My Escape from Sunday School

Weekly Delight

Photo by Wayne Lee-Sing on Unsplash

When I was a child growing up in Kenya, every Sunday my mama would dress me up in the laciest, ruffliest dress she could find. She had found many, and they were the bane of my existence. We would walk to church - me, her, and my two brothers. When we walked through the church gates, she would give us each five shillings for our offering. The children would go to Sunday school and she would go to adult church. I hated Sunday school and I spent my whole time there daydreaming my escape.