CHAPTER THREE

I love Sundays; the serenity, less traffic, special Omo Tuo and most important of all; the church service.

That is why I'm still not in the arms of my bed despite being beaten a little by the rain yesterday, but in front of my mirror, doing what I love to do---chatting with my best friend.

So like always, I talk to the mirror.

‘’Mirror, mirror on the wall,

I'm sure you're wondering why the makeup I'm using today are lighter in colour, fewer in number and thinner in texture than always. Well, I'm going to church today and that is how makeup for church should be; thin, soft, light and simple. After all, it is not a masquerade show.

It is rather unfortunate that some ladies come to church looking as though they either used makeup to wash their faces or dipped their heads in make paint.

Hmm! Some of them look so sophisticated and scary that, I won't be surprised to hear they scare away the evil spirits who manage to enter the church, even before the Men of God start to loose and bind.

I remember there was a day I had to call aside two young ladies and educate them on when, how and which make up they should use because their thick red lipsticks had stained the communion cups to the displeasure of almost everyone especially the priest.

Okay Mirror, stop looking at me that way, I only told a little gossip which is true by the way. And oh, Kwabena is coming home today, we spoke before I went to bed last night….owwww (grabbing her teddy bear off the bed and hugging it dearly)

My dear mirror, please tell your mirror friends to tell their mirror friends to tell the ladies who look at them day and night that;

''There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:'' and Sunday is for light makeup.

Did I hear an Amen?

Well, I'm off to church and we would still discuss Kwabena when I’m back…..OMG, not my little sister again!