Nex vents

how is it that i call myself 'wild, the life of the party, loud,' and you know there is just this one thing that has forever been a hurdle to me and that is making friends in church. I have been brought up in a christian home, taught by my parents the ways of the Lord and how spiritually healthy it is to go to church, and trust me, just like any other child i used to go to church after a fight; after a struggle to leave bed and with a very straight face you'd walk to church consoling yourself on how it will be over soon and maybe by thinking about the games that you will play and what have you always got you by.. but one thing never passed me; the importance of going to church. Funny enough, when i was far away from home and had no one to monitor or tell me to wake up and go to church. i would just do it; mind you even when i went out practically the whole night i just used to drag myself to church somehow; So kudos! my parents i did learn a fact to go by. Anyway so the p

a few days back i was woken up by a phone call from my mum, as always started with, "are you still sleeping?" and its only natural for me to tell my mum the truth so i go like, "mmmh" and she burst out with, "aren't you coming to the funeral? how many times do i have to remind you to show up for events like this and show other people that you care? after that there was a click! so i dragged myself out of bed and woke up the rest of the house so that we could prepare to go for a funeral of some neighbor/relative by marriage. We reached there when the service was in session, and the multitude that had gathered was moving. There was an unwritten agreement, there were some people that were very sad and others who were even drunk, there was a loud quietness and there was a rowdy gathering of the young idlers of the area; some of the estate dwellers got time off work to just show up for a short while for the funeral. When it was time for the saddest moving bit;