RISING DEEP - Episode 19

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - pastor, prayer team, prayer, AFCON, NYSC, iPhone 7, Hyundai, members, prayer warriors, death, taxi driver, taxi, policemen, hospital.

For pastor Yemi and his prayer team, the victory they sought had been won. So in the light of that, he sent Samuel home. That would be the first time he would return home since the night Sandra and Patricia found a heap of fresh sand on his bed.

With the much he had seen, he was not in doubt that the yoke over him and his siblings had been broken. His heart leaped for joy like a football player who had won a match at the AFCON (Africa Cup of Nations). After pastor Yemi had personally led him to Christ, he knew there was something new about his life. A new force of life pulsated within his heart. With that sort of energy alone, he could have beaten a team single handedly in any AFCON football game, or cheered more than any fan whose team had made it to an AFCON final game. Though a surprise awaited him at home – the absence of his two sisters - all he knew on his way home was pure joy. Occasionally he would spare a thought for Patricia and Sandra, wondering what they would have made of his second disappearance. He still did not know they were in far more trouble than he had been. Bouncing like a yoyo, or better still, like a goal scorer at the AFCON, he made his way home.

Pastor Yemi had seen the end of three satanic agents and a black bird, no other amount of attack would faze him, happily he left for his house, eager to narrate to his wife what the Lord had used him to do in the lives of Samuel and his family members; whom he was in no doubt certain that God had delivered through his prayers. Using his brand new, shiny iPhone 7, he instructed his prayer warriors through text messages about what to do in case they were to run into some spiritual ambush. One after another, he sent them messages as though he was passing commands to National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) members who had just arrived their camps for the three weeks orientation. In a sense, they were his own NYSC members in matters of prayer and service to God. The only difference was his NYSC members had no allowance, or places of primary assignment except in the church where on their knees and with scriptures in their mouths, they served as NYSC members to their spiritual fatherland – heaven.

As his taxi driver drove him home, he browsed through several blogs and social media platforms on his iPhone 7 to see what the media had to say about the agents whom he and his prayer warriors sent to their early graves. Loads of people had seen the events and had snapped truck load of pictures which he knew would end up on social media platforms. His smile grew broader when he saw the events had begun to trend on both Facebook and twitter. He and his church were described with a plethora of adulatory words. He was glad about that. At least Jesus was being praised for the faith of his prayer team members and his. Because of the low battery life left on his iPhone 7, he went off line. And just immediately, a call crashed into his phone. It was his wife.

“Hello honey. How are you? I am really sorry I could not call you all through the day,” said pastor Yemi. “Darling! Thank God! You have to thank God!” his wife said very loudly, giving the impression God had turned around an ugly situation just before she called him. “What happened darling?” he asked, sounding edgy. “Bukola, our son, just woke up from death a few minutes ago!” she said crying. “Jesus! What! Bukola woke from death!? How?!” “Darling, I believe the devil entered our home today, but I am glad our Jesus won. About five hours ago, all our children became sick at once. Before I could reach my sisters and some church members, Bukola had become unconscious and was pronounced dead at the hospital an hour later.”

“How are my other children now?” “They are all here with me. The moment Bukola sneezed and woke from death, they all recovered.” “But darling, you should have called to let me know what was happening at home.” “I did, and so did many church members; no one could reach your phone until now.” Pastor Yemi bowed his head and thanked God. “Darling, I am on my way home now. When I get home I will tell you why our children were attacked.” “Okay sir, we are waiting for you.” Pastor Yemi asked the taxi driver to stop, and when he did, he got out of the taxi, knelt on the road and began to thank God who saved his family from death. He knew it was the very death uncle Jones had promised his family before he died.

Patricia’s Pastor
While pastor Yemi was celebrating God’s mercy and deliverance to his family, Patricia’s pastor and his family members were engaged in deep deliverance prayer for Patricia and her siblings. The pastor was encouraged to prayer much more because of the visions God was giving him as they prayed on.

The Hospital
Nurses Rose, Chika and some other medical staff, including doctors, were praying for Patricia and Sandra when a team of policemen barged into the hospital room and fired a few shots into the roof. When nurses Rose, Chika and other medical staff had gone on the floor for protection and surrender, the policemen took Patricia and Sandra and left the hospital. There was nothing the hospital management could do at that point. The policemen were armed to the teeth.

Outside, Mr. Dead waited for them in his Hyundai. After the policemen had deposited the unconscious bodies of Sandra and Patricia in his Hyundai, he drove off, speeding to reach their spiritual home in time to nullify the effect of the prayers said for Patricia and Sandra and to turn them into the sex agents he wanted them to be.

Back at the hospital, nurses Rose and Chika, encouraged their colleagues to continue in prayers for the two girls whom the police had whisked away. So they all continued to pray, trusting God to deliver the girls.

The Spiritual Home
As soon as the Hyundai was seen speeding into the compound, those things like humans and the real humans in the spiritual home, made for the Hyundai with two stretchers. When they had removed Patricia and Sandra from the Hyundai, they whisked them into the house. Patricia and Sandra were taken to a much larger room that the one they had broken free from. Their parents and Gegwe were present, along with other unknown human and non-human creatures.

Patricia and Sandra were laid on iron tables and quickly, everyone stripped naked and held hands together in a circular fashion around the table. With one voice, they began to make incantations, summoning demonic powers into their fold. Devils did not waste time to appear. They seemed to have come out of everyone present in that room. On the iron table Patricia and Sandra twisted in pains, screaming their heads off. “They are ready for the ritual,” a voice said from amongst the devils. Mr. Dead jumped unto one of the tables, the one on which Patricia lay on and lowered himself on her in an act to have sex with her.

As though someone had slit his throat, he grabbed it and feel off the iron table, choking for breath. Some of them present had seen a similar attack like that before and knew a power greater than theirs was present. Those few made for the door, for no reason at all, the door would not open. Then the devils which had come out of them began to groan in terrifying pain. The humans amongst them were the first to drop to the floor. While everyone watched, their eye sockets began to melt and their mouth and the tongues in them followed. As though their chests had been carved open, blood and some black fluid began to gush out.

A fervent wave of heat, blazed through the room and that was it. Everyone in the room was on fire except for Patricia and Sandra who woke from their unconsciousness with shock. Looking around, they saw their parents, Mr. Dead and Gegwe burning on the floor with their eyes and mouths completely dissolved. “God on whom we called day and night has answered us, Sandra,” Patricia said elatedly. “Yes! God has given them what they deserve!” Sandra concurred.

When they got off the tables, they found their clothes in a corner of the room and quickly put them on. Just when they were about to leave the room, Gegwe stirred and stood to her feet. “You are not going anywhere Patricia! You are the one to take my place,” she said without her mouth moving. They were taken aback by that. “Can’t this thing called Gegwe die once and for all?” Patricia asked angrily. Sandra had spotted something in the area where they found their clothes, she ran back to pick it up. It was a rusted piece of machete. Throwing it to Patricia, she said, “Pat! End this thing once and for all! Kill that devil!” Patricia grabbed the machete mid-air, took a few steps toward Gegwe who was turning her head sideways to detect her footsteps, and with a heavy blow, lumped off her head. The scream of many voices were heard the moment Gegwe’s head hit the floor. Terrified by that, the two sisters ran out of the house and were fortunate to leave in time before the house began to burn.

Three days later, Patricia and Sandra returned to Lagos with the help of the beans ball seller and her police brother who had survived the attack from Mr. Dead and Abdul. They were happy when they met with Samuel, but were nonetheless stunned by the story he told them about their parents and how they all were born. It has been many years now and the siblings have been living fine without taking after their parents. They were forced to leave their parents’ house when the house became unbearably haunted by evil spirits. Patricia’s pastor was happy when he heard about how God had used him and his family to deliver Patricia and her siblings. Since that time, both he and pastor Yemi have been like fathers to Patricia and her siblings.

Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - pastor, prayer team, prayer, AFCON, NYSC, iPhone 7, Hyundai, members, prayer warriors, death, taxi driver, taxi, policemen, hospital.
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