Sometimes, I wake up at about 5:30 in the morning for about ten minutes before I fall back asleep (I don’t know why it might have something to do with me falling asleep at 9pm like a geriatric). Normally this is a generally peaceful process but this morning was different, this morning I heard a noise in the distance, possibly down the street. It sounded garbled and distant and to tell the truth, I didn’t really care what it was but it got closer and louder, enough to make me get up to see what it was.
It was a man, walking down the street with a megaphone in his hand, preaching. This was no ordinary megaphone either; it was fashioned with its own little power system that the man carried in a bag beside him to amplify the sounds from just uncomfortable to downright obnoxious. I mean, for the love of all things that are good and pure in this world, why would you do that!
I don’t have a problem with spreading the word of the coming kingdom but it’s so intrusive and at such an ungodly hour. If I thought I was irritated, the Hausa muslims who are not entirely on board with the second coming thing must have been pretty pissed off.
Well, there is not much one can do about it short of joining the crusade; maybe I’ll take the side streets and he take the major throughways, I mean I’m up already...
xo, Nola
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