27-06-2019, 12:03 PM
Good morning Pastor.
It was like I was in a village to see my aunt. I met her and one other young girl of about 10 years. I asked about the identity of the girl and she said it’s my cousin from one of my father's step sister. I was surprised and told her the girl is 10yrs old and I am just getting to know her as I rarely visit the village. We talked for a while and I took my leave. I was hungry and needed something to eat. There was a stall beside her house where bread, akara and fried chicken were sold. I approached the stall to get bread and chicken. The customer I met there just bought all of the chicken that had much flesh on them and left just about three pieces of bony meat. I left without buying and was trekking out of the street. Someone familiar (like an old schoolmate) came after me to attack. I cared less about him and kept going my way. After a while, I turned and saw him squatting on the road, holding his head in pains like he has been hit on the head. He had blood all over his face. I asked what happened and he couldn’t say anything in pains. Then it seems I had adjusted the metal covering on my head (like an enamel plate cover) and continued my journey.
Please help interpret, thanks
It was like I was in a village to see my aunt. I met her and one other young girl of about 10 years. I asked about the identity of the girl and she said it’s my cousin from one of my father's step sister. I was surprised and told her the girl is 10yrs old and I am just getting to know her as I rarely visit the village. We talked for a while and I took my leave. I was hungry and needed something to eat. There was a stall beside her house where bread, akara and fried chicken were sold. I approached the stall to get bread and chicken. The customer I met there just bought all of the chicken that had much flesh on them and left just about three pieces of bony meat. I left without buying and was trekking out of the street. Someone familiar (like an old schoolmate) came after me to attack. I cared less about him and kept going my way. After a while, I turned and saw him squatting on the road, holding his head in pains like he has been hit on the head. He had blood all over his face. I asked what happened and he couldn’t say anything in pains. Then it seems I had adjusted the metal covering on my head (like an enamel plate cover) and continued my journey.
Please help interpret, thanks