Something happened to me on Sunday May 27.
I was at Ikoyi club with my kids. It was children’s day and as a member of the Entertainment Sub-Committee I was involved in the planning and arrangement.
I arrived with the kids but was quickly “kidnapped” by Mrs. J who led me to the Rotunda and inside that huge room, I found 1,200 packs of food as well as bags and sundry gifts. Our job was to pack the gifts and food into the bags ready for the kids we had invited.
It was tough going but fun and as we worked we exchanged banters and in no time, the job was done.
So, I was in that happy mood when I went outside to meet my children and their mother. Awele had bought and failed to finish a large piece of chicken so I sat down and went to work on the left-over chicken.
That was when someone sent me a text.
“Daddy, why are you eating left-over chicken?”
I knew the name. I looked up, looked around, caught her eyes and waved.
“I like eating my children’s left-over chicken,” I replied extending what I supposed was a joke.
Then another text came in.
“It doesn’t look nice o.”
Haba. I wiped my oily fingers with tissue and sent a reply.
“Doesn’t look nice to who?”
See me see local trouble.
“Daddy we need to pay,” Chuka said and I motioned for him to reach in my pocket. He did.
“Which card?” he asked and I said the Zenith
“You remember the password, abi?”
“Ehen,” he said like I had just called him stupid.
Teenagers and their wahala.
Anyway, I thought the matter of left-over chickens had been settled until the woman came over after finishing her food. She greeted the kids, oohed and aahed over how tall they had grown. She greeted their mother then turned to me and said “Daddy, why do you have a tattoo. You know the bible says tattoos are bad.”
“Which part of the bible?” I asked ready now to get upset.
She said Leviticus 19:28.
But before she finished I quoted the verse: “You shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the Lord.”
I was a Deeper Life boy and I attended Bible Study for years.
“Oho, so you know it. Then why do you have it?”
“Madam, have you read Revelation 19:16 before?” I asked finally ready to body slam her.
“No.”
“Well, read it. It says Jesus Christ had a tattoo.”
She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it and shut up.
“You guys have fun o and watch what you teach these children,” she said and waddled away.
I had a mind to say ‘poke-nosing fatso’ but I didn’t because of the kids.
What does Revelation 19:16 say – “And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.”
I have had a tattoo for about 5 years now. I got it one morning in Brooklyn. My friend and I were heading to central Park when she took a turn and we were suddenly on this lane with tattoo artists. I knew I had to get one and I did.
Am I going to hell because of my tattoo? Hell no!
What do you think sha? Drop a comment.