We have to note down the preacher’s words, as in an actual church service, because mum will ask to see them.
These home church services were a way of maintaining a sense of normalcy and bringing us together as a family with God in the fore.
It's 4pm, and we are at my mother's house in Kamulu, Nairobi. My sister has just woken me up from a nap, and I’m not happy about it. I know the reason even before I open my mouth to ask. It’s time for home-based church service.
Today, my youngest sister Nimo is preaching. She's good, although she tends to drag on too long. My two other younger sisters do this, too, because they see church time as a game. As for my older siblings, they want the preaching to end quickly so they can go about their other businesses. I, for one, have supper to prepare.
