As we walked in a double file, we fell into an easy companionable silence. There was a palpable air of excitement and expectancy around us. Now and again, Charles - the boy who I initially asked a question, would break out in a phrase. “Glory be to Jesus.”, to which others around would reply - “Honour to Mary and Joseph.”
Normally, I would have laughed at such outward show, but I couldn’t, because of the recent happenings in my own life. Hearing my name being called several times, words popping out of nowhere, bird whisperer staring fixated up at my window, a man appearing to me talking about God, and lest I forget, a girl who I’m not sure is still my girlfriend after tonight because of the freak show my body put up earlier on by repelling her. . .
So, yeah, calling out weird phrases n
