Just like many other cultures brought to the black continent by the Europeans, going to church on Sunday mornings was a well carried out activity in Nigeria. The former commissioner’s party was incomplete without the Thanksgiving service on a Sunday Morning.
As several people made their way to the church building, so were the attendants of the three-day party which was about to be concluded with this church service.
‘’Enter into his gates with thanksgiving and into his court with praise. Be thankful unto him, bless his name…’’ these were the words of the clergyman.
As the sermon continues with the clergyman quoting different chapters of the holy book, so were the thoughts of many of the congregation entering different chapters of their lives.
Was it Ireti? She was filled with contempt about her son’s disappearing act last night at the same time the Williams’ siblings were looking for their new found cousin. How could both of them be missing simultaneously if they weren’t together? She hoped not.
Bunmi. The youngest of the Williams’ family. She had been craving for men’s attention all her life. The ones she had liked didn’t show interest. Things had been a little worse since the new girl arrived. Kola, her brother, that had been her best company, at least once in a while had no time for her anymore. He only knew they still lived under the same roof when looking for Nike was the matter arising. If she had knew how much beauty she possessed, she would have advised her mother against accommodating the orphan girl. She had been around all this while and Deji never looked her direction, except perhaps if he had to look for Kola. What the hell is wrong with these folks needing her when they need to find their cohorts? She thought. Perhaps she would do better looking for a hidden treasure in the Ultimate Search Reality Show.
Now she was really pissed by Peter. She thought he had a thing for her, but whatever item they were going to be was now almost impossible since her mother introduced the SLOT manager to Nike. He was immediately drawn to Nike. It wasn’t hard to tell.
Nike. She was going to so pay for being a major contributor for her single-hood after her much anticipated house party.
Deji Adelowo. He was sitting next to his supposed fiancé but all he could think of was the girl from Ife. Can he really get over her? He was smart enough to figure out that the more time he spends trying to pretend he is okay with the Nike affair, the harder it becomes to get Nike to be with him. But then again, he needed to stay far away from her. Nike was just supposed to be opening chapter in the book of his life romance, but how she was becoming the story was a mystery to him. Deji’s situation could be best described as a dilemma.
‘’Ata nma ra nma ganga poro chineke mo…’’ came on. Like the choir knew what the congregation yearned for, they all rose to their feet to dance to the praise song.
The church service ended and so was the three day party. Pleasantries were exchanged among Mrs Williams’ and her guests. Deji managed to avoid contact with Nike. She also made it easier for him. He felt at least after this party he would be absolved from the torture he receives by her presence.