The turn: Dreem-wotw

Ade was already running late, he had slept past the time for the church program. "Gosh!" He cursed as he hurriedly dressed to meet with the service before it was his time to preach. He picked up his woody box and ran toward his car. Ade was known to be punctual even though his house was located 10 km from where he pastored , but this particular morning was different, he had overworked himself the night before trying to draft out a program for the following year.

"Pastor Ade, you're late today, what happened?" One of the elders asked.

"Just couldn't cheat nature," he said with a smile on his face.

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Pastor Ade glazed at the big wall clock hanging on the doorpost, it was 30 minutes to sermon and he wasn't prepared. He excused himself into the upper chamber hoping to look through the text to have a glimpse of what the topic was when he was called up for the sermon. He was already preaching when he noticed an awkward look from the members, their eyes seemed to be fixed on him rather than listening to the message in which he preached. He paused for a while and observed his dress. He had worn the priestly garments wrongly and his hair unkempt. He excused himself into the upper chamber and was left wondering why the day had been this bad.

"Deacon Jones, my day hasn't been fine, I saw this coming but didn't know how to avoid it" he said with a sad countenance

"It's fine," Deacon Jones replied, "I suggest you relocate to a house close to the church to avoid something like this in the future," he added.