Today we went to St Johns Anglican Church. This started at 9am and ran on until 1pm. Honestly, for me, this was very interesting but to go on for so long tested my patience. I give the choir and congregation 10/10 for effort, but for the singing ability, it would have to be far far lower. The message the pastor had for us was probably the most interesting, explaining the difference and similarities between Muslims and Christians belief. This being important as the population of Gwada is both Christian and Muslim. The offering went on for the longest time and was when the church was at its most energetic, everyone taking turns to put money into a bag at the front of the church. I thought this would be the end of the money giving, but I was to be corrected. A man went on to take donations, announcing how much that man/ woman had given to the congregation and getting a round of applause. Of course, the people that gave more money received the loudest round of applause... this didn't seem very "Christian" to me as a certain story in the bible pops to mind about a rich man and a poor man. Jesus is said; for showing off his wealth and donation that a camel has more chance of going through the eye of a needle than the rich man has of getting into heaven. After the service, we were all given Jollof rice and some water which was very nice and provided by the church and then headed back to Jacks host home, as they were the ones who invited us to church in the first place. Here we were hoping to watch some of the World Cup, but of cause, the only channel that didn't work was the one showing the football. So, we ended up watching Nollywood and chatting until it was time to go home, in fear of breaching Curfew, which is 7pm. On the way home, I came across a dying lizard, being the animal lover I am, I checked whether it was dead and saw it was breathing. I then dabbed it with water, and it drank the droplets from my fingers. I took it home. When I got home, I placed the barely moving Lizard next to me and sat down. Before I knew it, a chicken came out of nowhere and ate the lizard in one. I don't know what the moral of this story is, but I feel like there must be one. Maybe the circle of life or something along those lines.
After this, I followed the usual routine of a bucket shower, food and bed. Electricity still being out and limiting my options in the evenings.
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