Went to the beach yesterday, with a friend and her family. A lovely little private beach they had discovered years back in Kokrobite, a few kilometers to the west of Accra. It’s not their private beach, but they had found the small quiet and private spot a few years back and kept going back there every so often.
I was with my friend on Friday night for a girly evening, and she mentioned that she and her family were going on Sunday morning and would I like to go with them. As usual, I declined her kind offer – “I’ve got to go to church on Sunday.”
My kind and usually soft spoken friend got unusually annoyed: “Ruka, going to church is not a register. You don’t go there every Sunday to tick the box that you’ve been. You can miss church once in a while, for heaven’s sake.”
Struck by her curious irritation, I paused. Then I said, “You know what? You are right, I am going with you.”
And what fun we had. Family, fellowship and fun – in a different form. Got on the surf board, got my hair wet, got sand in my hair, played with her children, discussed matter of the world with her and her husband, enjoyed the beauty of creation, watched some local residents perform a traditional dance.
It was all so very, very lovely and very, very uplifting.
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