This is a revelation from a brother in the Anglican Diocese, in Nigeria.
Please read, so it won’t happen to you too.
It all happened on sunday morning; it rained the previous night.
I slept late on Saturday night and thus, woke up late.
My church service starts by 8am but when I opened my eyes, it was exactly 8:12 am.
I sprang up from my matress, removing my blapresses quickly as I can and didn’t even
bother to bathe. Brushing my teeth within ten
seconds, I wore my already pressed clothes and
ran off to church.