On this particular Friday we were scheduled to attend a vigil service in church in the company of the wife and my then one-year old Josh. You see, my sojourn in Abuja needed God's personal intervention, and I was ready and willing to attend any church at any time of day or night, as long as I was assured of an opportunity to touch the hem of His garment! Those were dark days m-e-h-n!.

A story for another day.Anyways, I can not remember what I ate that day at work or what I ate at home after work. But I recall that my problem started before I left home for church. From nowhere, I started feeling some unexpected pangs around the walls of my stomach.

Naturally, I ran into the rest room to take solace. After a few splashes of waste here and there, much to my shock, I came out relieved.Not quite long afterwards, I rushed back into the rest room, this time like a deranged man in dire search of food. When I came out, I hardly could stand upright. But I felt so much better. So we headed to church.Service was billed to commence at 10pm but we left home 6pm to stand a chance of getting seats inside the main auditorium.

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