Around the late 90s, our church was always moving around. The building that we rented for years was torn down to giveaway to the new one. As we move around, we carry our chairs church, instruments and other necessities. It was one of those tiring years in our church.
But now, finally, our church has found a new building. It is not our own but still we can rent there until we find a place of our own. It is near my father’s place. When I was still living there, our church is only walking distance away. From the pad I am renting now, it’s just one motorela ride.