A TREASURED HERITAGE.
A TREASURED HERITAGE. My home from church is a 30 minutes walk. So it's Sunday. A Sabbath preserved and dedicated to consecration, sacred and holy. I hurriedly ate my breakfast. It was a plate of cooked Yam and fried Egg. I kicked my boots a go and headed to church. While I was going, after a trek of about twenty minutes, almost reached church. I could hear the drums, gun shots, people's chant, wavy bodies and dancing steps. I saw hundred of heads encircle a mighty beast. "What's all these?" My eyes really can't relate the visioned drama to pass it off the Brain to amplify. Indeed a horrific Figure. It wore a carved helmet that frightens peace and call on fear. With great enthusiasm, the trooping crowd cheered the great styled Beast with traditional praise songs. I held my Bible firm and close. Stood at a corner and watch the helmeted Robot dance. "Oh! How it moves." I checked the time. It was 8:30am and I was late for the Sunday school class a...