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“It’s my birthday” says the honourable lady. “Let’s have breakfast at the inn” I was so excited. It’s easier to get-up-and-go now, because the children are older and more independent. Did I say that I’m a single mum to 3 young adults, 18, 20 and 21? I’ll leave it with you to work out my…
“Mum, Mum! Chantelle was frantic with excitement as she shook me to rouse me out of sleep. “Can we go and meet Jesus with NanaG please?” I should have expected this to happen sometime soon, I think. I could smell the delicious air of baking coming from the kitchen and it got stronger as the door opened wider to reveal another excited Jordan who was neatly dressed in a slightly-oversized white shirt and wine coloured big and seam adjusted corduroy trousers. They were also folded at the ankles at that did not seem to matter to these children. Thank you was not enough to say to Gracie who was walking towards me with a plate in hand. She handed me the most mouth-watering pancakes I had had in a long time. “Ah” you didn’t have to, I said politely.
To be honest memories of my past life kept flooding back. Mum, Dad, my brother, sister and much about my childhood. And for a moment they were too painful to contain. The episodes with Bode, my previous abortions which tortured my mind, the men I had been with and how I felt used and dirty, my shave with God at an early age and how I loved kids’ church… and more. They all kept tumbling and playing on my mind as I recoiled from Winnie. The last thing I needed now was another holier than thou preach at me.