Yellow Pawpaw episode 2 – finale

Yellow Pawpaw
CHAPTER TWO
“Mama wey offering na?, i asked my mom holding the door knob. “Dey go church, i go give your sister make she give you for church” My mom replied.
I strolled down to church “did i just say stroll?” No, i meant trekk, the distance is very long. You may be wondering why i did not follow my mom. Let me tell you why. My mom wants all of us to enter one bike, she says it is to reduce cost.
I decided not to follow her again after the first day i followed her, we first wasted time waiting for bike, eventually we saw but my mom was pricing the bike money from #300 to #100, mehn i hear am that day ooo, they eventually agreed at #150, me, my mom and ifeanyi sat at the back while chioma sat in front of the bike man, it was so embarrassing.
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I reached church by 8:30am, they were thirty minutes into Sunday school. I entered into the church after greeting some elderly people before they say ” person no dey greet again”. I met my guy “Pablo”, we nicknamed after the famous “Pablo Escobar”(� ) because of his notoriety but he failed woefully in the aspect of generosity. I don’t know why he even comes to church, God Angels are suppose to be tired of his sins.
The Sunday school teacher was teaching about “Holiness”, it was as if the sermon was for me and Pablo even though Pablo is worse than me. He was busy looking at any pretty lady that entered the church.
The service started with praise and worsh¡p then to normal service. I was feeling sleepy because of the air conditioner that was left on. The ushers were always coming to me to tell me to sit up, dunno why they can’t mind their business. My prayer was that the service should end “sharp sharp”.
Just as i was about to bow my head and use style to sleep, a girl walked into the church and came to sit next to me. I could not think well for like 6 seconds, Omo� see “YELLOW PAW PAW ooo, it seems the dream i had this morning was coming to pass. Oya let me start with her angelic face to her stunning shape. I will believe if i was told that she is a model. It was offering time, that was when my sister from no where with her dress like those house maid in nollywood movies. “Bro Oche, mummy say make i give you this money for offering” stretching a rumpled ten naira note, i felt like denying her sha but i had to think fast because the “yellow paw paw” girl was staring at us. ” No need for the money, tell mom that i went to the bank this morning to withdraw my offering” , i told my sister who was looking at me like “Patience Ozokwor”. I gave her that look “get out from here before i land you”. Thank God she understood the look and left. I just pray she did not go and tell my mom because problem will start from there(later learnt that she used it to buy sweet)
Offering time came, i danced to alter and pretended to drop something in the offering basket(only God will save me).
After service, i was looking for the girl, i saw her trying to leave the church auditorium. I quickly ran towards her because i may not have the opportunity again. “Hey”, i called to her attention, she looked towards me and a waited. “Hey, my na…..me is O…che” i told her not knowing how to start a conversation with her. “My name is Ann, you are the guy i sat next to abi? (“No i was the one that sat with your father yesterday, girls and their yeye questions) “Yeah, how was the service” i replied, “it was cool, my first time here though” she responded trying to avoid eye contacts.
“K, umm, would love to know you better do you mind giving me your number, mean no harm.
She looked at me for some time before she wrote it on a sheet of paper i provided(lied that i was charging my phone, did not want her to see my rubber bounded nokia asha”
I bade her bye and she left.
” Ochhhe Ocheee” that was my mom coming towards me, “Wetin you tell your sister when i tell am to give you offering money?, which time you start to de go bank? ”
I started thinking of a lie to tell but thank God she did not meet me with “YELLOW PAW PAW” Ann. She would have said that it was women that made me fail JAMB. But come to think of it, who will meet a woman like Ann and will not fail JAMB??
THE END
 
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