Conversations about Bros Jay

Happy birthday Bros Jay! Na your birthday we dey so. ...

I started the day by choosing not to compel my ladies to come to church with me. 

Years of them spending Christmas with their other pàrent and me spending the time with my father or alone since he passed made me let them be.

Not waking them led to me burning the stew I brought out from the freezer.  

I'd brought it out on Christmas eve at my smor Madam's request. She had gone to get her nails done and texted me to help her make stew. I reminded her there was a half pot of beef stew and she said that would do but when she arrived, she said she was too hungry to make spaghetti so she settled for getting moi-moi out of the fridge to wolf down. 

She has only 2 modes; asleep and ravenous. And both are similar so I usually just stay out of the way, but I digress....

So, when I went to boil some water for a warm shower,  I emptied the stew into a pot and put it to heat. 

And promptly forgot about it till I was adding final touches to my make-up as I got ready for church and a tiny thought caused me to let out a loud s**t and fly to the kitchen and found the half burnt pot of stew. 

I wish I could say this is a rare occurrence but alas....

I regularly burn my food. It was one of the reasons my older Madam spent a lot of time at home during her final months in Uni. 

I get distracted a lot. And I become fixated on the task at hand many times leading to me forgetting I have stuff on the fire.

I almost burnt the flat twice. 🤦‍♀️

Almost being the operative word. But, I didn't. 

Anyway, I needed some Christmas cheer and I was heading to church to get some. 

And I was not going to be late. My ladies, or more aptly, my smor Madam takes forever to get ready and we fight about it on Sundays cos I wake early to wake them and she singlehandedly tries to make us late for workers' meeting. 

To be fair, this does not always happen but sometimes, it does.

I got in my car and issued my angel, Jamiu a mental query as to why I was not reminded about the stew. 

Cos, that is under his jurisdiction. That and letting me know my phone is ringing.  

I hardly have the ringer on on my phone as a trauma response to accusations by the ex. 

Used to be that I would usually turn off the ringer going into a meeting and forget to turn it back on after the meeting thereby missing calls but to him, it was my way of ensuring the 1001 men I had in my secret harem could call me without him knowing. Pffft!

Anyway, nothing was going to get in the way of me celebrating Bros Jay's day. 

As I approached church, I saw that some road work had been done and I said a tiny thank you to Bros Jay. God knows that road needs an intervention. Fingers crossed it gets the makeover it needs.

Getting into church immediately improves my mood. I made some attempts at creating some content and then settled into the service. 

I was inspired to share from Isaiah 9:6 &7.  

And service was short and nice. And the usual gift exchanges took place afterwards.

I'd handed the ladies their gifts before church and I know they felt some type of way cos I typically ask them not to bother but  I did and even managed to wrap their gifts in a cheery Christmasy wrapping paper. 

Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Christ who is the Son of God who was given for the propitiation of our sin and the demonstration of God's love to us-ward. 

Never mind what it is you believe about Jesus, allow me enjoy my celebration of his birth cos of what I believe. You know, live and let live!