RESURRECTION – Season Three: Episode 2

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - pastor, Stars, Circle, Holy Ghost fire, hospital, driver, taxi, kitchen, nurse.

“I don’t know who you two are, but I can tell you are in grave danger. There are evil spirits from the depths of hell, unleashed to destroy the two of you. You have a great battle coming your way. I hope when it comes you will be ready for it,” said Pastor Idika.  “It is okay pastor; we will be ready when they come,” assured Austin. “I am glad to hear that. But on the other hand make sure you don’t leave her alone in this place by night. And if you ever have need for prayers while you are here, you can always call on me.” “Thank you pastor; but we don’t know your name,” remarked Melinda. “I am Pastor Idika Ojigwe. I work with the Jesus Army; this hospital is my station. My job is to prepare those ready to die to meet the Lord and to pray for the sick.”

“My name is Austin and she is Melinda, my fiancée.” “Nice to meet you two,” said Pastor Idika. “It is our pleasure to meet you sir,” said Austin.  After pastor Idika had left with the nurse who called him in to pray for Melinda, Austin and Melinda began to brainstorm on how to survive their stay at the hospital until Melinda could be discharged.

While they thought through what they could do to survive the soon-to-come onslaught from the elders of Circle of Stars, someone visited verah where she was hiding from the elders of Circle of Stars. She was in the hutch which served as kitchen to her new small apartment, when she heard noise in the room. She could have sworn she securely locked her door when she returned from buying snacks and recharge cards from the street. She peeped into the room to see what it was and there he was, sitting down and smiling like in old times.

Verah was so scared she instinctively banged the kitchen door, shut herself in and began to shout, “Holy Ghost fire! Holy Ghost fire! Holy Ghost fire!” She must have shouted ‘Holy Ghost fire!’ for about fifteen minutes before she opened the kitchen door to see if he was still there. With no sign of him in the room, Verah dashed in to pick her handbag and flee from her apartment. While she hurriedly stuffed her handbag with few of her belongings, smoke began to emit from the kitchen which she had left. She couldn’t figure out the source of the smoke; she made to flee from the room but when she got to the door, curiosity got the better of her and she thought to check it out. Quietly she tip-toed to the kitchen and opened the door. Standing in the kitchen was her dead grandmother, preparing the Quaker Oat she had abandoned in fear.

Amazingly there was not a trace of smoke in the kitchen. “Jesus!” yelled Verah. Before she could take a step to flee from her sight, her dead grandmother spinned around like a whirlpool, transformed into a thick dark smoke and moved into Verah’s body through her nose and mouth. Verah landed on the floor with the sort of force that should have cracked her skull, but amazingly nothing happened to her. After some twenty minutes of lying on the floor, her eyes flicked wide open, looking very dark and hollow, like there was no substance in them. She stood to her feet, went over to her mirror and checked her eyes before the mirror. She took a dark sunglass from a table and put it on, went into her kitchen and removed a knife from a drawer, stuffed it into her handbag and left to pay Austin and Melinda a visit at the hospital.

She didn’t use her car; she rather flagged down a taxi and told the driver where to take her. Immediately she sat in the cab, the taxi driver felt goose bumps all over him, his head felt like it had swollen and increased in size. The driver tried to drive off but for a moment felt he couldn’t see the steering. He bent down and did what an average Nigerian would do, he prayed. As soon as he began to mumble prayers to God, Verah swiftly closed her ears with her two hands and shouted at the driver, “Drive!” As though her shout propelled him, the driver started his car and sped off.

After driving for some minutes under the spell of her command, the taxi driver suddenly applied the brake and asked Verah to get off his car. Verah asked him why she should get off his car; the driver replied that he had to go pick his son from his school. Verah surprised him, “The last thing you did before you picked me was to drop off your son, Samson, with your wife.” The taxi driver was shocked and shouted, “You are the offspring of the devil! Please get off my car!” Very simply replied, “I command you to die!” As soon as she declared that, the taxi driver began to smash his head on the steering. While the driver smashed his head on the steering, Verah stepped out of his cab, stopped another taxi and it drove her away. The driver continued to bang his head on the steering until he bled to death. A spirit had jumped on him when Verah commanded him to die.

When Verah got to the hospital and alighted from the taxi, she amiably paid the driver and asked him to keep the balance. She walked into the hospital reception and asked to see Melinda. After the receptionist was satisfied with the information she provided about herself, she asked her to sit down and wait for a nurse to take her to the ward where Melinda was. While Verah waited in the reception, she began to hear a faint voice in her head calling out, “Verah fight it! You can fight it! Verah fight it! You are no murderer!” Verah focused her attention on the voice and could tell it was Simon’s voice. She whispered back to the voice, “I can’t help it Simon.” “You can fight it Verah! Fight it! You have been through worse…” The voice in her head faded to nothing.

Verah grabbed her head with both hands as if to keep it from imploding from the inside. Just then a nurse came out and the receptionist said, “Madam you can follow her, she will take you to your friend.” Verah stood to her feet and staggered terribly, the nurse had to put her hand around Verah to keep her from falling. “Madam are you okay?” asked the nurse. Verah tried to speak but could not, she just nodded to the nurse. The two of them walked to Melinda’s hospital room not saying a word to each other. When they got into the room, the nurse pushed the door open and let Verah in and walked away. Verah picked her step as she walked into the room. Melinda was alone, lying on the bed. When Melinda heard the door creak, she turned to see who it was, she was expecting to see Austin, it had been a while since he went to buy some things in the street.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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