"The word BLACK struck me" (Story) Merry Christmas!!! (By K Jinadu)

London looking its best at Christmas, above is a combination of beautiful pictures I snapped in central London; I’ve decided to use it as my Christmas post.

May the season bring you joy, peace, happiness and abundant blessings.

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!

Below is a little story I will like to share with you, please read…

Last Sunday on my way to church something happened. As I was walking towards the Church edifice a man with a ginger coloured moustache stopped me.

The man was decently and neatly dressed not the sort I had expected to see loitering around the Church on an icy cold Sunday morning.

“Good morning,” the man said as he walked towards me.

“Good morning sir,” I responded emphasising the word “sir” as the Nigerian switch inside of me was fully tuned on that morning, not conscious that I just replied a white man.

I increased my pace as I woke up late that Sunday so the church service had already started.

“Please lady, I need your help,” the man caught up with me.

I stopped walking as his queen’s British English sank into my ears; his impeccable elocution was immediately obvious.

My mind raced a thousand miles as I discreetly questioned the man’s motive.

“Yes how can I help?” my eyes once again run from up his head to down his shoes just checking to make sure he is sane not a lunatic or drug addict.

The man’s blue flowery shirt and Royal Blue Sharkskin trouser were well ironed; his patent black Shoes look new.

“So sorry to disturb you but I am in a sort of quandary right now, I will like you to direct me to a church giving out food or hamper for Christmas.”

The beam on his face seemed to have disappeared; the red patches on his cheeks suddenly became evident like deep red blushes.

What on earth could have happened to this man? I thought.

“Our church will be giving out food and hampers on Christmas Eve, I can get you more information if you don’t mind waiting,” I said.

“No, I cannot wait till Christmas Eve, I need a quick fix.  Do you know of any other black attending Pentecostal churches giving out food?” the man coughed after he spoke.

The word BLACK struck me, more like a compliment to me and my race.

Then I began to silently question how many of his race knew about this sort of kindly gesture going on in the ethnic minority place of worship especially during the festive period like Christmas.

Black people in the diaspora are known to be notorious especially Africans; mostly people from my country (Nigeria) if I want to be specific.

Our existence as black connotes crimes like fraud, drug dealings, human trafficking and other image tarnishing offences.

As a blogger I’ve published so many of this shameful offences as we have to tell it just as it is unfortunately; and I’ve decided to take it upon myself to also post the positive.

Churches have become so controversial lately that if you are not determined to hold on to God one would stop attending but at least something positive no matter how small seemed to have emerged out of it.

The man’s last statement charged me up so I began to name some Pentecostal churches I knew that might be worth checking out and I helped him in my own little way.

The point of sharing this true life little story is to emphasise the act and power of giving; and also to reveal how Christian’s kindly gesture could be another person means of living or survivor unknown to them during this festive season.

Please Always Give If You Can and Once again….Merry Xmas Mi Lovely People….

Story By K Jinadu