Sundays were my most dreaded days when I was younger! They were days I had to choose between two dreads: going to church or taking punishment. Church was everything at home and or at school and we were forced to the hallowed grounds every Sunday without a choice. There were no rights to claim and no laws to quote. We just had to obey to escape penance. Together with other children we were told about God and taught how to pray, what to pray and when to pray to Him. Failure to worship at home or at school attracted severe sanctions from parents or from school authorities. That was my introduction to religion… [texts omitted]
Thankfully, my childhood days are over now and Sundays, yes, Sundays have become my most desired days. No need for church and no dread of punishment for shunning it. I spend my Sundays writing and enjoying Reggae in my inner sanctum…
Today is Sunday!
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Top site ,.. amazaing post ! Just keep the work on !
Dreaded days developed into desired days. Beautiful piece of beautiful moments.