the hub of entertainment….
I decided to give my all to God on that mountain, there were times I wept thinking about all my errors… There were days, I was not fasting but I just went hungry, as I refused to stand up from my prayer position… All I needed from God was MERCY… Exactly, two months from the
I walked towards Baba Prayer and the policemen, but very swiftly to my surprise I saw someone who looked like Daniel my DEAD husband with a Fair-skinned woman walk past me towards the prayer Altar…. was I hallucinating? Right ahead of me were the policemen waiting, but I think I just saw Daniel OR was
I was discharged 6 days later, my mother never came visiting. As I left the hospital, I went straight to the village elders, explained in simple terms to them, that it was a case of Ifakolade not fully fortified for the job I gave him… The elders told me, I had to step in to
Pastor James opened his eyes after speaking in tongues for some minutes in tears and pain…He had tied a cloth around the gunshot on his shoulder. “Jesus Christ!” he screamed at some point, he finally could see me, but he saw blood on me…There was power in Speaking in tongues! I was happy Pastor James
Ifakolade’s dead body and my dying body touched Igbonla in the split of a second. The disappearing charm had brought us to where I wanted to be, in front of Pastor James’ house. True be told, some of these diabolical things are real, but of NO profit. A journey that should have taken us 2
I could see Ifakolade was losing so much blood… I was also losing blood, I needed to get Ifakolade and I out of there, but “HOW?” was the question…. “Ifakolade, please let us get out…Of… Here” I managed to say with my shaky voice… ” ooo.. samu.. Yiwa.. I can’t make it… The bullet is
I knew I heard the gunshot and I heard a scream, No! Two People were screaming, No! Three people were screaming, No! Four people were screaming, No Five people were screaming…, Simultaneously, I also felt a sharp pain in my stomach…. Jawegbona, the herbalist was right, the gunshot did have effect on Larry. The moment,
Ifakolade looked very happy as we journeyed to the city. We took the first bus out of Igbonla. I wanted to take my jeep, but he said my Jeep could leave tracks for the police to trace the death of Larry to me… That made sense. In the public bus we took, I had people
Ifakolade took me to his house, or what he called a house.. His place was an uncompleted one bedroom apartment with an attached toilet and bathroom.. His kitchen was an open place in the compound. What made the scenario worse, was the number of touts that were living with him. When we got to his
Every night after the 8th day I opened up to him, We would play a game, which Pastor James Invented … ” Who sings it better?”. It was a game of all my songs from my 10 albums, he would pick a song and we both will try to sing it individually. Funny enough we