The diary game | 19/04/2026 || Reviving my lost faith
Greetings fellow Steemians and members of this wonderful community! I hope you're all doing great in your respective countries. Are you all sound and healthy? Happy Sunday to all the Christians around the globe.
This is more than just a diary game. It is more than just writing for any reason concerning Steemit. This is a true story. Read along if you’re interested.
It was a blessed Sunday morning. I woke up earlier than expected so I could prepare ahead of time. I went through my usual morning routine. When I finished, I pressed my clothes for the meeting.
I took my breakfast. I was excited. The day felt normal, and the weather was favorable. Once I was done eating, I cleaned my shoes and glasses.
Today was another chance to take a bold step, regardless of what my decision might cause. I didn’t mind. Whatever must be, must be. I’m tired of living to please family and friends. After all, nobody seems to care.
When I was ready, I got dressed and waited for my newfound friend and brother. I couldn’t wait for him any longer. It was already getting late, at least to me. I was afraid he wouldn’t show up. I had already promised @ngoenyi that I wouldn’t miss today’s meeting. I was afraid of not being able to keep my word.
To pass the time, I picked up a new novel titled "The Lekki Headmaster" by Kabir Alabi Garba. The novel is for this year’s JAMB candidates. While I was reading, Brother Idongesit rode into the compound on his motorcycle.
I quickly jumped out of my seat and went outside to welcome him. To cut a long story short, we rode down to the Kingdom Hall. I was lost in the euphoria of the moment when I arrived at the meeting hall.
We were among the first people there. Volunteers were sweeping the hall. People started showing up in small groups. Before we knew it, by about 9:30 a.m., the hall was filled with brothers and sisters of the same faith.
The teachers took the stage, or podium, and started teaching. The lesson was about marriage and how to maintain it.
Here is what I managed to jot down from the lesson:
1. Don’t talk to others about conflicts in your marriage.
2. Don’t compare your spouse with others.
3. Don’t enjoy the company of others more than that of your partner.
4. Don’t tell your parents about conflicts in your marriage.
5. Learn how to communicate properly.
6. Listen attentively to your spouse so you can solve your problems together without involving a third party.
After that, the teachers moved on to the message of the day from The Watchtower. The heading was about baptism and everything we needed to know about it. The whole hall was full of people who were given the opportunity to express their views, ask questions, answer questions, and even contribute. This was quite different from where I come from, where you just sit like a zombie and nod like a lizard at everything you’re told.
I enjoyed the session with my whole heart. I learned so many things I had never known before. The atmosphere was warm, and the teaching was practical. You could feel that the instructors weren’t just reading from a script; they were sharing life lessons that applied to everyday struggles, especially in marriage and personal commitment.
I can’t wait for Wednesday. Look, I don’t mean to sound braggadocious, but Jehovah’s Witnesses are the most genial people on earth. After the Bible study and closing prayer, I received if not a hundred or countless handshakes, thank-you messages, and welcoming smiles from almost everyone. People I had never met before walked up to me, asked my name, and made sure I felt at home. There was no judgment, no cold stares, and no cliques. Just pure, genuine interest in a newcomer.
What struck me most was the orderliness. Everything had its time and place, yet it didn’t feel rigid. The children sat quietly, the youths took notes, and the older ones nodded with understanding. When someone gave a comment, others listened. It felt like a real family, not just a religious gathering.
Before sleeping tonight, I decided to share this experience with you all and probably save it here for the future. I want to remember this day — the nerves, the anticipation, the lessons, and the warmth. This wasn’t just another Sunday. It was the day I chose to act for myself, to keep a promise to @ngoenyi and to me. It was the day I realized that faith communities can be different from what I grew up seeing.
If you’ve ever felt stuck between pleasing people and living your truth, maybe this story will speak to you too. Sometimes, taking that bold step into a new hall, with new people, teaches you more than years of sitting still. Today, I didn’t just attend a meeting. I found a reason to come back.
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