How many churches have I been to?
Five, may be eight, or let's just make it ten. To tell the truth, I have no idea. I lost count!
That's me, and I guess you, or someone you know.
Once upon a time, Sunday was everyone's church day. Back in the village, that's the day kids would take a full bath (Monday-Saturday you only washed your face, hands and legs) - after all, cleanliness is second to Godliness. It also happened to be the day when you'd wear your Sunday best (the only clothes that got to be washed with Omo) and, the only day you got to wear those black Ngoma rubber shoes. And, when asked where we were going, we'd never say 'church.' We were going to 'Sunday', we'd say. It was that intense!