“I remember it was on Sunday, I woke up very early at 6 pm.
I prepared myself by wearing the best clothes I liked and went to the church.
Trouser and shirts well ironed and straightened out with my black shined shoe. I looked at myself in the mirror with a smile and then the journey to the church began.
I arrived at the church very early, there were few people, so I thought it best to sit in the front seat.
The service began, and it was time for collection, we offered.
When the service was about to end, I was chosen by the pastor to do the closing prayer, and the people stood ready for the final prayer so that we can go home.
I stood up very confidently. I feared nothing because I looked very smart that day?.
Surely I don't know what happened to me.
If I spoke too many words then I did not exceed ten.
Suddenly I found myself just standing there in front ran out of words and I am unable to continue praying.
The church was full, they all closed their eyes ready for the closing prayers.
After I stayed quiet for a moment, they just responded "Amen". Then they started laughing at me.
I was embarrassed. From that day on I never went back to church. There are times when I wish I could go to church but I always postpone when I remember what happened to me." Elifazi, Kasulu, Kigoma.
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