"Camping, we are going to camp" mum said looking into our eyes for reaction.
I don't know what kind of reaction she was expecting from us, in a society where the young could only be naughty to themselves and not the parent, we all agreed unanimously.

All bags packed and ready, we later got to know it's a prayer conference, oh my, I just can't tell you how I felt. Mum has played us into this I know. My brother fumed inside, but the stubbornness of an he-goat moves not his owner an inch.

It's thirty minutes since we got there and the congregation is yet to turn up, I already knew mum is an executive there, that's why she's so much into this. I decide to run around maybe a friend I can see, none came my way. I start to get bored with time, not until a fellow parishioner walked up to me asking if I may play the drums for them both in the church and open field, without thinking twice I jumped at it, anything that can get me engage here. Also there is God's blessing as a bonus to it.

So here am I since yesterday, kicking the pedal and beating the snells, I rest awhile and continue, I know by this time tomorrow my work will be over.

Inspired by true event.

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