Church bells ring softly as warm stained-glass light washes over the stage. A group of women enters wearing a delightful mix of Anglican scarves, Catholic rosaries, and Methodist handbags. “Did you hear them say Yaa Yaa loves God?” one asks. “Of course! She was Anglican fromday one,” another responds—only for a third to interject, “Anglican? I hear she turned Catholic after marriage!” They burst into laughter. Then they speak reverently: “All jokes aside—Yaa Yaa loves God paa.” They list her service with pride: Sunday School, young adult mentoring, women’s fellowship, even serving as a youth choir patron. They recall how she raised her children with scripture at the center and lived by the Bible with her friends—no deviations. One woman waves her cloth dramatically: “If we start talking about Yaa Yaa and God… we won’t finish today!” They lift their hands together: “Yaa Yaa, ayekoo! God bless you!” Linking arms, they walk off like a gentle church procession while a soft hymn plays. Lights dim slowly as the curtain falls SCENE EIGHT ASORE BA (the church woman) The Birthday Journal 175
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