The unknown yoke EPISODE 5

I watched as her lips danced on…
The short, curly strands of hair at the
sides of her face looked beautiful as
thin streams of sweat cascaded down
her face.
“These are incisions” she said, softly
and I smiled
“As if I knew” I said in my heart
I held her back and patted her.
“It’s going to be alright my dear sister.
It takes the revelation of the problem to
proffer solutions to it. Since God has
shown us what it is, then we already
know the battle we are fighting” I
explained.
I had been a victim of incisions and I
knew just how to face it.
It’s nothing but through God’s divine
power.
Before I gave my life to Jesus, I had a
disease called epilepsy and this had
really caused me many valuables plus
disgrace in the public place.
I remembered when I was still at the
college when a guy who had been a
very close friend proposed to me
jokingly and while we smiled over it, he
had pushed me with the tip of a finger
and the disgrace came again!
I started gasping
I fell to the ground with a thud!
I started foaming
Because of this experience, Amos, my
very good friend deserted me.
I lost my family, I lost Amos my bosom
friend, I was really being stigmatized
and I was almost giving up.
Then, one day, my mother called me
suddenly, asked me to get into her
‘cabu-cabu’ car and off she drove me to
one mud house in her village.

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I thought it was a joke until I was given
something greenish to drink and before
I knew it, I was asleep.
By the time I woke up, it was so brutal,
what had happened to me.
My long, dark hair was gone- my head
was scraped clean!
My hands peppered from the cuts of
incisions- 21 on my right hand, 21 on
the left hand, 14 on my forehead, and
14 behind my neck.
I couldn’t weep that day as I felt the
frustration that my mum felt that could
have made her do such to me.
She apologized as she wept that she just
had to save me from the disease that
ravaged me then.
And it worked!
…or it looked like it worked!
Until five months later when the
problem returned with full force.
If the ailment lasted for 22 hours before
the ‘traditional operation’ was carried
on me, it increased to about 50 hours.
That was when I realized that it is only
when God gives gift to a man that he
adds no sorrow to it.
The devil gives you a single thing then
he takes about an hundred things from
you in return!
I met Jesus when I attended a crusade
and I gave my life to Jesus.
“Mrs. Olowo, I can relate to what you
are going through as well. Check my
body well and you would see quite a
number of incisions in there.” I started
Her eyes widened
“Really! Even doctors believe in
traditional powers?” she asked so
surprised
I smiled
“Well, I got the incisions before I gave
my life to Jesus and I really did regret
it” I said, surveying her face for her
reaction
“You regret it? Isn’t it supposed to be
the reason why you are still hale and
hearty? Isn’t it why your work is going
on well with no issue?” she spoke on
naively, looking at me as if I was the
weird one
“But what about you? Are the incisions
working for you? If they are, why are
you finding it difficult to do certain
things? Why?” I asked and her
enthusiasm died a bit
“Well…” she said and observed a very
long pause
“The truth is this my dear sister, the
devil gives no man anything good” I
said firmly and she shook her head
“Of course I know. But I am alive only
because I am well secured and safe
through the powers imputed in me. If
not for the incisions and all, my case
would have been a no no!” She
explained, so sure of her conviction.
I shook my head
Oh what blindness!
“So, what of Jesus? Where is the power
he promised? Is he not able to save or
deliver? Is that what you are saying?
That Jesus is powerless?” I bombarded
her with the seemingly millions of
questions
She gripped my arm suddenly and
squeezed it
“I didn’t say that” she said
“So, what were you saying? Explain in
clear terms” I so hated it when my Lord
and Savior is being underrated by
anyone because He had so done
marvelous things for me.
“You had incisions too. Why?” she
asked, pouting her mouth in argument
I cleared my throat
I was ready to fight this to the end
God’s name must be glorified
“It was because of Epilepsy”
She smiled
“And it did stop after the traditional
intervention, didn’t it?” she smiled as if
she had won the case.
I was interested in the point she was
driving at so, I nodded
“Oh yes, it did stop!” I said and she
smiled widely, clapping her hands
together
“God isn’t as strict as we have painted
him to be. In fact, the Bible says,
heaven helps those who help
themselves…”
Misquote of the scriptures, oh God!

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“My doctor, God seems slow sometimes.
Where you expect him to act, he
wouldn’t act but when you do not
expect him to act, that’s when he would
act. So, we have to consult the gods
while still worshipping God because
they are just like messengers to him”
she killed it all.
My heart burnt within me.
We had fed this woman with these
gibberish she had been vomiting oh
God!
God, your daughter needs real
refurbishing!
“Mrs. Olowo, I beg your pardon but
your perspective about God is so wrong!
One, no Bible says heaven helps those
who help themselves, it had just been
adopted for use by many people trying
to avert the right spiritual course they
are supposed to take. Two, God isn’t
slow! Mrs. Olowo, He is merciful! He
loves! He cares! He might appear slow
but no, God’s time isn’t Ours’ and His’
is always the best time. If you trust him
wholly, forget sister, He is never too
late!”
I just couldn’t say much.
My heart panted so hard.
“So, how did he not save you when you
fell into your fits of epilepsy?
Why was it that some incisions on parts
of your body, done in the names of the
gods healed you? Why?”
“I didn’t complete the statement the
other time ma’am. The epilepsy stopped
when I was taken to the traditionalist
but it didn’t last! The devil never gives
something that would last! The problem
I had was epilepsy and by the time in
came back after about 3 months later, it
added real convulsion, rheumatism,
blood vomiting and many more” I
explained and she looked disgusted
“God of mercy!” she exclaimed, holding
her chest firmly.
I was happy that that one hit her with a
bang.
“But it took just a touch of His garment,
the touch of faith and Jesus took them
all away”
“Hmmm…but what happened to the
incisions on your body?” she asked and
I smiled as I relived it all.
After Jesus had healed me and I had
become born again, I started having
series of dreams, different masquerades
pursuing me in the dream, different
masked guys sleeping with me in turns;
I saw myself carrying white calabash on
my head and my body covered in
white!
It was a scary thing!
I did wake up every day then with a
start, panting, sweating and very
scared.
I was so confused
Was this how it would feel at first after
giving one’s life to Jesus?
“After months of tormenting dreams, I
spoke out to my pastor who quickly sent
for two deliverance ministers after
listening to my story. They set to pray
for me and see me vomiting different
substances. The greenish thing I was
made to drink at that time, I vomited
too, a ring was vomited too and it was
really a tug of war as everything done
against me through those incisions were
nullified and destroyed.”
“So, there are specially meaning
attached to incisions?” she asked and I
nodded
“You are right ma’am”
She gasped
“Do I also need deliverance?” she asked
“Yes you definitely need one. But you
definitely need a man of God who has
really been called of God because if a
fake one lays his hand on you, it’s as
good as proclaiming death sentence on
you.” I said and she nodded
“Would you get me a pastor?”
“Yes. I would bring him tomorrow”
“That would be so nice of you.”
“You are welcome”
“Thank you for talking to me like this o.
I am so grateful”
I smiled as I looked into her face.
I was supposed to have peace that her
victory was near but no!
I felt as if I had not been able to even
get to the root of the problem.
What else is the issue oh Lord?
I held her hand to pray with her and an
electric current surged through my
veins.
She smiled at me
…and I reciprocated in a very weird
way ever!
“I will see you later. Let me go and
attend to the other patients”

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Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle

Stay BLESSED ♥

♡ Right_poc

Few Lessons From 2019

The year 2019 has been so far an amazing year for me and my family, in this year I have had tremendous growth on the spirit than any other year.

I’ve come to understand that my faith though small must have depth to create the impact God wants for my generation.

I’ve Come to understand that his ways are indeed not my ways and I must trust that he has my best interest at heart.

I’ve come to understand that we breakthrough via prayers and a consistent intimacy with our Creator. “Koinonia”

I’ve come to realize that God is never too late 😉.No matter how long you’ve waited, he’s always right on time for his own. Yeah the waiting period isn’t always sweet but putting up the right attitude while waiting is very important because Bro
James said patience when it’s done with us can make us perfect…Hahaha 😂I was in that school for awhile, boy is the curriculum fun? 😒 No It wasn’t and it isn’t but we’ve got to keep on to get a tangible result.

I’ve come to understand Words are cheap, Action sets the vehicle in motion… people really remember you for how you acted towards them, what you said to them, how you handled situations and not just by what you said to them…

I’ve come to understand that true friendship indeed exist 🤗🤗. Trust me, I does… Just keep praying and believing God, he’ll bring one your way but I just hope you’ll be open enough to let them in .

I’ve always known that God answers prayers but, in this year I’ve been the object of his love 😍😍and the answers were right on time.

I have a lot to say buh I’ll stop here for got to go back to bed, have a busy day tomorrow.

©Right_doak2019

TEARS OF A MISSIONARY SERIES #3

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TALES FROM THE HUNGRY

After several attempts to silence I The Missionary and Brother Mark, my convert from the prison from preaching the Gospel, we were banished to Sagamos. A land that of dearth.
I am a missionary to this Part of humanity.
Brother Mark my beloved in Bonds, a fellow labourer, saw his loved ones, and bade them farewell into the mission.
While on our trip there in the black van, he told me ” Joey, my loved ones are not those at home, but those sin Stricken hungry men and women”
I gave him a pat on the back and boom, we were at our drop spot. We were rolled out and abandoned with Just a loaf bread and a bottle of water.
After walking for some good distance, we arrived at a settlement called THE FORGOTTEN.

As we passed by we saw little children trying to eat Ants, and the older men struggling too, I was perplexed, their women were in shambles and very thin or obessed, the pregnant women were a hell of a sight, spittle bathed the pregnant, the odour was offensive, some women were eating dead leaves .
Then I knew, I was broken, Mark was already broken, He fell on his knees as we reached an open area and began intense wailings and groanings.
The villagers began drawing near, you could feel the stench and warm atmosphere drawing closer and closer, and you could tell, they were in thier numbers.
As they drew nearer in bewilderment, a mother heavily pregnant, but with lack of food, I could see her ribcage and could count her ribs even from a distant fell right some distance in front of me, oh! The thud with which she fell made my heart ache in the physical. I and Mark ran to her, offered her water and bread, and oh! She came back to life. The crowd of starving people where on thier knees watching keenly. Then she spoke up, “we are a people forgotten by the rest of the world, we were abandoned to die here since the war of Jafta began, weve stayed here and now there is famine here, the water channels are dried, and all the plants are dead, we feed on the anthill. And now the ants are almost extinct, the hill will soon be empty, please sire can you help Us?

We were only with a loaf of bread and a bottle of water,. How do I help over 70 souls?
Mark jumped up and prayed on the bread, and we began sharing, …wow Miracle, Jesus proved to be Jehovah Jireh…. there are many hungry people out there, abandoned by the world and afflicted by Satan , you can use your money, talent, and time to serve God.
By the roadside , there are hungry fellas, for the GOSPEL and for the real physical food,

Souls are dying
Men are crying
Won’t you bring them to the Lord
Go and find them
WIN THE LOST AT ANY COST

Joshua Tom©

TEARS OF A MISSIONARY SERIES #2

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TALES FROM THE PRISONER
I The missionary was busy doing God’s work, when I heared a big metal hit my head from behind, then black out.
Blurry visions, then my pupils began to adjust till what! I was surrounded by walls. Was it a concrete box, a uh….. I couldn’t think cause my head ached. Then lights, then hands. Then I understood I’m in a prison. I am a missionary to this part of Men.
They dragged me to a room and was tied down to a table and beaten up mercilessly, afterwards thrown into my own cell. After resuscitating, I turned to see a nerdy boy, I guess should be about 24 years of age.
“Hi dead fish” he cursed “hi handsome” I replied
“What!, I’ve never heard that in the last 2years and I’m dying tommorow” he expressed.
“What!” I exclaimed. “What’s your name?” He questioned, “I’m Joshua Tommy” I answered “tell me about you” he demanded. “Ok I’m a missionary from Nigaga, I love God, I seek to bring the torn, broken , and lost to a Man called Jesus..he alone is the answer to man’s problem”..I answered. “It’s your turn” “ok, my name is Mark, I was caught after I killed two Men in cold blood, I butchered a 23 year old girl for refusing me to cart away with her money, I was in a lead role in the Holocaust at Demia, I’m a murderer and I’m going to die tommorow, by 4pm, I wonder if God can still Forgive me, even if I will die”
My tears knew no bounds, my heart broke, oh! I wept sore, not for his crimes, but for the fact that he would be lost in eternity if I the missionary was not sent…..then I knew…..
I spoke to him with utmost sincerity and passion, in no distant time he was on his way to Calvary. Mark was born again, and he was filled with Joy and began singing, a song he composed on his accord. Then I saw how the devil turned a could be “minstrel” to a weapon of mass destruction and murders. This was his song
Oh! Jesus Jesus Jesus
Youve proved to a muderer
You still love him
Oh! Jesus Jesus Jesus
You’ve shown me
Love beyond my sins
Thank you for Loving Me
Thank you for Loving Me
I could hear the melody and the polished voice
I could see a saint out of mark, we were in tears.
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The morning came, I woke up to hear Mark singing amidst tears. When he knew I woke up, he screamed ” Joshua, I saw Jesus! I saw Jesus oh!, I saw Jesus…thank you Joshua for showing me Jesus!…”. Then he broke down and wept sore….”JOEY! do you know what Jesus told me?…I won’t die anymore,.. I’ll see my love ones again”….
Oh friends, I wept sore, for Joy.
But in a distance, I could hear the screams of other prisoners under the pangs of death passing away to eternal doom.
As I turned I saw Mark in tears on his Knees praying this
“Dear Jesus, the screams I’m hearing are people like me on thier way to the Hell fire Joey talked about, Lord! You sent Joey to me, please can you send many more Joey’s to come here and preach to my sinner friends that are about dying to hell, so that you can appear to them and tell them they’ll not die ,that they’ll see thier loved ones again.
Please Jesus, they have love ones, they have beautiful daughters, they have sons , they have wives, they have …and he fell into a great wailing I’ve Never seen in my life before………..
Dear Reader, Mark prayed that God should send you to preach to the prisoners …..what are you doing about it, what are you doing ……a soul Wii die today, without Christ, do you think it’s fun for heaven, it’s a sad and bad story…..
Please I beesech you ….STAND UP AND DO THE GREAT WORK OF THE GOSPEL
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet
© Joshua Tom

TALES FROM THE GHETTOS..

# SERIES  1

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I stepped out of the rickety van that drove me to Watanga. After highlighting, I stood still as time flew past by me. I could hear the flaps of it’s wings as it flew by. Then I decided to move as I heard the van zoom off into the streets. I am a missionary to this part of humanity.
As I walked the streets, I felt the death and warmth of a stenchy atmosphere. The buildings we’re closely arranged in a way no car could enter in except for the major streets.
Trying to locate a room where I can stay for the duration of my work, when I heard screams from a nearby wall. Startled, I decided to brave in and have a sight, and as a missionary render help. But as I approached, I heard gunshots and a loud scream then a silence…
Wow! I stopped on my tracks and felt a great burden drop on my heart.. then MY LOVER whispered “beloved you have to be fast, A soul has just been lost”.
With sadness, grief and sheer heaviness. I turned to leave but was interrupted by the heavy puffs of marijuana projected towards me, which made me cough out dryly. There stood a young boy with a red eye, and a big brown wrapped up marijuana in his mouth staring at me. Oh! I saw the plea in his eyes, Joshua Warren, a 9 year old was in addiction.
My bags dropped, I couldn’t contain myself.
I began sobbing in front of this boy. Just as I was about to speak to the boy, I heard a feminine voice “sorra mista, pleash who you?”
A brown toothed mother to Joshua spoke up.
“I’m Joshua Tommy, I came in some few hours ago, I wanted a place to stay for some days”.
I spoke amidst the tears in my eyes. “Ok, how much you pay?” She queried, “$300.” I replied.
“Follow me”…..she barked at me.
As we walked along , we arrived at a place called THE CHURCH OF HELL. An artistic decoration on the title showed pastors in sensual affairs with little girls. I was perplexed. As we moved in, passing through a corridor, oh God! Girls of about 9,10,11,-18 years were offering themselves to clergies, etc for gruesome sex. I almost fainted on the sights.
What a world.
But I pictured a girl by the Corner of a room, all alone and Dejected, then I knew……….
I knew I had work to do, I knew, the whole body of Christ must rise up and save the lost.
“Hey! Mista, here’s your dunghole”.. Susa, Joshua Warrens mother yelled out. Startled, I cleared my throat and offered gratitude. She disappeared into the next room. “BELOVED, Go down and speak to that soul by the wall” the LOVER OF SOULS prompted.
Immediately, I rose up, picked up a blue Rose I hid in my bag, with my Bible, I headed straight down to meet the girl I saw sitting by the wall.
“Hey pretty, good afternoon” she jerked in fright and I saw pain oh! Horrible pain, dark pain, anguish, oh! I saw her lost in her own world, she was already feeling the heat of damnation, she was consumed by grief, despair, destitution, this girl was dying slowly, she was on her way to HELL.
Then the HOLYSPIRIT wept, I could feel him weep, one drop of tears dropped on my heart, and oh! I felt the pain, I felt the heat of the his Love, I felt his desperation. Amidst the tears THE LOVER OF SOULS SAID “This is the one I created in my own image, in my likeness, oh! Joshua tell her about me, I want to embrace her”
In His words I talked to her about Jesus, and in a giffy, the room was filled with similar looking girls , including Susa and Joshua. All were on thier faces in tears, As the HOLYSPIRIT took over.
As we finished, Joy sprang up in thier heart as they began to sing for Joy……
But I the missionary, my heart and mind, we’re weeping, why?….you may ask,
Not for Joy, but for pity FOR THE CHURCH.
THEN THE SPIRIT SAID,
(composed song)
©Joshua Tom
There is a people, a group by the wall
A girl, a boy, a woman with no hope at all
There’s a family bowed in pains
Oh bound by the devil’s chains.
There’s darkness in a neighborhood
Heavy tears, wails, screams and none to soothe
There’s a dying boy, lost in sin
Would you go and rescue the ones I Love?
# slavewiththebeautifulfeet .
Dear Reader . Rise up
Souls are dying,
Men are crying
Won’t you lead them to the cross,
Do not allow this song to stand against you on the LAST DAY
Joshua Tom©.

The Unknown yoke – Episode 6

There was a knock on the door and a
tall, slim, teenage girl and two little boys
came in with a basket and a polythene
bag.
“Good morning doctor” the girl greeted
me in an almost sweet manner
“Morning dearest. How are you?” I
replied
“I am fine ma” she replied
The two boys went and positioned
themselves at the sides of the bed.
Glory smiled
“These are my children.” She said and I
smiled
“They are very lovely” I replied
“If you say so” she replied, bluntly
“I am very serious now. Your children
are lovely, lovable and good looking”
I said and she winked at me
“Stop it” she whispered, trying to shush
me up
I was dazed
“What’s your name lovely?” I faced her
daughter and she looked down,
fumbling at her dress.
“Taiwo” she said and I held her
shoulder, pressing them softly.
She cringed
But I smiled
“Taiwo, please go out with your
brothers while I discuss with mummy” I
said and they obliged
I went close to Mrs. Olowo
“Why were you trying to stop me from
talking?” I asked and she looked
offended a bit
“I don’t like the way you were praising
them in their presence. It is very
wrong!” she said, closing her eyes to
everything I would have said to defend
myself
I smiled and tried to hold her hands
“When you praise the children
especially young girls, they tend to
become very arrogant and then they
become immoral” she said and I
practically laughed
“No wonder!” I said and she looked at
me, her forehead wrinkled because of
the frown on her face.
“What?” “She winced at my touch,
embarrassed by my compliments of her
body and oh…no wonder!” I exclaimed
again.
I just wondered where some mothers get
their orientations from about the girl-child

upbringing “So what?” she asked
“What you don’t know is that if you
don’t tell her now, she would have
people to tell her out there.

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The guys you are trying to shield her from would
be the same people who would tell her
about things in she had never even known

about their body” I
explained and she could only look on
“Hmmmm” she said, not so convinced
The door opened

“Dr. Flora, the Consultant wants to see
you now” a nurse came to inform me
“Thanks Ennie” I said to her smiling, she left.
“I think your kids have brought you
some food. Try to eat. I will see you later.”
As I left the ward, her children entered
and the door was closed.
I was tempted to go close to the door
again and eavesdrop.
“What food is here?” she asked
“Rice, pepper sauce and goat meat.
There is pap and moin-moin too” the
daughter said and I was bemused
I thought she was supposed to be poor
“Inside the nylon her is cotton wool,
more cannulas, syringes and tissue
papers. She said she would see you in
the evening” the daughter explained on
Oh, someone was helping!
“This Mrs. Hasiya o! Oh my God! What
can I say to her but that you bless her
for me? What else oh Lord?” she said,
faintly
“She even gave us Semovita and
Ogbonno Soup last night. Mummy Uku
Amsin still came yesterday” she said
and I heard a long hiss
“What was she looking for? Only
looking for how members would fill
their churches and not concerned about
her welfare. I hate those kinds of
Christians”
“She wanted to buy chinchin as usual”
Taiwo said and the small boys laughed
“I wonder why some Christians find it
difficult to help their so called brethren
when they cant be there for them in
times of need, especially the rich ones!
Ah! People of other religions are doing
better than them any time, any day!”
Mrs. Olowo said again, somehow
pained
My heart was crushed!
I was as guilty of what they were saying
as much as the Rev. Mummy.
Most times we are carried away by
winning souls and getting people free
from some vices while we neglect their
physical needs. What they need to make
their faith grow!
God have mercy!
“God will bless her for me. When I had
nowhere to go to for your NECO exams
fee, she came in and paid it all. If not,
that is how Kehinde would have
disgraced me totally. Did she even
return the money to the guy?” I heard
her ask
“She said she did”
“But did she?” I heard her mummy ask,
raising her voice
“No. she bought a new phone” I heard
her say silently and I smiled
That should be expected!
As I straightened to start going, the
nurse ran towards me again.
“Madam, there is an emergency.”
I followed immediately and set to work
immediately.
“Why would you attempt abortion with
a hanger for goodness’ sake” I said as I
sanitized my hands
I never imagined that I would do any
surgical operation that day but I just
finished one almost life threatening one
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“I told her not to abort it o but I was
shocked when she suddenly started
bleeding in my shop this evening” a
young guy with a hairstyle like agama
lizard said
I looked at him
“Are you the one responsible for the
pregnancy?” I asked and he nodded
“She is my girlfriend”
“So, why did you get her pregnant?” I
asked and he looked at me as if I was
the most absurd person on earth
“I love her. She is my girlfriend. How
do I show her love if not through this?”
I shook my head
“And who says that having sex with a
lady means showing her love? If you
love her, you would go and asked for
her hand in marriage form her parents.
You are very wrong!” I said forcefully
and the boy smiled
“She loves it too. Even if I don’t touch
her, she would come close to me, just
for me to touch her” he said and I
shuddered
“Who are your parents, they need to be
informed about your condition” I said
and the girl raised her head.
“No ma. Don’t tell them. I will go home
with Haruna. He is my husband” she
said and I was shocked
“You love this person over your
parents?”

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“Yes. He is the only person that loves
me in the whole wide world. He sees the
good in every part of me” she
explained, gasping for air.
“That he says that to you does not mean
he loves you. It could be lust.” I said
and she shook her head.
“I prefer the expressed lust he has to
the unexpressed love my parents say
they have towards me” she said again
and I simply shook my head
“What is your name?” I asked
“Kehinde” she replied
“Surname?” I asked again
“Olowo” she replied again
And my tightened muscles loosened as
my mouth caved into a small, perfect
‘O’!

 

 

“Did you go into any blood covenant?”
that was the first question the pastor
asked as he set his eyes on her
I smiled
Even I was becoming a prophetess!
I knew it was nothing but blood
covenant!
“Sir, she had some incisions done on
her”
It was then I realized that I had not
even asked when she got the incisions
and how
“Yes. The incisions are obvious and her
parents had the incisions done on her
body from birth in order to dedicate
her to their family gods even though
they were Christians at that time.
Right?” the pastor asked
And she nodded
“I read it from my mum’s diary that I
was dedicated to Olunlu, the god of
Ilan, my village”
“Your mum kept a diary? She was
learned?” I asked and she nodded
“They called you Glory but from birth,
your portion had been shame.” The
pastor revealed and I watched
I would reach that level one day too!
I didn’t tell the pastor anything about
this woman so how he got to know was
so wonderful to me.
“In accordance with the injunction of
the herbalist, you were carried nakedly
around the market square for 21 days
after your birth to wade off evil and
that was when the glory departed” the
pastor narrated on.
He hadn’t even held her hands to pray
for her o
But everything he said was true as she
nodded amazingly to the words of the
pastor.
“This is wonderful! God still exists o!
Real men of God are alive” she
exclaimed.
“You are right about what you just said
but don’t be carried away by words of
revelations and discernment as some
false prophets can actually replicate
that. Just know in your heart that God is
alive and it shall be well despite the
influx of many false prophets”
“Hmmm…this is wonderful! I am
stirred” she exclaimed, looking intently
at his face in awe.
“But, there is more to all that is
happening to you. The incisions are the
genesis of the problem but the Spirit of
the Lord is telling me that there is more
to it.” He said
“What?” she asked
“I am not being told. It is being held
from me by the Lord.” He said
“Ah! What could it be?” she asked, so
seriously
“I thought as much. I felt it deep in my
spirit that something else still hangs in
the air” I said too.
“Yes…something like Blood…I see
blood!” the pastor said and we looked
at one another questionably
“Your deliverance hangs onto your
confession…if you could but confess”
“Blood? I have never killed anybody in
my life o….not even an unborn baby”
she said, tears gathering in her eyes.
“Just think deeply if you have been
involved in some bloody transaction
like that…” The pastor urged on
Was the case becoming pathetic?
Her daughter lay on the bed in the
adjacent ward recuperating from a
dangerous abortion attempt.
Another revelation of ‘Blood’ has
resurfaced
God, please intervene oo

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Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle

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