A mouse took her mask, True Story.
After hearing a good motivational catholic lesson on YouTube, which is pretty rare, I wanted to write about Mass. I wouldn't call myself a regular church goer now. But when I was younger I went to church regularly. You could say I was a devote catholic. I liked the songs. I liked playing football at the church yard. I once tried to hit the kebero like Yared; and you know the proverb. Then came Darwin and his evolutionary theory; but that wasn't all that made me drift from the universal church. I became bitter. I couldn't find a girlfriend. Last time I had a (or two) girlfriend(s) was two years ago. Where was I? Yeah, Mass. Even when I was younger, I didn't want to take Eucharist because I felt dirty and unaccepted in the eyes of God. So, I didn't. I sometimes do. It also has been awhile since I had confession. My nephew came from an European country. Most of them are Catholics. The priest scornfully looked at him ("ቄሱ ገላመጠኝ!"). He never went back to ...