Pastor Wa's Blog

I have low tolerance for bad behavior. Maybe its because was beat up as a kid. By my mom. The woman never, ever entertained rudeness, bad mouthing or talking back. Not once, not ever. You did that and you would have no reason to ever do that again. Even my friend from next door was not exempt. If he came hanging out and wanted to be in good books with mama, he had to act right. It was so funny seeing the neighborhood 'first body' looking all sheepish and squirmish at the sight of my ma'. Always gave me ammunition next time i needed to insult him. And I did. Nobody misbehaved when they came to my mama's house. She could slap the black off a Nubian in a jiff, and i mean, old school, you-better-be-near-something-to-hang-on-to kind of smack. Yaani, even if you were all testosteroned up and stuff. Bilaz! She had the hand to reboot sanity. Pap. Like the time my sister thought it was ok to hang out with her friends and come home after dark. Woi! Amazingly, she would smack

So i don't know the guy that wrote this, ok, maybe a little. He is a friend of mine, and a good writer. I like this post and so decided to upload it here. It's the first guest post so, ya'll need to act enthusiastic on this friend of mine, i'm not sure what benefits he accords me... Anyways, here goes: I usually walk into the house on most evenings just in time to dig into the night’s culinary cuisine. My timing is so impeccable, on more than one occasion I have strolled in mouthing the word “Amen!” in unison with everyone else. Sadly, no one in my house appreciates an awesome entry so as I stand there basking in dramatic entrance glory, I only get awkward silence (I take it as applause…but it kinda like looks positive criticism…which makes no sense at all, coz it’s either positive or it’s criticism, right?) and a searing glance from Mr. Kuyoh wondering if what I claim to do is really why I leave the house every morning. Joke’s on them. Next week I’ll ha