I think they’ve found out who’ve been eating all the diabetics’ candies. I’m not sure if the nurse told anyone else, but I’ve been pretty cautious now when I head to the back for some water.
One afternoon, or was it morning, I was ushering as I’ve been doing for many years at this church since I’ve been baptized. I was feeling some type of way about my breath, so I walked over to the back and saw where the church mothers stored the delicious treasure…so I snatched a few for myself. Each week I ushered I made it a point to grab a few for myself for all the hard work I do, you know directing people where to go and smiling.
Maybe a few months go by, and I get caught. The nurse with a friendly grin pipes up from behind me, “Oh, now we know who’s been taking all the diabetic candy!” Although she was nice enough, I was still like, “OH SNAP! I’M STEALING SICK PEOPLE’S CANDY?”
I go to a church where there are predominately old folks. Or who the state would consider as elderly. They are people choosing to get their worship on and who think I’ve been in high school for the last 12 years.
“What school do you go to?”
“I don’t go to school.”
Silence, at least until someone explains that I graduated college a few years ago and confirms that I’m indeed in my late 20s. Sometimes that’s followed by shock. How could this unwed, five foot zero inch, no make up wearing, baby-faced, baby-dressed, girl possibly be a woman? I tell myself that when I’m 40, I will love it. I’m learning to love it now because at the end of all this-it’s actually quite humorous. The youth in the church lower their eyes to speak to me and bend to hug me and still muster up the courage to call me Miss or Sister Kou. I’m still granted some teaching roles, and very rarely someone will ask if I have a “friend.”
“I have a few good friends,” is what I always want to say. But then the new age in me want to say, “You mean a partner? A significant other?” But these questions make me think that someone FINALLY got my age right.
Kou T. Nyan 