I told my mum that I am going to stay in Uncle Lawrence’s house after moving out of the hostel. She asked and I was reluctant to explain how I know uncle and auntie. After a moment of silence, I told her that we met in church and that I wanted to know more about Christianity. Recently I have been troubled by the thought of going back home. I am scared of going back, scared of telling them about my faith and scared that my dad would turn furious just as he did last time. This time it came when I least expected it and I told my mum that I still go to church but not regularly. Ok, that’s a lie because I am a regular church goer.
For a longest moment of silence ever, we did not know what to respond, just like that, silence from both ends. My mum said that as long as I don’t take part in any ritual, it is fine but she didn’t like the idea of going to church where your faith is not supposed to be. I have prayed that God will save my family but I am scared when He starts His work. Just the thought alone can make me shiver...