How I Became The Drummer š„ Boy at Students Fellowship
On a particular weekend, I decided to visit my female friend at their school hostel, and the idea was after discussions, I would leave, but I ended up with a sleep that lasted beyond the normal visiting hours.
Waking up, it was already 10:45 pm, and by this time, no male was allowed to cross the female hostel, but I was already inside, and the thoughts of how to vanish got over me.
In an attempt to run out of the hostel, I met some girls who were about to take their bath outside, and I had to return inside. Her roommates were on their way back at the same time.
I told him to offer me her wig and wrapper to wear and cover myself with. When her roommates arrived, she told them I was her female friend who came to visit but became sick and couldn't return.
It was night already, so I slept on her bed with her, turning my face to the wall. Her roommates came in and were gisting but paused to ask her who I was, to which she told them what we had earlier agreed.
One of the roommates came close to touch my neck and was like her body, that's me, is not really hot, and she responded yes, that I took medication not too long before they arrived.
The next thing I heard was can I pray for your visitor? And that was the student's fellowship Mama asked, requesting me to turn my face and have faith in prayers that I'll be fine. But my lady friend told her that I was a cultural Christian and that I didn't like prayers. At this point, fear has wounded me inside.
The idea now was to stay till 6:00 pm the next day, when men are usually allowed to visit the female hostel, so I could leave. Sleep came again, and this time around, I didn't know when I began snoring; my lady friend tapped me and whispered you're snoring like a man. That was how sleep vanished from my eyes till dawn.
At about 4:11 pm the next day, one of her roommates asked about my health and suggested that I should be taken to the hostel clinic before I die and put them in trouble, but my friend responded that I was getting better.
Guess who came in next... the student's fellowship Mama, who has been watching me without saying a word again since she learned that I don't like prayers.
The chance I had to leave the hostel freely as a man finally came, but that fellowship Mama was still around when others had already gone out for lunch.
I pretended to sleep again, but suddenly, I heard a touch on my back, and she said, Mr. Man, you're free to leave our hostel this minute before I call the school security operatives on you.
You have the right to remain silent because anything you do or say will be used against you in the school law court. Don't think I've been stupid and blind not to notice your shoes under the bed and when you were snoring like a pig.
My brothers and sisters, I didn't know when I got dressed and ready to disappear, but know that wasn't the end but the beginning of the whole drama.
Here, I got a strict invitation from Mama to attend the fellowship Evangelism outreach and other mid-week activities. If I dare to decline, that means she'll have to report my matters to the appropriate authorities in school.
Indeed, what God cannot do does not exist. To end it all from here, that was how I became a full-time drummer boy and instrumentalist at the student's campus fellowship.
Yours in service.
The handsome drummer boy @johnpetrašš
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