Sunday 27th April- Port Harcourt Outing Service

Port Harcourt outing service. I was in my shower by 6am this morning, as we needed to leave at 7 on the dot. An outing service is where you go to a church and speak about Amaudo and collect donations. The churches had been briefed on Amaudo for the past 1 week so we had high hopes. Apparently V/Rev had enjoyed himself because he was telling people about the visit and dining so I felt happy that he was happy and concluded he was probably exhausted in the car.
For the church I was going to I had two residents and was the accompany of Rev David the Project Comfort Co-ordinator, I travelled in a different car to David so did not actually get to talk to him that day. Church was long but I have to admit that the preacher for the sermon was rather good. I only looked at the clock twice in his hour plus long preaching slot. He kept talking about Jesus being the light of the world and explaining what darkness is. E.g. girls that put on traditional clothing and look very fine for church but the next day will be exposing their bodies in short skirts and low tops. E.g. when a wife asks a husband for 500N for milk and he takes money from his pocked in a way to hide the amount of cash he has from his wife so she won’t ask for any more. E.g. when your wife has got old and fatted after giving birth to all your wonderful children no longer being proud of that woman. Maybe looking at younger women or no longer keeping photos of the wife in the office and about the house for people to see. After 2 hours and 45 minuets of church I began to wonder when Amaudo would actually be recognised and we would be able to make a speech. I longed to enter the section for Reverends and speak to Rev David so I would sit easy. He read bible. I was shown to the church as a guest and new member of the church from Amaudo but still nothing said about Amaudo. In the end I gave up and walked to the front and asked to make a speech. I had low blood sugars and my speech was not planned out well so I just got up and spoke complete rubbish. I sat back down and spent the rest of the service hiding under my hat trying not to cry. I was so disappointed that I had spoken so badly at a time that was not the correct time.

Coming home I felt wrecked and pre-menstrual. The outing service was pretty successful even though one church decided to rearrange out visit.