Some People Are Badly Behaved

a church drama

Let me tell you what happened to me in church today.

I almost didn’t go. Abuja is freezing and I’ve caught a cold. The plan was to go to the pharmacy in the morning to get some drugs. But last minute, I decided to join my sister for church. Luckily, I found an ironed dress in my wardrobe and in no time, I was ready for Church.

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Now, I genuinely love going to Church, I find it therapeutic. I may not always agree with the Pastor on everything, but I’ll still go. I’ll just find a church that is bearable (like today — the Pastor, in trying to honour fathers said dads should shut their kids up when they interrupt conversations. As in: ‘‘shut up, this conversation is not for you).” Is this not that how kids become timid?

I’ve made peace with the fact that I will always be in disagreement with some teachings of some pastors. But I have my non-negotiables: you’ll not find me in a Church that disrespects women. I will leave. And I will leave quickly.

Let me tell you why I said some people are badly behaved

After the service, my sister asked if we could stay for the praise and worship session of the next service before heading home. The church choir was good, so I agreed.

During the praise, my sister started dancing and I brought out my phone to record her. That’s when a lady, five empty seats away, started pointing at me. I thought she was worried that I could be recording her, but I assured her that I was only zoomed in on my sister, but the lady kept pointing and murmuring.

See… there’s nothing I hate more than public embarrassment. I was mortified. I was ashamed, so I stopped recording and switched to recording myself (in a bid to feel less embarrassed and calm my nerves). Then she resorted to pointing at my sister and warning her. I didn’t hear what she said to my sister, but I read my sister’s lips saying, “Stop pointing at me.” I was agitated. I ended the video — I honestly did not understand any of what was happpening.

The praise and worship ended and just as I got up to approach her, she was walking out of church. Well, good thing we were all leaving Church at the same time.

I caught up with her outside and asked why she was pointing at me. She began shouting that Pastor announced last Sunday that video recording of any kind in Church is not allowed.

Mind you, I have only been to this Church twice, and I’m supposed to know this? For a Church with 5 services? I can’t count the number of times the Church Photographer and content creator was in my face. They can record me at will, but I can’t record myself with MY OWN PHONE? Ironic! They are clearly unserious.

I told the lady that she could have easily walked up to me instead of pointing hands and trying to warn me from a distance or waited till after the service. I saw that she was having a hard time accepting that she could have handled it differently.

“You are badly behaved.” I told her. Before I knew it, we were going back and forth and I realized I was the center of a public altercation. Me? Jesus Christ!

I am a careful person. If you know me personally, you’ll know that I hate any semblance of altercation. I will cry. And I hate it so much. Because I just want to talk or talk back, but my emotions betray me. All the time. Today was not any different.

Nobody there could confirm that the Pastor prohibited making videos in church. Also, the lady is not an usher or worker in church. Just an over sabi Aunty who is known for bad manners (because I overheard some people saying “na so she Dey do”). People are really badly behaved o.

That was how everybody was apologizing on her behalf and begging me to come back next Sunday, but honestly? I’m not going back to that Church again.

Wait, I almost forgot that my sister was ready to throw hands when she came so close to my face and threatened to hit me. That lady called me an idiot (meeee?) and that was when my sister bought the matter fully. In fact, I was just begging my sister to farabale.

In my sister’s words: “she get luck.” And true true, she get luck. Because that my sister??? Ahh, she’s lucky. Lol!

On my way home I kept asking myself: was my conduct incompatible with the status of a legal practitioner? Was it a conduct unbecoming of a lawyer? God, abeg.

Now that I think of it, I should have stayed home and treated my cold.

I went to worship God, now I’m sad.

All My Love,

Fave💕