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    Ok na anoda 1?….oya make e dey flow,we r followin

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    @williams nice start…

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    Thanks T-Dak, nice start @Williams

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    Episode 2

    We grew fond of each other soon after that encounter.
    Personally, I think she came closer to me because I seemed
    to see beyond her beauty(which I literally did) and I came
    closer to her because, well, because she was beautiful. And
    intriguing, but mostly beautiful. She was of average height,
    just a head below me, slim figured with nice curves and a
    bossom that could only be described as ambitious. And
    those her wings were glorious. They fanned out ever so
    often, usually when she was in a happy mood. The chains
    didnt seem to disturb them so much. And even the glowing
    of the gold itself added to her beauty. Of course only i could
    see and appreciate them. Due to her physique she received
    a lot of stares from the male folk at first until they got used
    to her. She was quite friendly and approachable too. She
    had a way of caring for those less oppurtuned than her and
    was usually seen helping others at their desk. Some
    misconstrued this as pock-nosing at first but they caved in
    when they saw her lovely smile and genuineness. Ok, you
    get it, I guess I was a bit….infatuated with her. Don’t ask me
    why I am using past tense. You’ll find out soon enough.
    Sometimes when I was watching her, I would see the
    manifestation of her wings and the gold chain would clink
    and jingle. This usually happened when she was in deep
    thought and at that time she would look sad, forlorn. I tried
    to look harder, to see more, to know what it was that was
    bothering her so much but I never saw beyond the gold
    chains. I previously mentioned Pachios. You remember. My
    guardian Angel. He usually kept out of sight and only
    appeared when he needed to alert me of something or if it
    seemed I was unduly worried. He sat beside me now at my
    desk as I was watching her gold chains glimmer yet again.
    “Leave her be.” He said. “If it was meant for you to help her
    you would have seen more by now.”
    I sighed. “But, pachios, come, haven’t you seen anything like
    gold chains before? I’m interested, what do they mean?”
    Pachios kept silent. By now I had learnt that when he was
    this way it was either he didn’t want to get involved or he
    genuinely didn’t know himself. I sighed again. The gold
    chains didn’t seem threatening, only maybe set off a kind of
    sad aura. Maybe she had commited a very grevious sin….or
    maybe her destiny had been tied by some evil relative….my
    mind went from one possibility to the other. I had tried
    asking her if there was a problem on various occasions but
    had come up with nothing.
    Suddenly she looked straight at me. She paused for a
    moment from what she was doing and smiled. I smiled back.
    She rounded up whatever she had been doing and crossed
    the office to my side.
    “Hey weirdo.” She grinned.
    “How are you doing breastina.” I answered good naturedly.
    She laughed and punched me on the shoulder. It hurt a bit.
    “Have I ever told you how strong you are?” I asked, rubbing
    my shoulder.
    “Nah. I know you just say that to make fun of me”, she
    replied. From the corner of my eyes I saw her chains glow
    briefly. Guilt? Did they glow when she felt guilty? I chased
    away the thought.
    “Come to fellowship with me today.” She said.
    I groaned. For a few weeks now she had been insisting that I
    follow her to a new fellowship that had opened close to the
    office. She said the pastor there was preaching ‘fire’ and was
    really sound.I grunted, unconvinced. Don’t get me wrong. Its
    not that I don’t go to church. I am as christian as you’ll get
    and a little bit more too for obvious reasons. But then there
    was my Sight. Most times when I was invited to a prayer
    house or meeting or fellowship there was the tendency for
    me to cause a scene. I tried not to but in the end I usually
    ended up being the one to cast out the demons or loose
    those that were chained. Pretty exhaustive work which was
    made occasionally more exhausting if the person I was
    casting out the demon from turned out to be the pastor
    himself. I ended up worshipping in one of the orthodox
    churches. They had a tendency to be more peaceful.
    Today Nina was being extra persuasive, giving me a sad,
    puppy dog kind of look that would break anyone’s heart. I
    felt myself giving in but held on to my decision bravely.
    “Why not? What’s your reason this time?” She asked.
    “Well, l have that report to submit tomorrow and it kind of
    looks like its going to rain.”
    “I’ll help you with the report. I just finished the one oga gave
    me and its not like I’m doing anything else this evening. Plus
    it will give me an opportunity to know your place. Well?
    What do you think?”
    She wanted to know my place?
    I gave in.
    The venue for the fellowship was a three room apartment
    that had apparently undergone some structural changes.
    The door had been widened and the walls freshly painted.
    Rows upon rows of wooden benches lined the hall and
    brand new speakers decorated an immaculately white alter.
    The flowers used for decoration were huge. Apart from the
    ceiling fans, tornado standing fans had been installed at
    intervals along the aisle. Huge multicoloured banners
    decorated the side walls. At the head of the alter a large
    banner declared in gold letters “BOUNCING IN FAVOUR
    CHURCH INTERNATIONAL”. The place was getting filled up
    pretty fast when we arrived. Nina led me down to the middle
    aisle and sat next to me. The choir was belting out a popular
    rendition and I was already getting a bit nervous. Nina
    looked at me and frowned.
    “What is it?” She asked.
    “Er, nothing…nothing.” I smiled gamely, trying to ignore the
    vulture sitting on top of the choir mistress’ head. Most of the
    other choristers were alright though for some strange
    reason I kept on seeing them singing with their eyes closed,
    like they were actually sleeping. I faced the alter and joined
    in the singing. Nina sang along and suddenly everything
    seemed so peaceful. Her voice was an amazing soprano.
    Every note that came out of her mouth was silver lined, like
    she belonged in the choir more than anyone else. I sighed to
    myself. What a woman. Surely this was love? I mean, logic
    told me that if everyone was hearing her the way I was,
    she’d be a music star by now. So either other people weren’t
    hearing her the way I was, or I found her so attractive that
    anything she did amazed me.
    We sang for a while more then the pastor came onto the
    alter. There was wild applause which he received humbly
    then he motioned for us to sit and began his service.

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    Why is it dat u’re alway’s nervous……Broz abeq no create scence for dat fellowship oo….. Nwanu we dey ya back……

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    T-DAK, thanks a lot

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    Thanks T-dak. love this story

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    @T-DAK. Thanks for d invitation… Waiting next episode… Nice work.

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