Dear Diary,
It is Good Friday but am still hanging around campus for the same reason as most of you-avoiding home chores.
For a person that usually has a lot of plot, I just don’t feel up to it now that most of my friends are home. Since Jesus has died for me, I decide to go my original church; by that I mean church of Uganda Anglican instead of my usual Watoto.
As I enter, the first thing I realize is this guy; dark, broad chest, with an afro on the head and a clear sense of style. All I can think of him is one word – CHEWABLE.
I made sure I sit within his sight flaunting my well manicured fingers in front of the church sit where he could glimpse at them.
The service was yet to begin and as he sat down on his chairs, he caught my eye and smiled widely. To my surprise, he moved straight towards to me grasped me a tight hug.
“Long time! It has been really long since you last came to church, Jackie”
I can swear, he had mistaken me for another person but I couldn’t drop my chance of being acquainted.
“Yeah, long time! You’re looking good and all grown up!’ I dried
“We need help with the play. One of the crucifiers is late and you were a good actress in your days if my memory serves me right.” He praised.
Seeing that crucification doesn’t need me to speak but just pushing Jesus around, I agreed. It was also a good chance to try out a church boy (long-term goal-I never do things without a goal)
It wasn’t too long before my part came but whatever had come over me to stay in my heels, I still can’t figure it out.
Crucifier, came with a group of other guys pushing Jesus and that’s when I slid, face first to the floor.
The congregation all gasped with an “Owwwwww” sound followed by a painful silence
I felt the pain gash through me at the impact with the floor but the shame I felt was even greater. I deliberately refused to pick myself up and stayed on the floor face down.
So my hot guy-(didn’t know what he’s name was yet) came and picked me up and I went all but drapped on him.
On reaching the vestry, I felt him pull away to go back to church so I turned into him, my face in his neck as I gave off a few tears pretending to have a twisted ankle. The feel of his sordid body against mine felt like heaven as he patted my back.
With extra care, he sat me down promising to take me home. Well that was a start, I said to myself as I smiled sheepishly at his retreating back.
