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SHUREN? SHUREN?
JOY SUN
DEDICATION
Talk to me? I'm on my way to heaven.
It was in the kids section of the Church of Lord Briansmore in Afigafi, Loston. Once, the children instructors needed more hands to help in teaching the Sunday lessons. A new hand, a lady named Sister Abitex was enlisted. That Sunday, the other teachers knowing who the Children were, wanted to warn her of the risk associated with the job and never disclosed to her some of them used strange powers. Usually, the teachers greeted the Children this way: "SHUREN? SHUREN?", while they answered "yes Aunty" or "yes Uncle" as the case was. When Sister Abitex came up, ignorant of what she was dealing with, she began teaching. Suddenly, she could hear a strange sound of what seemed a large invisible stone passing before her, narrowly missing her nose. She waited and was afraid. Then continued again. This time, another one came and narrowly missed her eye. No one told her to stop the teaching. She hurriedly came down, rounding off with a few prayers and returning to her seat. When she sat down, the other teachers began laughing at her, and told her it was beyond mere "SHUREN? SHUREN?" In their words: "those kids mostly are bigger than you."
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