Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. She’s a devout Christian and insists that everyone in the house goes to service. The thing is, I haven’t actually been to church in months. Instead, I use that time to hang out with friends at East Legon. We drink, eat, and talk until it’s time to go home.

When I get back, I always change into my church clothes and act like I’ve just returned from service. My aunt usually asks about the sermon, and I make up something about forgiveness or blessings. The guilt is starting to get to me, though. Every time I lie, I feel like I’m digging myself into a deeper hole. I know I should just come clean, but I don’t know how she’ll react. For now, I’ll just keep pretending, hoping she doesn’t catch me one day.