[b] A short story composed, written, packaged, edited ad produce by < @Emmyrexx>
Please don't mind the blunders in it...
Enjoy.
"Wow!... It gonna be first Sunday tomorrow ...
I can't wait to storm to the church with my new dress tomorrow sister Sahara sef go take"
I said to myself joyously before i went to sleep that Saturday night.
I woke up the next morning which is the first Sunday of the month feeling so excited to go to church do you know why??? Cos i cant wait to impress those choristers with the new S.T packing shirt ad black pam trouser, a golden wrist watch with a nice black shoe i just bought with the money i codedly collected from my bro lying about school fees which has been already balance by mum ( let the Nigeria student reading this reply me as i shout Great Nigeria Student!)...
I got up that morning took a quick shower bath with no sponge ad soap cos i couldn't contained the excitement filled inside of me anymore. I ran inside my room put on the dress, talking, put on my shoe with my tie ad my golden wrist watch picked my little mirror to checked myself. was so impressed with my sef..
"Wow! Those choir go talk today especially sis Sarah..." I said to my self.
Sis Sahara is a lady that i like so much in our church ad she's one of the choristers but she wouldn't even reply my hello whenever i try to create a conversation with her ad i so much have that believe in me that she's gonna fall after seeing me on my new outfit today.
Out of too much excitement i decided to do a few steps to a music played at next room...
I dance ad dance feeling so happy but while dancing i heard a strange sound but i never paid any attention to it...
After dancing to my satisfaction i set to church...
On my arrival to church, i blow yanga in ad sat down at the first sit at the front of the church facing the choristers feeling like a king...
So as the program was going on, the pastor said "Tell the person sitting at your side that you are beautiful"
I turned my face at my side, beside me sat a old woman that should be in her early seventies... Her face is bombarded with wrinkles...
"O boy!... I no fit talk that one o, if talk am say she beautiful, nah big lie...ad i no one lie for first Sunday."... I said to myself. So i didn't tell her instead i just greeted her.
After praise ad worship i notice that all the choristers was looking at me ad they were smiling...
Me so happy... I looked straight to sister Sahara eyes ad i notice a little smile on her face...
"Chai...o boy, them this choirs don dey phor for me already, even sister Sahara sef dey feel me" i said to my self smiling mischievously...
Then time for offering came...
I rose went to the offering box with yanga, dropped the last #500 on me inside the box. infact peacock can't blow that kind of yanga i did that morning...
On going back to my seat bro Jacob the usher walked up to me ad whisper to my hear
"Bro Emmanuel... please zip up, your balls are out" ..
"What!"... I exclaimed i looked down immediately ad saw my giant balls swinging left ad right. then i realise i didn't wore my boxer when i was dressing out of too much excitement.
Out of shyness i couldn't go back to my seat i decided to go out of the church at the same time adjusting my zip which has refuse to zip...up. While dragging my zip then again bro Jacob ran to me ad said...
"Bro Emmanuel... Where are you going please hurry, your black butt is causing distraction"...
Ad then it downed on me that my new pam black trouser as turn at the back side living by buttock collecting fresh air..
I look back straight to sister sahara eyes immediately ad found her laughing seriously with her muscle vividly showing all over her neck...
My eyes was soaked with water so i ran out of the church... Suddenly i felt a sting on my cheek i ignored it then it happened again, this time i slapped my self pretty hard then i woke up with tears all over my eyes breathing heavily, everywhere was dark. I manage to locate my phone ad check the time, it was 5:30 A.m one(1) march 2017...
Turns out it was dream..
"O pe oo..Thank God" i said to my self...
When it was exactly 8o'clock in the morning,
I gently ad gradually put on my dress, checked my self very well, refuse to dance to the music that was played at the next room ad majestically walk to church...
Ad ofcos... My outfit got the attention of sister Sahara giving me the opportunity to have a lovely ad amicably conversation with her...
The End[/b]
