I am Dominion! Chapters 10 – 14

Chapter 10

Godwin Elochukwu did not stop running till he got to the bus stop, and even then he kept looking around to make sure nothing was following him…he had been sitting at the back of the church when the rolling lights had rolled into the church suddenly.

His first thought was to run out immediately, but something held him fast in his seat…he was temporarily paralyzed, he realized…he couldn’t move a muscle…he could only watch what was going on…

He had seen figures moving about in the rolling lights that stood almost six feet in height…he thought he saw a horse and a rider in it too, surrounded by beings in flowing robes and white hair…but the lights had been too bright and they hurt his eyes…on the other hand he might have just been imagining things…yes…he preferred to go with the imagination theory…it made him feel sane…people imagined things all the time especially when they were stressed.

He had come to church specifically because he was stressed…his work did not give him much room or time for himself…as an investigative journalist, he was constantly covering news items, anywhere where his boss chose to send him…today he might be in Abuja…tomorrow he could very well find himself in Oyo…he didn’t remember the last time he had a holiday…even a brief one…so today he had decided to come to this church on the next street to his…because it was the closest church to him anyway.

He had attended other churches before…larger churches, because he always felt he might get a news story from them…but he always hated the rowdiness of their Praise sessions…they always seemed to think it was impossible to praise God without ‘making some noise!!!’ as though God was deaf! They were too excitable…too emotional!

This church however seemed to be so peaceful…that is, until the rolling lights rolled in…

A bus stopped by him and he got on…he could have walked home, but his legs were still a bit shaky…he doubted they could carry him the ten-minute walk back home.

One thing was for sure though, he was pretty certain that the worship leader had something to do with the rolling lights…he would have to visit the church again and find out the name of this guy.

 

Kemi attended Service…she was no singer but she enjoyed singing…she enjoyed dancing a lot and she could really dance! She never missed any Praise/Worship session in church because it was an opportunity to ‘dance for God’…or ‘dance unto the Lord’.

But deep down in her heart…somehow she knew the ‘dance unto the lord’ thing, was a thin excuse that worship leaders gave to members of churches to indulge themselves in the dancing skills they would otherwise have used in night clubs and parties…they knew of course that most people who loved to dance were extroverts…they loved to go out…probably to parties…

She knew herself that she simply enjoyed dancing…period! For her it wasn’t really about ‘dancing unto the Lord’…she knew that…it was about dancing to give herself the pleasure of dancing…it was one of her few talents so she enjoyed it, and didn’t see anything wrong with it…what she found something wrong with, was the fact that people couldn’t be honest about it and say truthfully that they just enjoyed dancing…why did they have to lie about this ‘dancing unto the lord’ business?

“Come on people, let’s take back what the devil stole from us!” yelled the worship leader into the microphone, as the band struck up a Makossa beat much to the delight of the congregation.

The church was a fairly large one that Kemi had only recently joined…her parents attended a Baptist church near their house, but since Kemi’s conversation with Dominion a few weeks ago, she had decided to change her lifestyle…” Get closer to God”, Dominion had said…so here she was…Dominion had said he attended Pentecostal Churches…so she would too…that must be where God showed up the most she guessed…

She started dancing, but after a while she slowed down…she had begun to notice what even she would regard as fairly obscene dance steps beside her…she knew they were simply dancing the Makossa steps…but in church? She would have to ask Dominion’s opinion about it…she moved to another part of the auditorium, but the church was filled up…

She went back to her seat and continued dancing for her own pleasure, ignoring the men and women beside her who appeared not to care about how they were dancing…in fact no one else seemed to care…Kemi looked around and saw that everyone was engrossed in dancing…even the choir appeared to be showing off…they were dancing with attitude…she had seen that kind of attitudinal dancing on TV many times before.

The music changed to worship, and everyone lifted up holy hands, including the people who had been dancing rather lewdly beside her a minute ago…Kemi was baffled as she watched them close their eyes and assume an expression of ‘holiness’…there was a way people in this church looked when they wanted to worship apparently…they looked as though they were going to cry the next minute…she hadn’t been used to that in the Baptist Church which she had previously been attending.

How did these people even get to lift ‘holy’ hands one minute after dancing so lewdly…she felt disgusted…she couldn’t understand…but when she saw Dominion in school tomorrow, he would probably laugh and give her a reasonable explanation…maybe she just wasn’t used to the Pentecostal way of doing things yet…maybe Praise and Worship didn’t have to be something you did from the heart…just music you enjoyed…if that was the case, then this would certainly be her choice of church, for the musicians and the worship team were pretty good!

If music in church was just a question of enjoyment and nothing more…she would definitely settle down here…but Dominion would guide her…her mind wandered to her boyfriend…the one that would rather give up the love of a three-year relationship with a girl…than give up the love of his God…now that was some man!

She couldn’t wait to hug him tomorrow…she delighted in hugging him because she saw it gave him some measure of discomfort…but that was just her mischievous side!

The choir finished their special number and the pastor mounted the pulpit to give the message…

“Today, I want to share with you what God has laid in my heart for you”, he began…

“If I may put a title to it, I would probably call it…What is in your hand?”

“That was the question God asked Moses when there seemed to be no way to cross the Red Sea…what is in your hand, I ask you today…”

Kemi’s mind wandered off again…now she was remembering the very first teaching Dominion had given her, after he had finally led her to Christ…

“The first thing you need to know about God is that he is more interested in your heart than your finances…your successes or failures…your everything and anything…so if you forget everything else…remember this one thing…it is the heart that God always looks at to determine what and who you really are…not your prosperity or your successes in life…they don’t mean a thing to him…keep your heart real and pure and honest before him and he will always be happy and pleased with you…”

She had never forgotten that message…it had been three weeks now…

 

Chapter 11

Mrs. Emmanuel Snr gave her driver her laptop case and picked up a few items on her table. She looked around her office as she stood up to leave…it had been a rather long and tiring week, what with the Entrance Examinations followed by the Parents/Teachers Association Meeting which had not gone too well…she was looking forward to a long restful weekend…though she sensed this was the weekend where she would need to reach out to her sister in law.

The Lord had instructed her to do so as soon as possible…He hadn’t spoken to her about it…the Spirit had simply used her conscience to make her feel responsible for reaching out…then her thoughts had done the rest…reasoning with her as the senior sister in law to reach out to the junior one…after all, she had made peace with her brother in law and he had initiated that move.

It had been almost two weeks since the visit of her brother in law and she had been very busy…there had been the visit of the external auditors to the school…then there had been a talk given by an emissary of the Minister of Education to the students at a special Assembly…and all week long, she had had to deal with ‘troublesome’ parents who didn’t like the fact that their children were being disciplined by their teachers for misbehaving in class…they wanted the teachers concerned to be fired for punishing their children…forcing them to sweep large areas of the school…they felt it had traumatized their kids…but the principal had been very firm in her resolve not to, in the face of threats to ‘withdraw their children from school’.

It had come up at the PTA meeting where several well to do parents had taken the floor in favour of milder forms of discipline such as a simple phone call to parents reporting their children to them and allowing them to rebuke the erring children.

Mrs. Emmanuel Snr had stood her ground firmly and told them that the school had never and would never tolerate indiscipline among either staff or students…the children should learn respect and good conduct…and that had been the end of the matter.

Other not so well to do parents had given their support of the principal’s decision and when they had put it to vote, it was clear that those in favour of the continued discipline of the children were far more than those against…

Mrs. Emmanuel locked the door of her office and noticed her secretary walking towards the school gates…she always waited till the principal had left before leaving…she hadn’t been told to do so…she just did…Mrs. Emmanuel reached into her purse and withdrew a wad of notes…how much was the girl’s salary anyway? She worked 8-5 daily for mere peanuts…the system just wasn’t fair!

She passed the girl on her way out and told the driver to slow down as she wound down the glass…

“Taiwo, here is something for your weekend okay?” she said as she handed her secretary the envelope with the money…she had put in ten thousand naira…the poor girl looked so tired!

“Oh thank you very much ma!” said the girl in surprise as she knelt down to show her appreciation.

As her car sped off into the rush hour traffic, a thought occurred to her…

If the school paid according to Government stipulated wages, it didn’t prevent her from adding to her secretary’s salary on the side…did it?

“No”, she whispered to herself. There and then she decided that she would set aside ten thousand naira every month to help Taiwo make a better life…somehow…she was going to have to withdraw from the Building Committee of the church and use the money she kept investing there to help people whom she saw every day and had simply become blind to helping…she wondered why these thoughts were coming to her now…why hadn’t she thought of them before?

It is better to build people than build buildings…

It was a quiet thought that crept into her mind and it wasn’t the Holy Spirit! She had discovered that if she kept her mind renewed continuously…she would start to think in line with the Holy Spirit…his thoughts would become her thoughts…she would begin to think the way he would…because she was developing the same thought patterns he had…

So there were several other ways he could speak to people…she rather liked that…it would make her avoid getting too familiar with the God of her Salvation…her Maker…she would listen to her renewed thoughts…and her conscience…and the written Word…and the Word she had hidden in her heart…that she might not sin…

Back home, the driver gave her the keys and left, Mrs. Emmanuel Snr placed a call to Pastor Emmanuel…she didn’t have his wife’s number…she needed to call her…his phone was switched off…

She had her bath and settled down to a nice read of a book she had recently bought…The Spiritual Man by Watchman Nee…she was a glutton for deep spiritual books…

As long as you don’t read them merely to sate your spiritual appetite…see that you practise what’s in them…

She put down the book and grinned broadly… a chat with the Holy Spirit beat the reading of any book any day!

“Can we chat now sir?” she asked loudly, no one was around to hear her talk to her God.

Yes, my child…what’s on your mind?

“Can you actually use my renewed thoughts to speak to me Lord?”

Rom 12: 2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

So you can’t prove My Will for you without a renewed mind…that is, renewed thoughts and affections.

Everything centres around the world…you are either conformed to it…or transformed from it…and all by the renewing of the mind…

“Just by studying the Word?”

No…by obeying it…

James 1:22 But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.

For by not obeying it, you conform to the World…and by obeying it, you transform into the Word… my Will for you will gradually unfold when you continuously obey my Word…that is what it means to prove or discover it…

2Cor 3:18 But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

The glass is the Word…disobeying it will conform you to the image of the world and obeying it will transform you into the image of the Word…both are continuous processes…both require the actions of the mind…for one is used by Lucifer for enslaving the mind…the other is used by My Spirit to free the mind…restore it to what I originally intended it to be…

2TI 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

Your mind is a faculty of your spirit…it is the inward man that is being renewed daily, and with it also the mind…

2Cor 4:16 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

Eph 4:23 And be renewed in the spirit of your mind;

Mrs. Emmanuel felt like her mind was exploding with the revelation she was getting…her mind was connected to her spirit! It was not possible to renew the mind without also renewing the inward man, her spirit!

The act of renewing was done by the Holy Spirit as obedience was carried out…not by studying the bible!

Titus 3:5 Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost;

The opposite of perishing as in 2Cor 4:16 was renewing…it meant that perishing was a weakening…and renewing was a strengthening! There is a spiritual strength received in the continuous process of obedience…that strength, the Word called renewing!

Eph 3:16 That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;

Col 1:10-11 That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God; 

Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness; 

Obedience is the act of walking worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing…then you will be strengthened with might in your inner man…to do deeper works of obedience…then your inward man will be renewed unto deeper purity…

“Thank you my Lord…I will not call Pastor Emmanuel to talk to his wife…I will go there now Lord!”

 

Chapter 12

The whirlwind sucked them in through the Sacred Drum into a world of darkness…terrible cries rent the atmosphere, as they found themselves in a clearing surrounded by rocks from which molten lava constantly poured…chained to those rocks were beings that cried out as they were continually bathed in the molten lava that gushed out of the rocks.

They looked human…yet there was something misshapen about them…their torsos were shorter than they should have been, and their legs were rather too long…Faleke looked at them for a long time and suddenly knew who they were…they were drug addicts currently going through hallucinations…they had been brought here to live out their hallucinations…they had a distorted view of themselves, hence the way they now looked…

Faleke and the others had found themselves lying prostrate before some huge beings who laughed and jeered at them as soon as they had appeared…One of them lashed out with a long whip.

Ayorinde screamed in pain as the whip curled around him and cut his soul…

“I want this one!” declared the wielder of the whip, pointing at Ayorinde.

Others soon followed his cue and began lashing the beings of their choice…Faleke watched helplessly as his hands were tied by the demons that had inhabited his body for so long…they dragged him to one who sat on what looked like a throne carved out of stone…he was huge…as they approached him, he unfurled blackened wings that looked as though they were made of scales and leather…

He stood up to his full height and raised his hand…everyone paid him attention…Faleke knew who he was now…even though all of them remained faceless…he knew, because suddenly there was an enlightenment that flooded his mind…he did not need to see their faces to recognize them…he knew who each one of them was!

The one standing was Lucifer himself! As the knowledge flooded his mind he found himself hurled away by one of Lucifer’s wings…he crashed into a rock wall and winced in pain.

“This is the one who you will inhabit Baal, and you will be my eyes on earth”, he said, turning in the direction of the faceless demon who stood closest to him.

“All the others must be inhabited by a Principality each, so see to it Baal…and this time, my plan must not fail!” Lucifer roared like a wounded lion.

Baal bowed slightly as Lucifer faded from sight…him and his throne…Baal stared stonily at Faleke…he was known by many names on earth…he knew that Faleke knew him as Obatala…but it didn’t matter…these mortals were such morons! Did they think that spirit beings attached importance to names like they did?

He lifted Faleke up by his throat and stared deeply into his eyes…several other faceless demons followed his lead and held up one each of the seven mortals in their midst by their throats…

Faleke saw himself staring into a huge sea of nothingness…till eventually a whirlwind began to form in the midst of the sea of nothingness, and picked him up…

 

They all found themselves lying around the Sacred Drum when they returned to their bodies…only this time, they were not scared…they spoke to each other in deep guttural voices…

“We are here,” chuckled Baal from out of Faleke’s mouth, as he sat up and viewed the room…he stretched forth his hand and a statue of Obatala floated from a shelf into his hand…he turned it around in his hand apparently fascinated by the craft work.

The Seven stood up chuckling and slapping each other on the back, they wandered through the rooms looking at the shrines in each room…there was a strange faint light that surrounded their bodies…it shone faintly in the house darkened by the black window blinds…

“I suppose we had better let them return to their homes…submerge and let them come to the surface,” commanded Baal.

A few minutes later, Ayorinde and the others walked out of the house…Faleke rubbed his chin thoughtfully…the last few minutes were a blank…he couldn’t remember anything that had happened…the last thing he remembered was falling into the Sacred Drum…and feeling excruciating pain…he still remembered the pain…though he didn’t feel it anymore…

Absentmindedly he rubbed his head, still confused…he knew that he had been possessed…but he didn’t know which deity had possessed him. He went out of the house by the back…a door that none knew existed…it led to the next street where he usually parked his car in front of a shopping mall.

As he opened the door of his car, his eye caught his reflection in the glass…he stared in disbelief…his hair had grown white around the edges! He began to feel dizzy…things were happening around him too fast…all of a sudden his life had been ripped away from him…he no longer had control over his own life!

Something chuckled inside him…it sounded cold…he felt cold inside…as he sat behind the driver’s seat, he thought of his wife and two kids he was about to go home to…he didn’t feel anything for them…the realization shocked him! He didn’t feel any affection for them any longer…he wondered why he had to go back to them in the first place…the chuckle came again…this time a little louder…

This is my home now mortal…Mine!

Dominion put his ear against the door to his mother’s bedroom…she was obviously having one of those rare chats with the Holy Spirit…he could hear her giggling and whispering…she was having a good time!

It had been ages since he had had a chat with the Holy Spirit…every time he tried he had been met with a stony wall of silence…even in his studies, he had been on his own…but then the Holy Spirit had coached him to the point where he didn’t really need his help anymore….

That was the point! A thought suddenly struck him…that was why he hadn’t been taught any more by the Spirit…he had come to the point where he thought he was OK to carry on his studies by himself…

He had unconsciously allowed his Self to come to the fore and take over his studies from the Spirit…he had to remember at all times that Self would automatically take over any sphere of his life from the Spirit where he stopped depending on the Spirit…there was no void!

He whispered a heartfelt prayer to the Holy Spirit, asking for his forgiveness and asking Him once again to take and steer the reins of his heart and mind…

As he opened his books later that night, he saw the familiar patterns begin to unfold and unveil themselves once again…he smiled broadly…the Spirit was back!

 

Chapter 13

Godwin Elochukwu had recovered from the shock of seeing supernatural lights enter a church building, and had come to the conclusion that it was worth a story pursuing. He had duly informed his boss who immediately berated him for not taking pictures first before running away.

So now his main assignment was to pursue the worship leader who had somehow manufactured the lights and find out how he did it…he had wracked his brain for a way to do this…but other than follow the worship leader around on Sundays, he really didn’t know how to find out.

Perhaps he should just try the direct approach and interview him, after all, many people would kill for an opportunity to be interviewed by a popular entertainment magazine…

He had attended that church faithfully for the past four weeks in hopes of seeing him…even their midweek services, till they thought he was a new member and had started reaching out to him.

He had happily played the role of a new member, but when he had started asking questions about the guy that had brought in the supernatural lights some weeks back, everyone had left him alone.

Finally, just last week Sunday, he had showed up at the church, but nothing had happened…no lights…he didn’t even lead worship…but at least it had given Godwin the chance to follow him home…see where he lived.

“Why are you following me?” Dominion turned around suddenly to confront his stalker.

Godwin was caught unawares and there was nowhere to hide…they had reached the street where Dominion lived and there was no cover anywhere.

Godwin moved towards Dominion to try to explain himself…he hoped fervently that he would get some reasonable answer and a photograph that would make his boss release him from this boring assignment.

“My name is Godwin Elochukwu, and I am an investigative reporter for the Joints ‘n’ Clubs Magazine…you must have heard of it” he asked confidently…there couldn’t possibly be anyone who hadn’t heard of the Magazine before.

“No, I haven’t heard of it. So what can I do for you” asked Dominion, mildly curious.

“I was in church the day the lights rolled in. You led praise and worship that day. Could you possibly explain your role in ushering in the lights into the church?”

Dominion noticed that he was bringing out some kind of recorder from his bag as he spoke, as well as a camera.

“First of all, I didn’t play any role in bringing lights into church…that would be God. Secondly I don’t do interviews, nor will I appreciate my photograph being taken.”

“Has the occurrence of lights rolling into church like waves ever happened before that day, I mean have you ever led worship on previous occasions where lights rolled in?”

“Mr. Godwin, I don’t do interviews, sorry…have a good day.”

Dominion turned on his heel and walked on past his home…he didn’t want this pesky journalist knowing where he lived and coming to pester him with questions.

Godwin watched him go, considering the possibility of following him and seeing where he lived…but he knew nothing would come out of it…his best bet was to stay with the church till the lights rolled in again, and this time he would be there to take photographs…

 

Finally, Mrs. Emmanuel Snr and Jnr had met and reconciled…in fact they had so enjoyed each other’s company on that first day that they had become prayer partners. Every Saturday morning Mrs. Emmanuel Snr would drive down to her sister in law’s house and they would pray together for a couple of hours before having light breakfast and a chat.

It was on one of those Saturday mornings that Mrs Emmanuel Jnr had suddenly uttered a loud cry and stiffened, falling to her knees.

“What is wrong?” cried Mrs Emmanuel Snr, rushing around a sofa to kneel beside her sister in law and keep her from falling. They were the only ones in the house as her brother in law had gone to visit a couple that had marital issues.

She is in a trance! Leave her alone on the ground.

Mrs Emmanuel Snr breathed a sigh of relief…it was the Holy Spirit’s doing.

“Yes Lord”, she responded quietly, laying her sister in law gently on the carpet. She watched her for a while, quite shaken by the incident…

Keep praying!

She stood to her feet and began praying in tongues rapidly as she paced around the small living room…there was a knock on the door…she stopped and held her chest fearfully…they weren’t expecting anyone.

“Who is there?” she asked rather fearfully.

For God has not given you a spirit of fear, but of love and of power and of a sound mind. Why are you afraid child?

She walked to the door and opened it…it was Dominion!

“The Holy Spirit asked me to come here mother,” he said in response to her mother’s surprised look.

Mrs Emmanuel Jnr began to stir on the ground and Dominion ran to her, quite surprised to find her on the ground. He put his arm around her to help her into a sitting position while his mother squatted beside them.

“The Seven are here!” she said, not quite fully conscious.

“What Seven?” asked her sister in law.

Mrs Emmanuel Jnr finally opened her eyes and requested for water which her sister in law went to get.

“I saw you too my brave nephew,” she said, smiling weakly at Dominion.

A few minutes later Mrs Emmanuel Jnr was seated on the sofa with her in laws sitting on either side of her.

“I think I must have fallen into a trance or had a vision or something…I suddenly saw these huge faceless beings with drawn swords as long as tree trunks. There were seven of them and they were about to enter a church…the frontage of the church seemed familiar to me…it looked like the hall we use for our Sunday Services, but I couldn’t be sure…but just before they entered the church, their leader suddenly looked back at me and I saw the face of Faleke!”

“Who is Faleke?” asked her sister in law, leaning forward on the edge of her seat.

“Many years ago, he and my husband were classmates and best friends, that is, before my husband was led to Christ. Faleke was an occultist then and my husband was very fascinated with the tricks he used to perform such as lifting a heavy table with his teeth or burning himself with fire, yet without feeling pain or showing any burn marks…it was my husband who later told me all of this because then I hadn’t met Faleke.”

My husband asked him to teach him some of those tricks, but Faleke refused until one day he confronted my husband and told him if he really wanted to learn he would have to join the cult to which he Faleke belonged.”

“My husband was scared to join any cult and declined. That was when their friendship began to go sour…my husband began to avoid Faleke as much as possible, until one day, Faleke came to him to apologize for inviting him to join a cult and that he would not bother him about it again if only their friendship could return back to the way it was.”

“My husband gladly agreed and they became best friends again, not knowing that Faleke had ulterior motives…eventually my husband was led to Christ, but Faleke didn’t know that…so he approached my husband one day with some apples, one of which he himself was eating and offered him one of them.”

“My husband accepted it gladly, for he was hungry and ate it immediately. Faleke seemed very delighted and began jumping up and down with great joy. When my husband asked him why he seemed so happy, he replied and said, ‘I’ll see you at the meeting tonight’.”

“When my husband inquired about what meeting…Faleke responded and said he had eaten an occult apple and had had his spiritual eyes opened…that a spirit would transport him in his sleep to the meeting that night for his initiation.”

“My husband was extremely angry and fearful at the same time and went to their fellowship pastor on campus and told him what had happened. He gathered together the intercessory team and other pastors, and they prayed for my husband, who eventually vomited the apple whole.”

“To cut a long story short, that was how my husband escaped the clutches of Faleke and needless to say, their friendship was forever broken. My husband showed me several pictures of them together on campus and outside…they had really been close…that was how I recognized him when that faceless Being suddenly turned towards me and a face seemed to emerge from his head…it was Faleke’s face.”

“That’s why I’m here, to join my faith and prayers with yours to avert this evil,” said Dominion, nodding his head with new understanding.

“The Holy Spirit didn’t give me any details, he just impressed on me a sense of urgency to get here as fast as I could…I actually thought my mother was in some kind of trouble so I just chartered the first taxi I saw and came as quickly as I could.”

“So who are these Seven Beings…did the lord show you?” asked Mrs Emmanuel Snr.

“Yes…they are Seven Principalities sent to corrupt Mankind…they have taken possession of seven prominent men in society…their mission is to have intercourse with female students on campus who will bear children in their image…that is, children who will inherit their demonic abilities and wreak havoc on humanity…and more are to follow…the Seven are merely the Vanguard.”

“So we are to pray to avert this?” asked Dominion.

“No…we are to fast for a week…then we begin to pray with all manner of prayer. There are certain preparations we need to do during the week of fasting which the Lord will reveal to us.”

Mrs Emmanuel Jnr turned to her nephew…

“You have a fiancé or girlfriend?”

“Yes Aunty…how did you even know that?” asked Dominion in surprise.

“Because in one scene, I saw you violently protecting her from danger…that’s why I called you brave earlier on.”

“Is she in any danger?”

“Not right now, but soon she will be”

“Can I prevent it?”

“No my son…no one can prevent it…except herself,” Mrs Emmanuel Jnr replied sadly.

 

 

Chapter 14

“The musicians were really good, but they seemed to play the same kind of music we listen to in school you know” said Ke

mi, settling herself down beside Dominion in their favourite cafeteria.

“And what kind of music would that be?” asked Dominion as Kemi stuffed some meat pie into his mouth.

“Well, that day it was Makossa all the way. Isn’t that supposed to be night club music?”

“Yes it is. It was created for the sole purpose of entertainment…but it also has sexual undertones, everyone knows this. The Makossa dance speaks for itself.”

“But what if the lyrics were changed to Christian lyrics like they did in church, doesn’t that change everything?”

“I don’t think so. It certainly won’t change the fact that the music is still Makossa, you see the lyrics are like the coat of paint on a building. You can change the paint from blue to green or yellow if you like, but it still doesn’t change the structure of the building…it is still a three-bedroom bungalow or whatever it was before the coat of paint was changed.”

“Hmmm then I guess that means it is still worldly music regardless of the Christian lyrics then,” said Kemi, she pursed her lips as she meditated on the new ideas Dominion had just shared with her.

“So why doesn’t the pastor stop them from singing worldly music…music taken from the world to use for sacred things?”

“I don’t know…maybe they don’t know any better…” replied Dominion.

“Or maybe they are afraid they might drive the youth away?” muttered Kemi, more to herself.

“Why are you so interested in all this anyway?” asked Dominion.

“Because I’m trying to decide whether to stay with that church or not.”

“You can’t leave a church just because they play Makossa music, you may find other churches playing worse music you know.”

“No, but I can leave if I really want a church where they truly dance unto the Lord…I don’t see how that is possible with music that belongs to the world…music that was created for Man’s pleasure…not for God’s.”

“Hmmm…I see what you mean Kemi,” said Dominion, looking at her curiously…he was beginning to wonder if she too had begun to ‘hear’ from the Lord…but he had other pressing matters on hand.

He wondered how to approach the subject of her safety without revealing his aunt’s concerns about her from the trance she had had.

“Something big is happening on campus, but then you don’t live here so it might not interest you,” she flicked a crumb of meat pie from off his chin.

“There is a dancing competition being organised by some top companies and organisations, and the prize money is pretty huge…each of the twenty contestants will walk away with one mil, win or lose! I have registered for it…I could use that kind of money; dad’s Law Practice isn’t doing so well anymore.”

Dominion’s blood ran cold…

“And when does this competition start?” he asked, his throat suddenly ran dry.

“We had the first audition last night…the VC was the guest of honour can you imagine?”

Dominion felt dizzy…he had to get out of there fast!

“Are you OK”

“Yes…I just feel a little dizzy…”

He would have to find a way to warn her…he wasn’t allowed to tell her about the trance…

You should be present tonight at the next audition…find somewhere to sleep on campus and call your mother…you won’t be going home tonight!

“You know what? Maybe I should come and watch you tonight…”

Kemi squealed in delight and threw her arms around Dominion, oblivious of the other people in the cafeteria…

Dominion stood up shakily…his girlfriend was so innocent and sweet…he just wanted to be there to protect her. He put an arm round her shoulder and tweaked her cheek with the other hand. She giggled happily as she skipped along beside him…she was still such a baby…he thought to himself…he had to get her out of that competition somehow…that was the way the Seven planned to gain an inroad into the female students on campus…they were going to use the dancers in the competition as their breeding ground…and his girlfriend was one of them!

As they walked off together, Deacon Ayorinde ordered his driver to drive off…he had seen enough…he had been at the audition as one of the judges and had selected Kemi…it was his responsibility to follow up on her…otherwise his ‘master’ would get pretty angry with him…and when he did, he made him suffer excruciating pain in his stomach…sometimes he went through symptoms of what looked like a heart attack.

His ‘master’ had personally chosen Kemi…then he had submerged to allow Ayorinde perform his duties as one of the judges…tonight then, he would be allowed to speak to the contestants…except that he had a suspicion his ‘master’ would resurface to do the talking…that would be the cue for the refreshments to be served, as prepared by Faleke…it was important that Kemi partook of the refreshments, his ‘master’ had warned.

As he passed the couple, he took a good look at Kemi…he guessed it was her innocence that had attracted his ‘master’…they always were attracted by innocence…it was virgin territory for corruption.

Ayorinde was sure the other Six had also instructed their ‘slaves’ (as they called their mortal hosts), in the same way…they were all to partake out of the ‘light refreshments’ provided back stage after the auditions were over…later tonight…their lives would change…forever!

Dominion put a call through to his mother to inform her of the new developments…

“Then it is time my son…I commend you into His safe hands…the Lord be with you both my son!”

 

In another part of the city, Mrs Emmanuel Jnr lay on her face groaning…she didn’t hear her husband come in to the living room. He tried not to disturb her as he found his way quietly to the bedroom…of late his wife had been interceding deeply and sometimes would wake up in the middle of the night to pray for hours…he wondered why he continued to call himself a pastor when he could not even pray half as much as she did…

His wife’s lifestyle and the occasional bible study they shared together had completely changed his orientation towards the Scriptures…he no longer looked for messages to preach…topics to preach…themes to preach on…he simply preached the Scriptures, particularly the New Testament of which Dispensation was already fast winding up.

He was concerned with his heart…his intentions…his conscience…he had come to realize that if he could only keep them Godward…they would control his thoughts and thought patterns…he always asked himself what his intentions were several times a day and was surprised at the numerous things he uncovered as he searched himself to see if he was still in the faith.

Once he had discovered he had the desire to please men…the desire to impress with his preaching had come to the fore several times…he also discovered that the more he searched himself for wrong intentions, the easier it became to spot them…and his conscience…ah…That was the troublesome one!

Usually it condemned him after he had done something wrong…but ever since he had begun searching his heart on a regular basis, it had begun to warn him before he did something wrong! It had actually brought thoughts of impending acts or words he intended to say…or expressions he intended to make negatively, before they had happened…so that when they were actually happening, he experienced some kind of déjà vu …it had then become easy for him to prevent himself from doing those things…his wife had redefined it as premonition…so now he knew that the conscience could forewarn him just as easily as it could berate him!

He dropped his briefcase in the bedroom and went out to join his wife in prayer…he had an idea what she was praying for…he wanted to be a part of it…

Two shall put ten thousand to flight!

It was a familiar scripture verse that came to mind…except that it seemed to be more than a thought…like as though his mind actually uttered it…it certainly felt like a voice speaking within him…the thought kind of boosted his desire and willingness to participate in his wife’s intercession…he exploded into tongues…

 

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