Dear diary, it's not just another Sunday but Easter Sunday. I made up my mind since the week that no matter how tired or stressed I may be, I must make it to church today.
By past 6a.m I was up. I joined my family in our morning prayers and then proceeded to make the stew and simultaneously make breakfast which was my famous home-made buns.
My husband tried dissuading me from going to church considering how tired I was plus my sweet bunch were down health wise but I have set my mind as a Flint and I am not backing down.
By past 8a.m, the children had eaten, taken their baths and watching their favourite cartoon 'PJ Masks'. I then left alone for church.
I do not for one bit regret going to church. In addition to it being the first sunday, as an Easter Sunday, we had double dose of choir renditions. I love to hear good music and today I was not disappointed.
At close of church, I made my way home.
In a Keke back from church
Luckily for me, the rice was on fire. I only had to make salad. I could not eat my Easter rice. Today, I felt like eating something different and my brother surprised me with shawarma
My half eaten shawarma
Join me in eating my ice-cream
That's my only meal today.
Afterwards, I searched for an appropriate dress to wear the following day for a wedding. As a female, other of my species would agree with me that when you believe you do not have a worthy dress to wear for an occasion, you spend plenty of time fitting and re-fitting all your clothes. That was my situation.
By night, I was fagged out and my family had to make do with the rice left over from noon.
Sleep calls. Goodnight all...
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