Last Day at Church

By Charity Nyoni

The preacher stood there, shouting, screaming repentance as usual, how I was almost born again. The crowd cheered and nodded.

I paused for a moment and had that solemnly silent introspection as I thought about my well crafted, get rich fast journey that I was about to embark on. I was confused if I should continue with the plan after such a powerful sermon or not.

That same day I convinced myself to continue with my plan. The plan was for me to spend two nights at the cemetery and then go and sleep at the mortuary for two nights. I was told that one man will be joining me on this journey of darkness for us to get rich.

Alas! Were my eyes betraying me when I saw the preacher besides me by the graveyard. No one said a word for that night as we kept staring at each other. When the time to sleep at the mortuary came, we were still together. That day of the sermon was my last day at church because if such people can stand in front of the church and preach about God, what is God saying? What are we doing?