- Posted by Edith Ohaja
- On May 6, 2016
- 52 Comments
Hello! We continue our short story serial from the point our kid is still trying to figure out the root of the problem at home but his parents aren’t giving him any clues. Has his imaginary real friend been of help? Let’s see.
Oh and the experience of reading this episode won’t be complete if you don’t join the Sunday School class portrayed in the illustration. And attempt the quiz! Haha! Want to see how many adults will flunk the test that many six to eight-year olds will pass.
TALKING TO MY IMAGINARY REAL FRIEND #4
Sunday 11 a.m.
I’ve just been dropped off by our neighbours. My parents let me go to church with them. They say it will be good for me. The children’s church is divided into classes and today, our teacher gave me the gift she promised when I joined her class last month – a Book of Bible Stories. Should be called Book of Bible Pictures as it has more drawings than stories. But I love it. The drawings have beautiful colours and I can read the words. I’ve finished the first story – “In the beginning”. Nothing too hard so far.
I talked to God in church today. I told him about my mum crying and my dad angry and no one will tell me why. He said I should tell Mum Dad is leaving but it would only be for a while. I didn’t understand it but I wrote it down ’cause it seemed important. But I forgot to ask Him how I can get Mum to answer my question about the right time for her to have a baby or how to find out what she is hiding.
I find my mum in their bedroom, crying again. She wants to say something but I beat her to it, “I know, you’re not crying.” She really starts weeping loudly and I’m confused.
“I’m sorry. What did I do? I thought that was what you were going to say.”
She calms down after a while and I remember the message. So I tell her and she mutters, “He’s left already.” Then she looks up suddenly and asks, “What did you just say?” I repeat the message exactly as before and she goes, “Who told you that?”
“God,” I answer and she lets out one long breath. “That is the best thing I have heard today,” she says, sniffing. “And you know what, I believe it. I have to believe it.”
-To be continued-
Ⓒ Edith Ugochi Ohaja 2016
Poor kid must be so confused. Things are going topsyturvy at home. Should he keep talking to God? Can He actually help when his mum doesn’t even go to church?
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