong button. From the impatience of road users, to the very rude receptionist right down to the family who decides to poison their neighbour’s cat just because she was hungry and stole their fish, to the market women who will measure half a cup of grain and swear by everything they hold dear that is it one cup. From the lecturer who will only pass his student after taking her to bed to the husband whose wife is his punching bag. From the young lady who decides to make a living off bedding married men down to the housewife who resorts to traditional voodoo in a quest to keep her husband to herself. From the jealous friend who covets what her friend has to the woman who thinks the son of another is doing better than hers.
It is Friday and the values displayed 5 days ago are long forgotten; but if we are the body of Christ, why isn’t His love showing?
We destroyed the 10 commandments and neglected the fruit of the spirit. We live like people who do not know God, we transfer aggression to people at work even when they are trying to be nice. We call the rough driver ahead of us ‘blocked head’, we pointed accusing finger at each other and mock the pregnant teenager. We are quick to say who is righteous and who isn’t: displaying our perfect unpaid-for roles as God’s PAs.
It is Sunday morning again and we dust our Bibles, dress up and drive our cars so expensive they can feed a whole village, cars bought with ill-gotten money, making our way to church. We dance and show off our gold accessories and gorgeous attires and drop thousands of Naira we looted from the government treasury, the bribe we took from the poor widow who sold all her valuables just so that you would let her son graduate from the University. We offer to God monies gotten from our married-man boyfriend after sleeping with him. We dance and offer to God seed offering with a fowl odour instead of incense, we offer to God gifts that make his heart bleed. We dance and show off our wealth as we oppress the poor and the needy.
Is that the Christianity Jesus teaches?
Is this the reason he died?
Is this why he bled so we can have life?
Is this why he became poor so we can be rich?
Where is the power of the cross in our lives?
It is Monday, but I can’t even find my Bible!
FASHION TODAY: This combination isn’t really new at all. It has been the ‘in’ thing all year but most people wear fitted tops and tuck it in the pants. I however, wanted something different. I wanted a peplum, I initially wanted double peplum but it couldn’t work with the big flower across the chest region. I styled myself completely from head to toe as usual. If it is something you will like, kindly leave me a message on facebook here or Ig here.
So, there was a funny story to this shoot. My cousin told me she was an excellent photographer, she convinced me to get dressed and ready for a shoot. We couldn’t get the location we wanted so we used a vacant room. The shoot started and only then did I realise how much of a terrible photographer she was. She truly had an A in photography as she studied some TV and journalism stuff but an ‘A’ on paper isn’t an ‘A’ in practical. we had a good laugh about her ‘A’ in photography though. These are the few good ones.
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