OMO PASTOR (1)

So much, on me.

The pressure is suffocating, I struggle to breathe, slow shallow pants, if I take a deep breath, I'll explode.
My dad is a pastor, my mom, an evangelist, my Uncle, a bishop, my aunt, in the women's ministry, my whole family, religion. So, nothing less is expected of me. I have to be in every youth group, attend every church service, and babysit all the children in the church. I have to be the perfect example of a godly child.
They don't care, they don't care that I do not want to attend Bible study or night vigil, they don't care that i do not want to give out my stuff or share my bedroom with children that pee on the blankets or adults that do not stop prying, they do not care that I do not want to have a birthday party in church or sing in the church choir, they do not care. They don't care that I want to listen to rap music, because 'the lines of Shakur are devilish', mother says, they don't care that I just want to have one weekend to myself without having visitors over or going for home visits on Sunday after church. They don't care that I just want to see what's it is like to be friends with a guy and just be a normal child.
"No", they say, "you're a pastor's child, you must show an example, be the example. God forbid we let you make your own decisions! We are the adults, we know what's best for you. We will not give place to the devil. "
Little do they know, that the devil already has me.


To be continued...
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