I enjoyed your story, @assegai. It made me smile. I like the picture you painted of the small town and the eager wait for the priest to ride up on his bike.

After the mass, the children repeat the action of running after the motor bike until he gets to the last compound on the outskirt of the village where the children will halt and watch him riding away with the motor bike spewing smoke it rusty exhuast until it disappears out of sight.

One thing I recommend is that you provide blank space between all each of the paragraphs. This makes stories much easier to read.