SOMETHING LIKENED TO SLAVERY
Reading became stress. The stress that came from disappointments in herself not from the reluctance of staying up all through the night. She was alone in the room now, crying and trying to stop something she didn’t like but seemed like she had to do to gain her sanity. The moment finally ended. ‘’Lord I’m sorry’’ she muttered in guilt, closed her notes, switched off the light and forced herself to sleep. Sunday was next day. She was so early, earlier than chapel workers. It felt like chapel was the place she could correct her wrongs. Moni! Her roomie shouted as she approached their room. ‘’You’re early today oo’’ She smiled. Moni was known for her smile but this time, her smile had turmoil in it. ‘’Good morning’’ she said to her roommate. This morning walk to chapel wasn’t complete without her friends but that was the intention, to be alone, to find relief. The saxophonists were preparing to usher the preacher. The lead player gave its first sound, eve