Where did that innocence go? By Oluwaseun Beatrice Wende
Where did that innocence go? Oluwaseun Beatrice Wende Around the corner, close to my former hostel, there was this home based church. They always had one program or the other each day of the week; jeez, Thursdays were hell. The disturbance, the funny prophesies, and really weird prayer points made us laugh daily. Sundays, well, that was a different ball game entirely. Usually, I go to Mass before their service starts, and return around 9am when they're rounding up their Sunday school program. Then, without exaggeration, the service continues till 2-3pm. But something made me tolerate this church, despite all I assumed were mere shenanigans. It was their children choir. These kids practiced every Saturday evening, would meet them rehearsing on my way back from our own choir rehearsals. I remember the first time I heard them singing; I was just dropping my music file on the bed when I heard them. I met my neighbor and we walked towards the church together to hear the kid