Good Friday Blues

I want to get drunk right now. This here preacher man is rambling on and I can’t listen long enough to catch up to his scattered thoughts. I always attend Good Friday service, I don’t remember ever experiencing such a LONG sermon.

So far all I have is:
“The cross is your friend”
“Respect people”
“Build good homes”

Its strange that this is all I’ve absorbed considering he’s been talking for a little over 30mins. I don’t know if trying to pay attention at this point will be worth the trouble. I’ve been in church for a little over 3hrs. I don’t have anymore listening power in me.

Blogging from a Catholic Church somewhere in the rural North West in a place called Letlakaneng. Its a good thing being Catholic and attending Good Friday church service. Two more hours to go…wish me luck:)


About obialone
I'm random and unwise. I'm always seeking wisdom in its simplest form. I'm scared of not being scared, so I find ways to terrify myself. I care about everything, and I'm interested in all things. I reserve the right to change my mind, anytime. So in most cases I find it best to humble my opinion

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