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THE CHURCH GIRL.

 



I have always been seen as a role model to those Christian homes who thinks that Christian is putting a long skirt that drop off your feet, tying headdress that hide both of your ears with a long sleeve top to give you a typical BORN AGAIN LOOK.

I was so adored by members of my church and my PAPA will always look for me at the close of worship service every Lord's Day to heap praises on me for making the church service lively and impactful.

To launch my popularity to it zenith, my position as the leading vocalist in the church choir  and my songs rendition gave a  blend of something that worth a salt, as I was the angel on the microphone during church service.

My life outwardly had earned me so much respect and admiration that when ever I walk out of the church in full session to go pour out salt solution from my body, all eyes were feeding on me.

One day I eavesdropped a mother admonishing the daughter at far corner of the church auditorium to embrace my kind of life as the one who was willing to follow the WAY OF THE CROSS.

In my choir, I was dating the choir director, Fred, and we have aborted more than three pregnancies.

Most Sundays, Fred and I will dust ourselves from the sins of the flesh as we rushed down to take the podium during worship service.

As if this wasn't enough, the first son of my church founder, Rowland was my side guy whom we have had fun severally in the name of learning musical instrument.

I even succeeded in turning Fred and Rowland against each other as they constantly fought for who was going to have me in his bed for the night.

Before rehearsals, the  choir group  was a mess, factions seen here and there backbiting what was on table and  Fred, the choir director was always at the centre of the gossip and he had had his way with nearly half of the choir group.

While the church was enjoying my voice on the mic, I was setting the choir group ablaze with gossips, jumping from one guy in the church to another.

In fact I was a stumbling block to other's salvation with my attitude and life within the group and most girls left the church because of me.

Whenever I hear people talk about girls, judge them on their appearance, I see it as absurd.

Once you cover every part of your body, you are the HOLY OF THE HOLIEST.

When you dress in rag, you are the Lucifer roaming the earth.

People forget that girls can look good without seeking attention.

Girls can dress well without the mindset of seducing someone.

Guys can dress in rag but have manners and they are cultured.

Girls can also dress like nuns but they are worst than Jezebel.

They even forget that some church girls are worst than prostitutes on the street.

It is really sickening to see the church, the family and the society believing in appearance rather than the person.

Not until we accept the person and not the appearance, they society won't make progress so to say.

My name is Ruth and I am the church girl.

✍️ Patrick Ekong

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