MY SUNDAY BEST
It was one of those Saturdays where I was feeling ginger having completed all my chores, my back towards my bed, crouching over the table with novel in hand and laughing to myself in the quiet of the room, it suddenly occurred to me that I had not ironed my clothes for Sunday service, I quickly got up just before PHCN strikes the power out. While on the ironing board, Ovie called asking about our class schedule for Sunday to which I paused to take the call and forgot to turn off the iron. On returning to the board the first stroke of the iron left a burn the shape of the pressing iron on one arm of my dress. The emotional pain of losing a dress during the recession wasn’t funny; I felt like cancelling church just to mourn or call Ovie back to lash out what damage his call had caused, instead I searched and found another outfit and ironed it quickly, lest my pain get the best of me. Nikolay Dimitrov-ecobo/Shutter-stock After my morning routine, I barely made it out of the ho