Akampumuza Obed
So this Sunday I decided that i would for once follow the rules of the Jewish culture to detail. I was going to observe the Sabbath and keep it holy for all day without any task accomplished until sunset. Just like any Christian fanatic, I decided I was to rest the whole day and with this being the second Sunday of the month, I owed it to my body
Completing a last month is usually tiring and troublesome because it’s only the losers that don’t welcome the new month with a little sound pollution, however, even they are dead asleep to know that the sound of their fart can amount to a fireworks-pop. After spending half of my week appearing at every noise harbor, from the clubs, to concerts and church, mine is disqualified as a calm new year and it is rather approved as a “noise new year”. After all these restless movements, Sunday was dedicated to maximum rest and so there I was in my bed tossing with curtains drawn so high that not even a dot of sunshine escaped into my room. This was my lazy day. What’s funny about lazy days is that you’re so lazy that even your eyelids can’t keep apart from each other and when you run out of sleep, you keep winking and drooling in fantasy and that was the case with me.
The only problem experienced on such days is that even with all your senses activated to the lazy mode, your stomach will be so active that you will eat everything from the leftover food to the onions and tomatoes that were supposed to spice that day’s food. On search a day, visitors are the last thing to occur to you because they interrupt your “peace of mind” with their demands and needs.
So luckily for me there was none until late in the afternoon when there was a soft continuous knock on the door that had an optimism that someone could be inside the house. Hurriedly, I wrapped myself in clothing to attend to whoever was behind my long-piece of ornamental metal for a door.
With me, I was faced with two jolly faces of smartly dressed young men and I concluded that they were lost and maybe needed my assistance on the directions to wherever they were going, with them, they carried cross bags and smiles. These men had a sure speech and immediately asked if I would be kind to let them into my house so we could share on something small. With my previous null-dormant mood, my room was no reception to strangers and so I immediately confessed that I was in no position to allow them in but however we could talk outside if they felt comfortable with it. With their affirmation, I instantly rushed in to bring us three chairs for the two of them and one for me. It was until I sat myself down and they each started searching their cross bags that it struck me they were Jehovah’s Witness.
In the movies, the actors often give them an irritated attitude and I never knew why till then. These people have a lunch-hour timing and just to be polite, you let them stay as long as they wish but deep down you’re willing their brains to tell their mouths to say farewell. Their beliefs are usually shocking to a casual Christian and just like those unwanted guests that never show signs of wanting to leave. Jehovah’s witnesses will stay for over thirty minutes after asking for five minutes of your time as they open more pages of the different issues of books they will have come with. The worst destruction that could happen to you on a laissez-faire Sunday is a troupe of Jehovah’s witness because just the thought of a hell fire will keep you put to them.
