Teens and the Age of Rebellion!

 

 

Teens and The age of Rebellion!

They’ve reached the age where they want to experiment with anything and everything. It’s their ‘Research Years’ where they try out things FOR THEMSELVES and decide FOR THEMSELVES what works for them or not.

It is also the age where they are influenced the most by their peers.

Childhood was the age of impressionism, but teenage are the years of influence…who or whatever holds the greatest influence over their lives, or can captivate them the most will win their hearts.

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The Origin of Dunamis! (From the Chronicles of Dunamis)

It had been nearly three years since Dele rescued his friend Olu from being critically injured in his eye by a couple of bullies. Ever since then, there had been no incident that called for the use of extraordinary strength or speed.

In fact, Dele had quite forgotten about the incident in which the Holy Spirit had used his muscles and reflexes to save Olu from an injury that could have blinded him in the eye.

As he lay awake in the middle of the night, he pondered upon the dream he had just had. It brought back memories of how he had saved Olu three years ago…or rather, how the Holy Spirit had used him to save Olu.

The dream confused him because he had woken up panting from a dream where he had actually been running across rooftops. He had read a few comics about self styled super heroes but he had found them to be childish. He was not given to reading and they certainly didn’t have a TV in their little home.

There had been a few times when his mother had permitted him to go with Olu to watch TV across the road at a friendly neighbour’s house. It was there that he had seen Spider Man and the X-Men. The other kids seemed thrilled by them, but perhaps since he hadn’t been trained in the tradition of watching movies, they seemed like ridiculous things.

Or how else could you explain someone in a mask jumping from roof top to roof top with some kind of web; it just didn’t make sense to him!

This was why he was confused about his dream. He hadn’t even watched any movie for several months now; so why would a movie about him jumping from rooftop to rooftop suddenly play out in his drneams?

What made it even worse was how he had woken up panting,  as though he had actually been running and jumping like he had been in the dream. It was a totally new phenomenon to him.

He sat up in bed and removed his vest that was already soaked in sweat and looked at his sleeping mother. She had draped her arm around him protectively but he had managed to wiggle out of her embrace without waking her up.

He thought about the real heroes of the bible…he couldn’t recall any of them jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

He did remember Jacob who wrestled till daybreak and actually wrestled him to a standstill!

Then there was Joshua who made the sun stand still. Those rwere the superheroes he had grown up with and these others just couldn’t hold a candle to any of them.

He had calmed down enough to try to recall his dream in full. He remembered how it had begun. In the dream, he had been walking along a dusty narrow path and there had been a signboard to the right that said THE WAY THAT LEADS TO LIFE.

He had deliberately chosen it because he saw how few people were walking along it and how many people were walking on a very broad road on the other side,  jeering and scorning him and the others on the narrow way.

Then things had happened rather fast after that. He had seen Olu among the teeming multitudes walking along the broad way and had tried calling out to him.

Suddenly he had seen a vision of the end of the broad way…it led straight down into a bottomless pit brimming with fire. The vision had flashed before him in one moment and then he had realized the urgency of saving his friend Olu yet again.

He had tried to cross over to the Broad Way but there was a great wide gulf that separated both roads. Then he had noticed a giant with drawn sword suddenly emerging from the clouds as though he was walking down some invisible stair way.

He had beckoned to him to come.

“Do you really wish to save your friend?” asked the giant, bending down low so Dele could see his face. It was shining bright as though it was actually made of light. His eyes were like fire that burned and sparkled all at once!

“Yes, I would very much like to save him if I can, but there is a great gulf that prevents me from reaching him”, replied Dele.

“I could give you wings that would fly you across the great gulf. Would you like that?” asked the giant.

“Yes, very much”, replied Dele earnestly.

“Then you must pay the price for your wings”, continued the giant.

“I will do anything to save my best friend! Please help me!” cried Dele.

“Then you must become the super hero you so hate to be. You must give up your life to be a Saver of other lives,” said the giant as he lifted Dele up easily in one hand.

He blew into his face and Dele was suddenly airborne. He found himself running in the air across the great gulf…he found himself on the Broad Way and continued running across the rooftops of the many houses, across cities, ever looking out for his best friend.

” Go Dunamis go and save your friend!” Dele heard the giant cry after him.

His mother’s gentle tap on his shoulder brought him out of his strange reverie. Had he fallen asleep again to dream the same dream, or had he daydreamed the identical dream he had just woken up from?

“Why are you wide awake Dele? What is wrong? Are you ill?” his mother sat up alarmed.

Dele turned to face her with a slight smile of reassurance.

“I’m fine mum, I had a very strange dream and when I woke up, I think I went into a daydream  and saw the very things I dreamed about.”

“Tell me about it” said his mum.

When Dele had finished narrating his dream, he turned questioningly towards his mother.

“Why did the giant call me Dunamis and what does Dunamis mean mum?” asked Dele.

“It is a Greek word that means POWER” replied his mother, holding her son’s face between her hands gently.

“It was no ordinary dream my son. It was your Calling.”

“Calling? Where or for what?”

“Do you remember the story of Samuel? How when he was a little boy like you  he heard someone calling him?”

“Yes I remember the story mum”

“God was calling him then. It was his Calling to be a priest. This dream that you have had is your  Calling to be something that God has described by the name given to you by the angel whom you saw as a giant. You have been named Dunamis son, because with power you will save and rescue people from the Broad Way.”

“But does that mean I will be a superhero, jumping from rooftop to rooftop?”

“Not necessarily son, in fact I don’t think so. But I do know that you will do great things for the Lord Dunamis” smiled his mother.

“So now you are calling me Dunamis too mum?” said Dele thoughtfully.

“It is the name your heavenly father has given you my dear. To me you are still Dele, but to God you have become Dunamis!”

Days after the dream, Dele was doing his homework with his friend Olu when there was a knock on the door. The door opened violently and a little boy ran inside breathlessly throwing himself on the floor.

“My sister is shaking and my mother is not around. Please help me!”

“Take us to her,” replied Dele immediately. His own mother was not around either.

They ran along with the boy to the house somewhere within a forest not too far off.

Without hesistation, Dele carried the little two year old girl in his arms. Her eyes had turned upwards so that only the whites were showing.  Dele started praying like his mother had taught him in tongues.

The village hospital was quite a distance away.

“Lord I need the speed of Elijah to get this girl to the hospital!”

As he sped through the dusty path leading out of the village,  he could feel Olu struggling to keep up with him.

Then suddenly Olu was no longer by his side…or at least he couldn’t sense him nearby. The bushes on either side flew past him like a blur. He knew he was running faster than any boy of his age could ever run…no, even faster than any man alive could ever run…

He had indeed become DUNAMIS! Somewhere deep within, he could hear a voice urging him on….

“Go DUNAMIS,! Save the girl!”

 

 

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…

 

I am Dominion! Chapters 4 – 6

Chapter 4

Ever since he had had the dream, Dominion’s life style had changed drastically…he had felt a strong compulsion to spend longer times in prayer…sometimes, he would feel so much under pressure to pray, that he couldn’t do anything else till he had prayed.

“Intercessors call it a burden,” explained his mother one night after he had been praying for almost two straight hours.

“So what have you been praying for?” she asked, settling down on her son’s bed.

“Out of my belly shall flow rivers of living water,” said Dominion, sitting up excitedly.

“Mother you remember that scripture we read together last night in Matt 15:19?”

For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, blasphemies:  These are the things which defile a man: but to eat with unwashen hands defileth not a man…

“Yes I remember, what about it?” asked his mother curiously.

The heart is not the same thing as the belly!

John 7:38 He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water.

“How I wish I could have these Knowings as you call them,” chuckled his mother in amazement as she suddenly gained insight into what Dominion was saying.

“Man’s heart produces and releases its own products…dreams…desires…plans…but Man’s belly will always release only God’s own products…dreams…desires and plans”

“You got that right mother,” smiled Dominion, hugging his mother closely.

“Man’s belly is where his spirit is located and which is indwelt by the Holy Spirit Himself. It is He who releases the rivers of living water…we have a choice as to what we allow to proceed from within. True, out of the heart proceed the issues of life…but now out of the belly proceed rivers of living water!”

“That is the reason why you keep having the burden to pray in the spirit my son!” exclaimed his mother as she caught on fully to what her son was saying.

The issues of life must give way to the rivers of life…as the raw materials of earthly life must be stopped in favour of the raw materials of the spirit life!

Then mother and son joined hands and began to pray in the spirit in other tongues…they had been given a Knowing into things of the Spirit…now Dominion knew that he had to release divine resources for the battle ahead…he was confident that the Spirit was praying along with them…or how else could rivers of living water be released?

Rom 8:26 Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.

In his mind’s eye he envisioned the dream again…the gigantic pool was a birthing place for unseen things that would soon be released on the earth like a flood…and the man he had seen in the dream was the instrumentality by which they would be released upon mankind!

 

Pastor Emmanuel had lots of problems…they had regretfully been told that they could no longer hold Services in the banquet hall of the hotel, and had therefore been moved into a smaller hall, due to constraints in funds. The bills had only been partially paid.

Furthermore, the few wealthy members of his church had been discreetly leaving for fear of being tracked to church by EFCC. They had gone incommunicado…even their phones were all switched off…

Pastor Emmanuel had made half-hearted attempts at visiting them one by one a couple of times, but the situation had always been the same…no one was at home…the doors were locked and the window blinds were pulled down…it was as though they had all planned to leave town at the same time.

Even Deacon Osho seemed to have developed cold feet at the last moment…fear must have gripped him afresh and turned his repentance around again…the news had been recording the systematic arrest of several prominent politicians and business men for various reasons mostly bordering on corruption.

Mrs. Emmanuel came in looking tired…

“Shouldn’t we call it a day Pastor?” she asked, looking at the wall clock. It was nearly 9pm.

“You are right my dear, I will pack up now.”

They lived in the flat above the one they used as a church office. They had been childless for nearly six years and after seven years as a pastor with only a flock of less than 100 members, Pastor Emmanuel was beginning to wonder if he had heard God right in the first place.

“You were thinking about our lives?” asked his wife abruptly, watching him from the door way.

Pastor Emmanuel hesitated, not really sure of what to say.

“I was thinking about the problems of the church” he replied cautiously.

“God will do it, He will turn everything around for good.”

“Amen,” he responded without much conviction, as he packed up his laptop.

He was beginning to get very fed up with these convenient little clichés…’it is well’…’God will do it’…and the likes…he secretly referred to them as cop out phrases, whenever there was nothing anyone could do about the situation.

He didn’t for one moment think God was powerless…yet sometimes he felt God had left man to his own devices…maybe the dispensation of grace was ending much sooner than people thought…miracles were none existent now, as was real spiritual food…all that was left now was motivational speaking and seminars in church…the things the apostles truly taught both as the milk and meat of the Word had long disappeared from the Church…a scripture floated into his mind…

2Tim 4:3 For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;

Usually he remembered scriptures, but was unable many times to remember book, chapter and verse…it was one of his many failings as a pastor…at other times he was at best only able to paraphrase a scripture he remembered…but this one came to him in its entirety…he began to feel uneasy and guilty…because he knew the scripture applied to him in particular…

It was the same thing your late older brother was doing…preaching things that were inconsequential to the salvation of the soul…

The thought floated into his mind the same way as the complete scripture did…now he knew that the Holy Spirit was trying to get his attention…

“Darling, you go on upstairs and I will join you later, I really have to pray about something urgently.”

His wife looked up with concern…she had been busy rearranging his table.

“Urgent? Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked anxiously.

“No nothing like that. The Holy Spirit just brought something to my attention now and I need to pray about it,” he replied.

What he liked about his wife was that she was not only dutiful, but also very obedient and patient…she never gave him any trouble…she wasn’t a pretty woman by any standards…but she had a beautiful spirit…she gave him peace in the home.

Lord what are you trying to tell me? prayed the pastor…

Tit 2:1 But speak thou the things which become sound doctrine:

Pastor Emmanuel knew very well how thoughts operated…at least his own…he generally decided what to think…there were times when thoughts floated unbidden into his mind…but when they came as a direct result of what he was praying…especially with scriptural answers, with book, chapter and verse…he knew something unusual was going on…

He knew quite alright what the Lord was saying to him…he had to stop preaching his own messages and begin teaching the scriptures!

1Cor 2:13 Which things also we speak, not in the words which man’s wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual.

I will do it lord…forgive me…I will return to the ancient landmarks…he prayed.

Isaiah 58:12 And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.

 I didn’t understand that one lord…

Find your sister in law…repair the breach between you…find her…and find your nephew…find Dominion!

 

Chapter 5

Prophet Faleke slowly regained consciousness in his body, still lying on the ground beside the gigantic Drum. He sat up, painfully aware of an excruciating headache…a by-product of using unlawful means of leaving the body in his spirit form. Yet he remembered every detail of his experience.

He had been unable to identify any of them, for they were all faceless…their leader however spoke his local dialect perfectly.

Henceforth we will do the summoning, not you! They all jeered at him derisively, prodding him in various parts of his ‘body’.

The Sacred Drum is meant to be our portal…our gateway into your world…you tried to summon us before our time, but never again should it happen!

Prophet Faleke had nodded, trembling violently at the quality of the voice of the speaker…it was abrasive and metallic…like a piece of iron scraping against a metal gate.

As the speaker continued to talk, his tongue elongated gradually out of his mouth in snake like fashion…till it caressed the Prophet’s cheek…then it pulled back and lashed him on the other cheek.

Faleke put up his hand involuntarily to feel the still burning cheek…there was a scar there, even on his physical body.

Your mission is to prepare bodies for us to inhabit…you will prepare 5 of your cult members…they will form the vanguard for our coming.

They must be wealthy and influential people of society…you have a month!

Yes my lord, Faleke replied, not daring to look up.

We will come for you the day after tomorrow…prepare yourself as usual! You are the first of them all!

The whirlwind picked him up again and propelled him upward for an eternity of time…when he resurfaced at the top of the Sacred Drum he lost consciousness of the spirit realm, till he awoke in his physical body.

This was not what he had been expecting…for almost 3 years he had exercised almost unlimited power in the spirit world…spirits were at his beck and call and did his bidding night and day…now reality was dawning on him…he was merely a plaything in their hands…they had been toying with him all along…they were the ones who had the power…not him.

It was now time for him to pay back…he who had summoned demons to do his dirty work had now been summoned to do their dirty work…they were going to possess him and there was nothing he could do about it!

 

Dominion’s mother – Mrs. Emmanuel Snr, was the principal of a large secondary school belonging to some top politician whose wife was the proprietor. On the side, she ran a very successful Coaching Institute and was on the verge of converting it into a full blown secondary school…that had been shortly before the demise of her husband…now the Coaching Institute had two other branches and she was no longer inclined to set up a school.

Her late husband had been the senior pastor of Light of Life Church while his junior brother had been associate pastor. At its peak, the Church had had well over 600 members, till the unfortunate circumstances surrounding the death of their founding pastor had split the Church violently and most members had gone their separate ways.

There had been a sharp disagreement between the brothers about doctrine… Pastor Emmanuel Snr favoured prosperity teachings because he felt it addressed the needs of the less privileged members of the Church, whereas Pastor Emmanuel Jnr, felt that the emphasis of Christianity was to be on preparing a people for the return of the Lord and consequently focus on the purity of the heart…

He felt that preaching prosperity so that people would take dominion over their circumstances and situations financially among other things was a distraction from the true gospel message and that if only people would seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, all the other things they needed would be added unto them.

This eventually led to a quarrel that caused Pastor Emmanuel Snr to ask his younger brother to quit the Church, for the younger brother’s extreme messages about holiness were already causing several members of the church to leave.

On the day when he preached his final message in Church, Emmanuel Jnr had made an unexpected announcement publicly and till this day he was still full of remorse…for he knew the announcement had been from his flesh…out of bitterness…not from God.

As he had rounded up his message on that day, his older brother had come to hug him in a show of affection, for they had not told the Church the truth about why he was leaving…that eventually leaked out later…

“The Lord said I should tell you that if you do not repent, you will die!” Pastor Emmanuel Jnr had said unexpectedly, and had left the podium in tears, rejecting his brother’s embrace.

The Service had ended in confusion as senior Church members sought out pastor Emmanuel Jnr to try to find out the truth behind his leaving…but he refused to talk.

A week later, Pastor Emmanuel Snr died in a car accident which many believed was as a result of his younger brother’s pronouncement…some believed the pronouncement to have been a prophecy from God and others believed it to have been a curse…no one ever found out the truth.

Mrs. Emmanuel Snr had been totally shattered by the news of her husband’s death and for years had remained bitter against her brother in law…she had been of the opinion that even if God had sent him to deliver such a message…certainly not publicly!

Full of remorse, Pastor Emmanuel Jnr had tried to reach out to her for forgiveness but was turned away repeatedly…Mrs. Emmanuel Snr had then eventually relocated to a different part of the city and kept her whereabouts unknown to her husband’s extended family, changing her phone line and other means by which she could be contacted…she had wanted a clean break from her husband’s family and to start her life again.

Light of Life Church eventually closed down and Pastor Emmanuel Jnr went back to his Law Practice to start life over again…his wife stood by him trying all possible means to reach out to her sister in law but all was in vain…for Mrs. Emmanuel Snr firmly believed that it was out of the bitterness of his heart that her brother in law had cursed her husband.

Emmanuel Jnr became a broken man…a shadow of his former self…he himself was unable to explain why he had done what he had done…but he knew for certain that it had not been God who had sent him…he had believed himself to have committed the Unpardonable Sin through cursing his brother to death that he had also contemplated and indeed attempted suicide, but had been prevented by his wife who stuck to him like a shadow in those trying times…

Finally, out of desperation he and his wife had gone on a 21 day fast to seek the face of the Lord…it was there that he finally believed he had been forgiven and found his peace with God…and received another commission to start another Church…almost three years after his brother’s demise.

He had been unable to trace his sister in law to try again to make restitution…but then his attempts to find her had only been half hearted…for he was afraid of confronting her again…of the pain he might cause to her…of her hatred of him…

Mrs. Emmanuel Snr smiled sadly as she relived the tragic memories as she was wont to do occasionally in her free time…she watched the children playing out on the field through her window as her eyes misted over…next week would be the 4th anniversary of her husband’s death…but though the pain had somewhat receded…she still felt the loss deeply…keenly…yet the Lord had comforted her…had even appealed to her to forgive and forget…and who was she to disregard the voice of the Lord?

That period of time had been when the Lord had shown himself mighty on her behalf…it was He who had found a place for her Coaching Institution and gave it to her for free…someone whom she was not even close to had called her one day and told her that the lord had directed her to give her a building to start a Coaching Institute…and that had been how she had started!

It was He who had caused the good will of many of her students’ parents to be directed towards her and so her students became her first clients in great numbers even from the first day!

Finally, it had been He who had spoken to her one morning as she prepared for school and had told her many things…she had known it couldn’t have been her thoughts…for her thoughts had always gone in a different direction…

Release him…for My sake…for he will perish without your forgiveness…see how I have encouraged and comforted you…and I will do yet much more…but this one thing I do ask of you…forgive your brother in law and let him go! Give me all your bitterness…and I will give you My joy…for I am He who gives beauty for ashes!

She remembered she had not been able to go to work that morning, for she had broken down in tears for hours…but with the tears had gone all the bitterness…and to prove it to herself she had tried to call her brother in law to let him know that all was forgiven…but his phone was perpetually switched off…as well as his wife’s…she knew that it was an indication they had both changed their phone lines as she also had done.

From that time forward her walk with God had assumed incredible dimensions…she had learnt to be guided by him in her conscience…the voice of her spirit…then as she had continually loaded her mind with the Word, she had begun to become so sensitive to His leading through his Word…

She chuckled as she remembered one time that she had inadvertently almost replied one of her teachers using King James English! He had asked her if he could swap with another teacher to allow him to travel to for his mother’s 70th birthday anniversary and she had almost said

“Thou art permitted”, but the ‘thou’ had already escaped her lips before she realized it…she and the teacher had had several laughs over that one!

That was the extent to which she had allowed the Word to penetrate and saturate her mind and life…she simply couldn’t imagine a life without the Word! She usually spent at least an hour each night before her prayers studying the Word, and at weekends she simply glutted herself for hours on it…she just couldn’t get enough…she had several note books full of her notes and revelations given to her by the Lord…the Word was food on its own, she had discovered…

Once she had driven to their old neighbourhood where she had once lived not too far away from her brother in law…but she saw that a different family now lived where her brother in law had once lived…but she was hopeful that one day their paths would cross again…

The bell went and recess was over…she turned her attention to the knock on her door and sighed…it was time to meet the parents of the girl who had been suspended for stealing a teacher’s phone…

 

Chapter 6

Kemi Longe came from a modest home with strict moral upbringing…but her parents were nominal Christians. Her father was a lawyer and her mother ran a beauty salon.

She was incredibly beautiful as Dominion was incredibly handsome…that had been what had brought them together years back before Dominion had been grounded in the Christian Faith.

She was not an introvert, though she wasn’t much of an extrovert either…just somewhere in between, she liked to think. On the other hand, her boyfriend Dominion was a real introvert…she knew it and she loved it…to her it meant that he would be a stay-at-home husband…which was good, because he wouldn’t be out there where he could easily be seduced by loose wayward girls.

She had watched him secretly and had noticed few girls tried every now and then to give him the ‘green light’ but he had ignored them totally…he simply didn’t appear to be interested in girls and she was pleased with it!

She was however bothered by his recent attitude and withdrawal…he didn’t like to talk much anymore…not that he talked much at all, but at least he used to show some excitement when they were together…his answers to her questions were kind of…livelier than they were now.

Two years ago they kissed frequently and petted each other…on a couple of occasions they almost went further but she had prevented it because of the strict moral upbringing she had had…the moral strength to prevent it had arisen in her back then…but now, Dominion didn’t even seem to want to kiss her anymore…he did so with seeming reluctance and she was really getting worried about it…so she had asked him to take her out to lunch…she was determined to find out what exactly was happening to their 3 year old relationship.

She waited for a few more minutes before leaving her hostel…Dominion’s home was not far from the University, so he preferred to come from home, for it was not more than a five-minute walk…it was the reason he lived off campus with his mother on University Road as their street was called.

Kemi deliberately wanted to keep him waiting…at least she hoped he would be waiting for her…because if he wasn’t, it would be an indication that he had lost interest in the relationship.

As she neared their favourite cafeteria…favourite because it was rarely visited because of its distance from any class rooms, she spied a solitary figure sitting inside and fiddling with a phone…her mind eased off a little bit, for she knew it was Dominion.

 

Dominion just didn’t have the heart to tell her…yet…he had tried speaking to the Holy Spirit about it but had received nothing…not even a teeny weeny Knowing! He was reluctant to take that as a no…but deep down in his heart he knew it was going to be a no…yet he felt so emotionally attached to Kemi…

He watched her stroll down the grassy path that led to the cafeteria and wondered what he would say to her, for he was not much of a talker.

She would definitely ask him questions about their relationship…about the day she wanted him to kiss her for instance and he had done so very reluctantly and briefly…she had been hurt…he had seen it in her eyes…but the sweet thing about Kemi was that she never sulked…she was so mature.

“Is everything OK?” Kemi asked, trying to break the ice slowly and in as friendly a way as possible.

“Yeah”, replied Dominion, still unable to look straight into her eyes…he was fidgety…a symptom of his nervousness…he didn’t want to break off the relationship just yet…and the Holy Spirit wasn’t talking…God it was so frustrating! At least he should say something!

“So what would you like to eat?” he asked at length with a shaky smile. He finally brought himself to look at her and saw she was hurting…she smiled in return, trying quickly to blink away tears that had already begun forming in the corner of her eyes…but she guessed he had already seen them.

“Anything you are eating,” she responded.

“Ok then let’s do rice shall we”, he said, standing up and rubbing his hands, trying to sound cheery. He walked over to her and gave her a peck on the cheek, then went to place their orders. One or two other students had started arriving at the cafeteria.

As he placed his order he tried to think of a thread of conversation to start with her…or maybe he should just wait and let her initiate the discussion…after all she asked him to take her out to lunch.

“You have been very withdrawn these days Dominion,” she began, a faint trace of a sad smile played along the corners of her lips…she wanted to be careful not to do or say anything that would put him off.

“I know darling, and I am so sorry,” Dominion said suddenly…he was even surprised at himself.

“So what has been happening to you?” Kemi said, pleasantly startled by his reply. She had thought something had happened that would lead to the collapse of their relationship but apparently it had nothing to do with her!

“Well the truth is…”

The truth is she is not born again Dominion…you cannot be unequally yoked with an unbeliever!

There…so that was it!

“Well…what is the truth?” asked Kemi, poised eagerly on the edge of her seat.

“You have to be born again,” said Dominion lamely…

Kemi stared at him incredulously and then burst into laughter…

“That’s it?” she finally asked.

“Yes that’s it,” answered Dominion shyly.

“I cannot date someone who doesn’t share my beliefs,” he finished.

“Hmmm…and you didn’t think it fit to tell me this for over three years that we’ve been dating?”

“Kemi, honestly I haven’t been very faithful to my faith up until recently, but now…there is a closeness with God I feel that I cannot describe and I don’t want to lose it for anything in the world,” Dominion loosened up considerably as he held his girlfriend’s hands in his.

Kemi stared into his eyes and loved him the more…this incredible young man was one in a million! She didn’t know many who would stand up boldly for what they believed in and if he was this passionate about God then…maybe there was something she was missing out on…maybe her parents didn’t know all there was to know about God after all, in spite of the good morals they had taught her…maybe Dominion could teach her something more…

“I want to get to know the God you worship better, because it looks like he might be different from mine,” she said impulsively, but meant every word.

There! So when I said you can’t marry her, I didn’t complete my statement…you can’t marry her as she is…maybe she will get to meet Jesus after all!

Dominion didn’t care anymore about his shyness…he hugged Kemi and gave her a resounding peck on her cheek that was applauded by the couple that had just entered…the Holy Spirit was simply so awesome! He was so cool! He was amazing! He was accommodating! He was…

Kemi thrust a spoonful of rice into his mouth and ended his mental accolades abruptly.

 

I am Dominion! Chapters 1 – 3 by Anthony Livingstone

Chapter 1

I am Dominion!

“That was what the Parable of the Talents was all about in Matthew 25. If you bury your talent, it will be taken from you. Use your talent for God. For instance, the choir has an audition after Service today and I expect many people to wait behind to participate. God bless you as you do so.”

The lady quietly left her seat at the back of the church and walked out sadly as the Service began to round up. She had just wanted to attend Service in any church for the last time…just once more…perhaps there would have been a different message…a message that gave life…but it was the same everywhere she had gone to…another lady tagged along behind her.

Why Scripture was being so blatantly manipulated these days, she couldn’t understand. She knew that the reference to Talent in that parable was in reference to talents of silver – the units of money used in those days – and she knew also that the pastor knew it was so, yet…

This was the third church she was attending this month…but all the same kind of manipulation! Men were building kingdoms for themselves…

The woman she was conversing with, tapped her on the arm…she had thumbed through her bible while her older sister had been talking.

“The Scriptures say in John 18:36; Jesus answered, My kingdom is not of this world: if my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my kingdom not from hence.”

Her older sister nodded her head sagely. “Yes my sister, there will come an appointed time when prophecy reveals that the Kingdom of our God and of his Christ will come, but men want to usher it in by their own power…by taking ‘dominion’. That is why I will always resent the name my husband gave to my son.”

“Yes sister, my brother in law was too much into the new doctrines the church is preaching now. I remember once when I sat him down and showed him 2Tim 4:3”

“For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears;” quipped the older sister.

“He got annoyed and walked away from me. He asked what do I know of the scriptures and that I shouldn’t meddle in things I know nothing about…I should leave spiritual things to pastors.”

“He often told me the same things too, may his soul rest in peace.” said the older sister.

“Amen!”

It was a crashing sound but nothing was in sight as the two women began crossing the road…that was when it careened into sight, completely out of control. The older sister saw it first and walked faster thinking her sister was doing the same…but her younger sister was rooted to the spot in shock.

It was the sickening crack of bones being crushed and a body thudding on to the ground that the older sister heard.

 

“So that was how my younger sister died” she finished telling her story to her son.

“So my Dad named me Dominion because of the doctrine of taking dominion over the earth that he was preaching?”

“Yes, but it isn’t a bad name…there are other ways…”

“Mother please stop…I’m not a child anymore.”

“Please don’t change your name my son…for my sake.”

The teenager held his mother’s face in his hands tenderly.

“You know I won’t do anything to make you cry mother…not ever. But I will not stand idly by either and watch souls perish as a result of the doctrines of men.”

“But there is nothing you or anyone can do about it, prophecy has to be fulfilled.”

“Yes mother, but I can also make myself a vessel of honour in the hands of the Lord, a vessel fit for his use…then we will see what he will use me to do.”

“So you will not change your name?”

“No mother, I give you my word. I will not change my name. I am Dominion.”

 

 

Pastor Emmanuel doodled on a piece of paper in his office…he was giving his wife’s advice some serious thought…the tithes had been dwindling for several months now and the bills were mounting up. Soon they would be asked to quit the hall they rented in the hotel for Services if he couldn’t pay the bills that were due by the end of the month, and the church building was far from completion.

His wife had advised two options: to preach the coming Sunday on Tithes, or to make a call for donations towards the completion of the church building and use part of the money to pay the rent they were already owing for the use of the hall.

He was a shy man, not liking the idea of asking people for money…so he opted for preaching a sermon on tithing…except that no fiery message seemed to be forthcoming…oh certainly he had all the right scriptures…but how to tie them together convincingly was the problem.

His heart was cold…he had prayed for a couple of hours but he still felt cold inside. A thought crossed his mind and he picked up his phone. He would call his bosom friend – Pastor Lekan…sometimes pastors needed refreshing too!

The choir was rehearsing and the noise filtered into his small office…they had also rented a small two-bedroom apartment as a church office…a base for the church. Pastor Emmanuel often wondered if he hadn’t bitten off more than he could chew…but the business men and women in his church often assured him that “God would do it!”.

So he had believed them…he had joined his faith with theirs…and now they were failing…the economy was taking its toll on them gradually.

“Hello Man of God…”

A few minutes later, he put down the phone greatly encouraged…he was refreshed…Pastor Lekan had fired him up again!

He began to pore over the bible again, and words and inspiration began to flow into his mind…if people did not bring their tithes and offerings into the house of God, how was God to bless them?

There was still a nagging thought that had been at the back of his mind for a long time now…people still came with testimonies about how God was blessing them in various ways…but nothing in the proportion of what the bible described in Malachi…

MAL 3:10 Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.

How come the part that there shall not be room enough to receive it had not yet seemed to come to pass all these years…no one in his church had ever had such a bountiful supply that he had had no room to contain it…yet they were all paying their tithes faithfully…year after year…wasn’t there something wrong somewhere?

Shouldn’t there have been such a bountiful supply in the church by now? Yet finances were dwindling daily…for how long could he keep preaching the doctrine of tithes and offerings…sooner or later the people would get disillusioned…questions would be raised in their minds…

He had once asked his friend Pastor Lekan about his thoughts on tithes and offerings and how it was producing results in his church…because of this same nagging thought in his mind…but his friend had been so excited…it appeared to be working for him…then he realized that if he too had been asked the same question by any of his pastor friends…he too would have given the same excited answer…in faith of course…

He began to write faster as the points came in greater detail to him. There was a knock on the door and his wife who doubled as his secretary came in.

“One of the deacons is here to see you,” she said.

“Ok, please let him come in.” Pastor Emmanuel had a good idea which of the deacons it might be. One in particular had been asking for an appointment, but the pastor knew what he wanted…he was broke and needed some money. Whenever someone said they wanted to see you, there was usually a financial problem at stake.

Deacon Osho came in smiling, he looked a little emaciated. Pastor Emmanuel stood up for a handshake then ushered him into a chair.

“So what can I do for you sir?” asked the pastor, folding his arms on his large desk.

“Sir, my business has crashed. I am bankrupt. I have been paying my tithe faithfully and so I don’t know why this has happened to me.”

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Emmanuel came in.

“Pastor, there are two other deacons here to see you sir.”

 

Chapter 2

The song sounded nice but that wasn’t what Dominion wanted…it was easy for him to write emotional songs, he was a very emotional person and it always reflected in his songs…but he had long since learnt that God wasn’t moved by the emotional content of a song, nor the emotions songs elicited from the singer.

He strummed his guitar and closed his eyes…he knew he was still filled with some bitterness towards his late father for giving him such a name, based on a doctrine he was trying to push in church…a doctrine he Dominion did not even believe in.

With a sigh he placed the guitar down…he knew that for as long as his heart was still filled with bitterness against his dad, it couldn’t be filled with anything worthy enough to offer to God…and he certainly wasn’t going to offer God the emotional content of a song!

He had once prayed about it before…but he knew it was only half-hearted prayer…he hadn’t really forgiven his dad…because every now and then that he thought about it, his heart filled up with anger…but this time he was determined it would end…he knelt down to pray and ask God to take away his hurt and the bitterness he felt. He finally forgave his father…after all this while, because he knew he would never make headway with God otherwise…he felt lighter…he was finally free.

He was an only child and he had often wondered what it would be like to have a sibling…older or younger it didn’t matter…just someone else to talk to and play with…so he had cultivated the habit of chatting with God, and had found it to be quite helpful even though God didn’t talk back…still it was reassuring to know that he was always there anyway.

He glanced at his wristwatch…9:25…he could see the crescent moon through the curtains in his bedroom window. He didn’t feel tired, so he took out his text books and chose one to study.

It was Maths…he didn’t like it that much but still he supposed he had to study it all the same…he flipped through the pages and then as an afterthought he checked the Table of Contents to look for one of the topics he had been having trouble with recently.

He began to read through the several examples given, his mind not really interested in it…till he lost concentration…this was boring! He stared unseeing at the equations that littered the pages of his textbook…they were like Greek to him.

He had started bringing out some other book to study when something caught his eye…he looked again at the Math text book and saw a symbol he thought he hadn’t understood before…but now its meaning suddenly became clear to him as day!

Others swiftly began to follow…wherever he turned his eyes, the symbols and equations unfolded and revealed themselves to him…the light of understanding seemed to follow the movement of his eyes…the equations were opening up to him gradually…rearranging themselves in patterns he had never seen before!

He paused as it began to dawn on him what was happening…the Holy Spirit was opening up his understanding…teaching him! Feverishly he opened up a note book and began to answer questions that he had previously shied away from.

“Thank you Lord,” he whispered.

A couple of hours later, he flopped down on his bed, exhausted…he had worked his way through three straight chapters and it was the same thing…it was as if his Math problems that seemed to have been hidden in darkness had suddenly come out into the light! Dominion chuckled and chuckled…then burst out laughing…till tears filled his eyes.

There was an urgent knocking on his door and his mother popped in her head…she wore a worried look on her face when she saw her son laughing on the bed. Dominion stopped abruptly.

“I’m okay mother, I just had an awesome experience!” he said, getting up from the bed and beckoning to his mother.

“For two straight hours the Holy Spirit has been teaching me Mathematics, can you believe that!”

His mother looked at him with uncomprehending eyes…

“My maths that I used to hate before, has suddenly become clear to me mother!” continued Dominion, patiently.

“Then I am very happy son, maybe you are beginning to take Dominion after all” she said.

“What do you mean mother,” said Dominion uneasily.

“Nothing, sometimes names have a way of being lived out by their owners…who knows if that will be the case with you.”

“Why are you saying this mother…what are you not telling me?”

Dominion’s mother stroked her son’s hair and looked away…

“If he is opening up your books to you, then He will certainly open up much more. He has done the same with me too.”

Dominion leaned closer to his mother breathlessly…

“And what did he teach you mother?” he whispered.

“That your name was not by chance…that it was never through your father’s choice that you were named Dominion…that it is a name of prophecy and destiny.”

“But why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because you hadn’t forgiven your father…therefore you were still in darkness…you wouldn’t have understood.”

“What else did he tell you mother?”

“Nothing. The rest, He will teach you Himself. Good night my son.”

 

 

He smiled as she walked towards him…she looked tired…

“I need a drink Dominion please?”

“Sure, come on, let’s go to one of the cafeterias,” replied Dominion, as he linked hands with his girlfriend of over two years.

They had been dating since their 200 Level days, and still going strong now that both of them were in their final year. Her name was Kemi and she was the most beautiful creature Dominion had ever set his eyes on.

She was eighteen years old and he was nineteen, getting ready to celebrate his 20th a couple of months down the line.

He had chosen to study Maths in the University because of his track record in the subject and how well he had performed in the JAMB exams. But no sooner had he entered the Institution, his interest in Mathematics had begun to wane…as did his prowess…he had suddenly begun to lose ground and once had had to do a resit exam in his third year.

Kemi was a decent girl and not once had either of them ‘crossed the line’…perhaps due to their mutual upbringing. They had just been intimate friends and companions…but somehow every time the temptation came up, he found he had been able to squash it rather easily…now he understood that the Holy Spirit had been keeping him…preserving him…

Of course you know you can’t marry her!

The Knowing came up in his heart rather unexpectedly…he had had a series of these kinds of ‘Knowings’ ever since his Mathematics teaching experience with the Holy Spirit.

On one instance he had Known not to enter a bus even as he entered it and came down again, much to the annoyance of the bus conductor…but later, the bus he finally entered passed the unfortunate bus on the road…it had broken down and its numerous passengers were stranded, looking for a bus in the impossible ‘rush hour’.

Since then he had known enough not to argue whenever he had a Knowing…like this one…except that he wasn’t very happy with this Knowing…

“Why are you so pensive or subdued today?” asked Kemi, studying her boyfriend’s face, his drink hardly touched.

Dominion smiled brightly at her, trying to shake it off…now wasn’t a good time to think about it…besides he was still going to beg the Holy Spirit…three years of courtship wasn’t a thing to throw away lightly…

“Just had a bad day,” he lied before he realized it and kicked himself thoroughly in his heart…

“Sorry for lying Lord,” he winced painfully in his heart…he truly regretted the lie even though it had been deliberate…because Kemi wasn’t one to be thrown off a scent so easily…she would have pestered him for a reason like a dog refusing to give up a juicy bone, till he had told her the truth…and he wasn’t about to do that…not when he hadn’t discussed it with the Holy Spirit…

He sipped his Pepsi, searching for some thread of conversation he could begin, but he was too rattled by the Knowing he had just had.

“You are obviously not in a talking mood today. So tell me what happened to make you have a bad day,” said Kemi, putting down her half empty bottle.

 

It had taken Pastor Emmanuel precisely thirty minutes to get to the bottom of the problem. Apparently all three deacons had met before hand to agree to see the pastor at the same time…there was safety in numbers they had reasoned together.

All of them were government contractors, but with the approach of the new government to dealing with corruption, they had found themselves out of the loop. In fact, they had come for prayers that the EFCC would ‘overlook’ them and pick on some other hapless people.

Pastor Emmanuel was truly a God fearing man, and had told them without mincing words that if they had been dishonest with government money; their sins would find them out.

“So what exactly do you mean when you say your businesses have collapsed?” he asked as he leaned back into his chair after sharing God’s Word on honesty and integrity.

“Pastor, I have sinned greatly,” began Deacon Osho, anxious to tell the whole truth in hopes that God would not only forgive him, but also deliver him from his troubles.

“It is true that I was awarded contracts with huge sums of money, but the contracts were inflated and much of the money was not used to execute the projects. I diverted it into some other business ventures sir, and now I have been having sleepless nights in fear. I keep having this dream about EFCC coming to arrest me.”

“Hmmm…the fear of the Lord is the beginning of all wisdom,” began the pastor, seeing that the other deacons were not yet willing to talk.

“God will forgive you if indeed you are repentant, but repentance is not enough, you must also make restitution.”

“You mean as in giving back what I have taken?” asked the Deacon.

“Yes just like the tax collector I spoke of did!” emphasized the pastor.

“That would mean immediate arrest pastor,” said Deacon Onyemachi, chuckling…he was not impressed with Deacon Osho’s show of honesty and obvious naivety.

“Not necessarily,” replied Pastor Emmanuel.

“What is important is that you are honest before God and you throw yourself on his mercy. If He does not want you arrested, He will keep you safe Deacon, but your honesty matters a lot to him. Do not underestimate the power of God. I perceive that you are not yet truly repentant Deacon Onyemachi.”

“If God can get me out of this trouble, it will be the last time I will ever do anything corrupt,” said Deacon Osho.

“I will return all the monies I have enriched myself with, and I will redo the contracts as best as I can, then I will throw myself on God’s mercy and see what he will do with me. At least my heart will be at peace,” finished the Deacon.

“That’s the way to go Deacon Osho!” applauded the pastor.

Deacon Ayorinde stared stonily at no one in particular…he was bored with the ongoing religious nonsense…quite frankly he had only agreed to come because he was in cohorts with the other two, and there was no way they were going to confess without bringing in his name into the picture.

He had already decided what to do in his mind…before he was implicated in anything he would have to get rid of the other two.

“Do you have anything to say, Deacon Ayorinde?” asked Pastor Emmanuel.

“Of course sir, but my colleagues in particular Deacon Osho has said it all. I agree that repentance and restitution is the way to go…I was merely giving my life some sober reflection pastor,” smiled Deacon Ayorinde.

“I am so glad to hear that. I strongly believe God will take firm control. I want us to begin a time of fasting and prayer when we will come together to seek the Lord for his divine intervention. Perhaps the Lord will visit us and give us clear guidance as to how to go about making restitution.”

Deacon Ayorinde sighed inwardly…these morons! He thought to himself…

 

Chapter 3

It was a small room in a modest house in a peaceful neighbourhood…but no one could have guessed that it belonged to one of the most powerful people in the country…for such people didn’t flaunt their power carelessly…nor were they interested in others knowing just how rich or powerful they were…it was how they kept their anonymity.

The house was a dedicated chapel of sorts…black curtains draped the windows of the temple of self-styled spiritual leader Prophet Faleke; spiritual adviser to the Governors of four States in the country.

Each of the four rooms was designed like a shrine dedicated to various deities. Deacon Ayorinde waited in the small outer office where a dwarf watched him suspiciously from behind a table that hid all but his face…another dwarf lady dressed in a single black wrapper stood by a door beside a single giant black candle into which she occasionally threw some ground herbs that caused a stench in the room.

A dwarf came out of a door leading to the rooms, with a single black wrapper in his hands and handed it over to Deacon Ayorinde. They all stared stonily at him as he turned his back on them and began to undress.

Minutes later he was ushered into the presence of the Prophet – a thin, gaunt man with a bald head and a long bushy beard. He was dressed in a black robe decorated with cowrie shells and a sash around his waist.

“You are late; the others were here almost an hour ago!” said the Prophet a little impatiently.

“Yes sir, I had a little emergency with my daughter she- “

“She fell down the stairs and broke an ankle, that is because the gods are angry with you Ayorinde!”

Deacon Ayorinde fell on his knees in stark fear, then assumed a prone, prostrate position on the ground.

E jo sa!” he begged, grovelling on the ground before the Prophet who seemed to know everything about anyone without asking any questions.

“It isn’t me you should be begging; you should beg the gods. What possessed you to follow your ignorant colleagues to your pastor for prayers…you think I wouldn’t know?”

Deacon Ayorinde was dumbfounded…how did he even know? He was speechless…he hadn’t realized just how powerful the man in whose presence he grovelled was…he had heard stories of how he had once blinded a man by speaking mere words, and how he had been responsible for the mysterious murder of a previous governor who had ‘grown wings’…

“I’m sorry sir, please!” said Deacon Ayorinde as he began to babble in fear of the retribution that was coming to him.

“You are only lucky that the gods still have a use for you Ayorinde,” said the Prophet, smiling evilly as he paced around the trembling figure lying prone on the ground.

They were in a room where a gigantic round Drum had been mounted on a dais…the drum was made of skins…

“It is made of hundreds of layers of dried human skins, among other things” said the Prophet pointing to the drum when he had permitted Deacon Ayorinde to get up on his feet again.

“It is the most powerful Drum on earth, for it makes no human or earthly sound…yet it summons forces you cannot even begin to comprehend” he continued, finally seating himself on the only stool in the room.

“So what sacrifice have you come to pledge?”

“My lord, I have come to pledge my last born son Yemi, in hopes that the deities will protect me from being exposed by the government,” said the Deacon as he grovelled again at the feet of the Prophet.

“If you do as you say and bring his blood and hair as is our custom, you shall remain under the protection of the gods for another full year, like the others,” said the Prophet.

“I will bring the materials this very evening my lord, without fail.”

“Then all that remains is the sacrifice to propitiate the deities for the embarrassment you have caused them by seeking the help of your pastor…you will pay 5 million Ayorinde.”

“Yes my lord, all shall be done today.”

 

Deacon Ayorinde left, a happy man…he knew he had gotten off lightly, unlike the unfortunate senator who had refused to comply with his annual sacrifices, because it had been the turn of his last born child…he had eventually run mad.

Ayorinde knew the ways around these things…that was why he kept several concubines who had given him children…it protected his nuclear family…his first born son had been from a concubine as was his last born son Yemi who unfortunately was now to be sacrificed to maintain his incredible wealth and position.

The Prophet had given no law that stated that the first and last born children had to be from the nuclear family, neither was there any law that stated that his wife had to be used rather than a concubine…he chuckled softly…he was free to live as he liked for another year…nothing could happen to him…he was under the protection of the deities…this was what he believed in…his church attendance was merely to keep up appearances with his nuclear family…to maintain social and business connections that he might not otherwise have access to outside the church.

His driver jumped out smartly out of the car to open the door for him…he should celebrate…have one last get together with his last born son Yemi, before his demise…

“To mummy Yemi’s house,” he ordered the driver.

As the driver eased into the congested highway, he wondered about the other two deacons whose money was tied to government contracts…he on the other hand merely used it as a front to cover up where his money really came from…after all, he had to have some physical and visible source of income…or how could he possibly explain that his wealth came from the spirit world?

So when he and the others had been denied contracts by the new government, he had known that he would have to play along with them…but now that Deacon Osho was running his mouth about going to spill the beans…he had to protect himself…so even though he was under the protection of the deities, he would certainly not leave anything to chance…Deacon Osho would have to go…but he would keep watching Deacon Onyemachi for now…he hadn’t appeared too willing to tow Deacon Osho’s path, at the meeting they had had with the pastor.

 

 

Prophet Faleke concluded the Ritual of the Drum along with his accolades the dwarfs…carefully he moved slowly around the Drum, beating it once in specific places…not a sound was heard…he beat the Drum four times…his accolades lay flat on their faces around the Drum. The Prophet returned to the small stool in the corner of the room and waited patiently…he whom he had summoned would come…

He seldom knew which deity would appear…sometimes he didn’t even recognize the deity that appeared…it seemed they liked to keep their identities anonymous for some strange reason.

The Ritual of the Drum had been handed down to his father and his father before him for several generations…no one knew the actual facts, but legend had it that the Drum had at one time been used to summon the children of the gods that once walked the earth in its early days…

He believed the story because of a similar story he had read in the bible about angels coming down from heaven to take wives of the daughters of men, and producing children who were giants on the earth in those days…

Of course the bible had said they had all perished in the Flood…but he knew better…Oranmiyan…Sango…Obatala…and all the rest of them still existed…they still came when they were summoned…for they did not have mortal souls like Mankind…they were the seed of fallen angels…they were the Rulers of the Darkness of this world, howbeit no longer inhabiting the physical bodies they once had.

He sent his accolades out of the room and stood in front of the Drum, watching its smooth skin…knowing that his Visitor would soon manifest himself…

He felt a thrill as the smooth skin of the Drum began to ripple as though it was suddenly melting into liquid…this was the usual way the Beings from the Other Side came through…he stared at it anxiously, hoping that it would not be one of the fierce ones…

There did not seem to be any figure forming in the now turbulent rippling of the surface of the Drum, instead…a whirlwind seemed to be forming from the depth of the Drum…way down at the bottom…it rose at tremendous speed…Prophet Faleke felt himself falling…the whirlwind appeared to be sucking him in…he felt himself losing balance and screamed as he fell inside…

 

Dominion woke up with a start, not quite sure what had woken him up…he was a light sleeper by any standards. He looked around his dark room listening for sounds, but heard nothing.

He lay back thinking about the dream that he had just experienced…he had never felt so conscious within a dream before…he could still feel the tingle of the cold water that had splashed on him as someone he had never seen before, fell from somewhere pretty high into a gigantic pool…screaming…

There had been a lot of fiendish laughter all around him from unseen people…or beings…laughter that sounded more like wailing and wheezing and short intermittent screams…

He hadn’t been afraid for some reason…but he had been curious enough to look more closely at the figure now floundering in the gigantic pool…he would remember that face for a long time…

Tall figures had begun to emerge from the corners of the pool as though unseen stair cases were all around…till he had seen that they were actually hovering and rising in the air…they had no faces…only the form and figure of men…they were rather very thin and too tall to be human…

That was when he had another Knowing…

They are demons…fallen angels!

That was also when he had woken up suddenly…

He felt an urge to pick up his bible and just flip through…he began reading on the page he first opened…

Gen 6:4 There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.

It started coming together…just like his Maths equations had begun to form patterns…the sons of God were the fallen angels…their goal had been to corrupt God’s creation by creating a hybrid race…part angel and part man…

Their goal has still not changed!

He knew that they were planning something big…for some strange reason God had allowed him into their counsels…and the person he had seen falling into the pool was to be their main instrument…he would remember the face…

Just before he woke up he had seen one of the faceless creatures reach out and pull the man out of the pool…then the others had surrounded him…blocking him from his view…