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    Episode 1….
    Why is this Sunday service taking so
    long oh Lord?
    My tummy was rumbling so loudly that
    I had to sneak a peep at Bro. Paul
    sitting close to me to ensure that he
    wasn’t listening to the rhythmical
    sounds from my inside!
    I woke up this morning just like other
    days when I felt the sticky thing in-
    between my legs.
    Oh not again Lord!
    I knew from that moment that I was
    going to have to battle with
    dysmenorrhea menstrual pain for the
    rest of the day and I really hated the
    I racked my wardrobe for drugs and
    gosh! My fervin was exhausted. I
    angrily threw the empty sachet away
    and had a warm bath, getting set for
    the Sunday service.
    I had just concluded a three-day fast
    and I was looking rather lean- but it
    was worth it. It bordered on issues
    concerning my life and I had to take it
    I didn’t know how to hear God!
    Well, most times after praying
    fervently, I would just tell God to talk
    to someone or reveal something to
    someone else if he didn’t want to talk
    to me personally and that was what he
    had always done.
    Probably I was just too filthy!
    I had told him that in the service of
    today, if he wanted to talk to me, he
    should do so through all the
    ministrations in the church- the choir
    ministration, the drama ministration,
    the message itself and all.
    I was however shocked when the title
    of the song the choir sang was
    ‘Holiness unto the Lord’!
    I knew about holiness so well and that
    was not my prayer point at all. I am on
    the way to perfection and I am
    carefully watching my steps lest I stray.
    I didn’t want this choir ministration. So
    as they ministered, it was just as if they
    were pumping LaCasera drink into my
    body system that made the body fluid
    escaping my body to gush out as if
    being pursued vehemently.
    ‘Let us jam our hands as our dear
    father in the Lord, Pastor Idile takes up
    the mic’ He announced in his usually
    affecting tone. He was the reason for
    my prayer- Tony!
    I sighed deeply.
    ‘God, are you just going to talk to me?
    Are you going to speak to me through
    this man of God? I really need your
    touch oh Lord’ I uttered silently as my
    faith got revived again.
    ‘Touch me one more time oh Lord, yes
    dear Lord, touch me one more time oh
    Lord, I need the touch of the Father, I
    need the touch of the Lord, touch me
    one more time oh Lord!’ the pastor
    sang in his baritone voice and the
    awesomeness of the whole thing
    pushed me down to my knees.
    I just mentioned His touch right now
    and the pastor is singing about His
    touch too.
    ‘The service is definitely for me’ I said
    so loudly that I noticed Bro. Paul
    looking towards me but I wasn’t
    moved. Who says this God isn’t real
    and I would love to tell him to
    He is good abeg!
    The message snowballed and I listened
    with rapt attention, slapping my laps
    together so the pain in my tummy
    would ‘gerrarahere’.
    The topic was ‘Confused?’ -So apt,
    touching and just like that.
    Oh yes I was confused. Madly confused!
    I said yes to Jean’s proposal last month
    and the relationship had started to
    bloom greatly until this Tony came
    around that same week. He was a
    serving corps member and he was
    deployed to my area, so he worshipped
    with us at the central church.
    Since I set my eyes on him, my mind
    had been in a real state of chaos. I was
    just so confused that I decide to step
    away from the choir group where he
    was very vibrant so I could get things
    I was going to the church that very day
    and as I always did, I was dressed
    gorgeously for the service in my
    opened toes high-heeled shoes. As I
    locked my car, I started walking as if
    being pursued.
    Just then, Sis. Jane called my name and
    as I tried to turn back in order to
    answer her call, I never knew a canal
    was before me. My shoe nose-dived
    into the canal but just like the slow
    motion in any Korean movie, a strong
    hand-held me and pulled me up with a
    “Sorry ma” he said and I looked into
    his small, milky face. I blinked
    severally, trying to get my voice.
    Who is this boy?
    He bowed slightly before me and off he
    went- but my eyes went with him!
    I slapped my head to order that very
    day to no avail especially when my
    research told me he was just an
    ordinary corps member.
    ‘He is just a small boy’ I thought to
    myself but the turmoil in my heart
    Whenever I went to the church, I
    would take a spot in the choir room
    where I would have the opportunity to
    get a good look at him without being
    noticed by anybody.
    Whatever he did appealed to me. There
    was a day that I saw him blowing his
    nose. The way he held the tissue paper
    was skilled! Funny me!
    Immediately I realized that I wasn’t
    getting things straight again, I had to sit
    down, fast and pray well so that God
    would speak to me. So, he would clear
    my head and put the right thing in
    ‘Most time, we think we have arrived
    and that it is time to settle down
    because we have the job, beautiful
    accommodation, money and all but God
    is saying no! And you’ve got to wait on
    him’ My pastor killed it. As I jotted the
    point down, my body shook violently.
    Pastor was stupendously right!
    “What else are you waiting for my
    daughter? You are well employed as a
    lecturer. You have a degree in Mass
    Communication and two Masters
    Degrees in Public Relations and
    Advertising respectively. What are you
    waiting for? You are our only daughter
    o and see how big you are. No one
    would even believe that you are not 25
    yet.” My mother complained bitterly
    the last time we met.
    My aged mother and father had been
    my specimen for a good marriage for
    many years now. Though it took about
    four decades after their marriage
    before they had me, the barren years
    really strengthened their love.
    Though I am very beautiful, I have the
    dominant gene of my father. I am built
    like a man- with well-built muscles, a
    deep, bass voice and very hairy skin. In
    my secondary school days, I was called
    ‘Miss Gorilla’
    Although I battled with inferiority
    complex for a long period of time, I
    overcame because of my supportive
    parents, my choice of career (My radio
    voice was always being begged for) and
    my unit in the church (Bass part which
    made the songs beautiful).
    When I wasn’t talking of any boyfriend,
    date or fiancé yet, it was very natural
    when my mum called for a dialogue
    with me.
    Jean was a single father whose wife had
    left him for over five years after he
    caught her in an adultery act for more
    than three times. I taught his daughter
    in her final year and that was how I got
    to know him well as he requested for a
    private lesson for her at home, during
    the holiday.
    Whenever I visited the beautiful house
    of his, the way he ran around to
    prepare food in the kitchen, set the
    house in order, pet his daughter to
    listen whenever I taught was
    overwhelming. He was just too nice!
    When he sat me down to say all he had
    passed through in his marriage, pity
    rose from my belly for him and I
    opened my heart to him. I would buy
    him gifts, go on picnic with him and
    Sarah, his daughter and I would help in
    the kitchen- his skills of combining
    different ingredients to make
    something extra-ordinarily was highly
    In fact, when I realized I was in love
    with him, I quickly told him about
    Jesus and he was truly converted as he
    wept for his sin.
    When he proposed to me, I was
    shocked. I really loved him but never
    had I thought about getting married to
    a man in his late forties. I told him to
    give me some time and I really
    calculated the cost.
    His daughter loved me
    He didn’t divorce his wife- she left him
    He is now a Christian
    He is good looking, accomplished and
    wonderful to be with
    What else would I need in a man?
    I said a big, fat yes!
    It all went well with us as we had
    reported at the marriage committee in
    the church and our meeting had been
    adjourned to next week.
    All seemed clear to me until I met
    “I am going to teach you a song today. I
    told earlier that it’s a special service
    today so we are doing everything in
    another style. Who knows maybe it’s
    for someone her that this service had
    been designed?” the pastor said again
    and mouth agape, I nodded like an
    agama lizard
    My pastor is truly anointed!
    He started singing thunderously
    I will wait, wait, wait on the Lord
    I will wait, wait, wait on the Lord
    Learn my lessons well
    In his timing he would tell me,
    What to do,
    Where to go
    And what to say
    The pastor’s voice rung in the whole
    building as he sang till the whole hall
    felt that move and there was the
    outpouring of the spirit. I watched as
    people fell to the ground, raised their
    hands to heaven in total awe and
    surrender to God.
    I was too touched to pray!
    Suddenly, something struck my heart
    and as I held my chest to calm the pain,
    a force pushed me down to my knees;
    perspiration covered me from head to
    toes- I was dripping; I shook as if I had
    been suffering from fever for a very
    long time, the goose bumps that
    covered me and its tingling effects
    refused to leave me as I gnashed my
    teeth. No words proceeded from my
    I moaned and moaned again.
    There was a stir in my spirit – for the
    first time! I was praying in the spirit.
    Prayers that was too superb and extra-
    ordinary for my mouth to utter.
    ‘Many of us say that the Lord can’t
    speak to us and that we can’t hear him
    because we are not worthy to be
    spoken to by the immortal. We prefer
    the pastor to hear for us even when
    God is talking…He is speaking to you…”
    The pastor emphasized on and on and I
    suddenly realized the pain in God’s
    heart when I limited His ability to talk
    to me.
    “The wall of partition is broken. Enter
    in before him and like Jacob, wrestle
    with Him in prayers. He needs who
    would dare seek His face. Wait no
    more, seek him! He wants to talk to
    you. Stop doubting His ability. He is the
    Lord God of all flesh. Is there anything
    too hard for Him? Is there anything too
    hard for God?” the pastor asked with a
    stamp of his feet on the floor.
    I cried!
    My mouth opened and with my mouth
    filled with gratitude, I gave Him thanks
    for talking through me through the
    Then I regrettably said I was sorry for
    limiting him. For seeing Him as being
    selective of whom he talked to.
    “Who says there is no God?” I uttered
    affirmatively as if I had a sword to
    behead such individual. I stood up
    from my kneeling position and joined
    in the thanksgiving session that
    followed the message session, wiping
    my sweat off my face.
    The joy in the face of every member
    was unspeakable! It was glorious that
    my heart kept stirring- the new
    spiritual experience that I have got
    from God during this service!
    Blessed is the woman that married this
    Pastor Idile!
    Just like a video camera, my eyes
    travelled through the church to look
    for where Mummy Idile was seated but
    I couldn’t sight her. My searching job
    begun in earnest.
    I saw her briefly that morning clad in a
    blue suit gown and a gold hat. Where
    could she be?
    My eyes travelled to the gallery above
    There she was!
    There was a smile on her face but the
    smile looked somehow.
    Sad? Uncertain? Bitter?
    I couldn’t figure what was wrong with
    that smile but I knew it wasn’t a happy,
    grateful smile. I looked on at her and as
    she nodded severally, the light above
    her shone on her and her face
    glistened. I saw it clearly- tears!
    What could be wrong with her? Was
    God showing her a vision that is very
    saddening? What was bothering her Oh
    I felt she was supposed to be the
    happiest woman on earth for having
    such a vibrant man as a husband
    especially with this wonderful
    outpouring of the Spirit.
    My spirit stirred again!
    Was God trying to tell me something?
    I placed my head on the pew in front
    of me. I didn’t even realize that the
    service had been brought to an end. I
    was overwhelmed within me.
    Something is just not right! What is it
    oh Lord? Talk to me please!
    I didn’t hear anything, I didn’t see
    anything. It was just darkness I saw and
    I heard the hooting of car horns
    Isn’t God going to speak?
    >>>>>>It Continues<<<<<<<<

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    feed me more!!! please continue

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    Carry Go!

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    Ride on

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