Part II

As I was sleeping one day in the cubicle, I observed one of my friends get up in the extra chilly morning and into the sanitation area to wash up before performing a very strange ritual called salah. I went back to sleep, I didn’t want to let her know I had seen her do it. I was scared she would force me to join her voodoo worship. Life went on I was comfortable with my newfound friends. School was fun for the fifteen year old me.

During the December holiday, I spent time with my other friends.  I wasn't happy around this crowd; no matter how many rap songs I would cram and perfect performances I’d do I wouldn't be satisfied. I was hollow around them.  Life of hanging around malls, eating junk, studying and being cool wasn't meant for me.  I decided that it was time to find the door to God. 

I repented and renewed my vows to Jesus…

To be continued...

 

photo credit: Starehe Girls' Centre

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