## _MY UNEXPECTED SUNDAY EXPERIENCE_

Hey everyone, Happy new week. Hope your Monday starts off well. Yesterday was quite the ride, and since I didn’t get the chance to update before midnight, I thought — why not start the week by sharing how my Sunday went? Let’s catch up. So Sunday started a little rocky. I woke up by 6:00am — which may sound early to some, but trust me, on a Sunday morning in school, that’s running late already. Especially when the church bus usually shows up by 6:30am sharp. Before I could even properly pull myself together, word got to me that the bus had already arrived and was set to zoom off. I missed it. Just like that. I won’t lie, I felt bad. I rolled back into bed, not really settled. I’m not the most religious person, but for some reason, my spirit really wanted to be in church that day. Funny how that works, right?

While still lying down, feeling a bit moody, a student from another room came to iron in ours and casually asked if I wasn’t going for service. I explained what happened, he laughed, then invited me to his church instead. Well, rather than sulking in bed all morning, I figured — why not? This time, the bus for his church wasn’t coming until 8:00am, so I had time. Got ready, even waited for him to finish preparing (which reminded me of how people always say “I’m coming” when they haven’t even started dressing). Eventually, the bus came, we hopped in, and off we went. Getting to the church was already a whole vibe. The ushers welcomed us with glowing smiles, and guess what — it was Cultural Sunday. People dressed in all kinds of colorful traditional attires. Lucky me, I was unintentionally matching the occasion — let’s call it divine timing.

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The service kicked off a few minutes before 10:00am, and let me just say: it was everything. The singing, the dancing, switching between different languages and dialects — it felt like a cultural carnival with the Holy Spirit as the MC. I enjoyed every bit of it and honestly, I wished I could upload a video recording of all the dancing so you could hear and see what I mean — it was that good. You would enjoy it too.

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Well… I had one problem. I hadn’t eaten. And by the time we were getting past 11am, then 12pm, then even 1pm, my stomach started humming louder than the choir. I’m usually out of church before 11am, so my whole body was not ready for this marathon. We finally rounded off just before 2pm. As a first-timer, I had to stay behind for a short while, which thankfully didn’t take long. We got into the bus and began the journey back — about a 40-minute ride. The plus side? We were all given soft drinks and small chops in the bus. Tell me that’s not a reward for endurance. Just when I thought the day would slow down, I got a call reminding me of another campus event by 3:00pm. It was supposed to be a talkshow on skills and entrepreneurship. I barely had time to breathe. I got back to the hostel after 3pm, didn’t even take my clothes off — because if I did, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere again. So I just swapped my shoes for something more comfortable and rushed out. I got there to find out... I was early. Too early. Only the organizers were around, still setting up sound and instruments. I told myself I was only giving them 2 hours max, because I still hadn’t eaten, hadn’t rested, and battery was going low.

The program started before 4:00pm, but surprise twist — it felt like another church service. Singing, dancing, shouting, praying — all over again. I know the entrepreneurship stuff would come later, but honestly, I wasn’t built for a double shift of fire and tongues in one day. No offense to the prayer warriors. So, like I promised myself, I stayed till a bit past 5pm, then left. Got back to the hostel, plugged my phone, soaked my white outfit right away (because fresh stains are less annoying to wash), and then finally — finally — I ate.

My roommate had cooked rice, beans, and stew. That food entered like an answered prayer. Afterwards, I laid down to relax and followed a bit of the FIFA Club World Cup match between PSG and Inter Miami. By halftime, PSG was leading, and I was secretly hoping they’d add more goals. I was too tired to wait for the second half, and true to my body’s threats, I slept off. Woke up to see they didn’t score any more — what a waste of hype. Now, I don’t usually read on Sundays — evenings are for relaxing — but I have tests coming up, so I had to break my tradition. Woke up, fetched water, showered, took my bag and books, and stepped out again — but not without sharing this diary entry first. And that, my friends, was my Sunday — lived to the fullest, talked about on a Monday. Hope your own weekend was restful and your new week has started with light, strength, and ease.