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…


Chapter 5

Ibaje city was the name given to a group of mega estates that sprawled over 150 acres of land. It was designed to be a billionaires’ haven hence the name Ibaje meaning ‘Pampered’.

8 billionaire business moguls presided over it and ensured that nothing was lacking in international standards. No one knew who they were, except the Eight themselves.

It was designed to be a city of sin and pleasure and every form of pleasure was legal in the city. In fact pleasure was the way Ibaje amassed its wealth, for billionaires from all over the world flocked there to obtain what they couldn’t ordinarily get legally. The police that maintained law and order were all in the pockets of the Eight that called themselves the High Lords of Ibaje.

There was a rumour that even the president and some members of his cabinet were occasional visitors in Ibaje. They said he and several other top politicians owned homes there, where they could safely indulge their darker passions.

Of course not everyone who lived in the city were billionaires; the majority were middle and lower class members of society, brought in and vouched for by the city’s aristocracy for some reason as spelt out in their mysterious code of conduct.

But whether middle or lower class; they were permitted to live there because one way or the other they served the interests and passions of Ibaje’s aristocracy.

Kemi Longe’s mysterious benefactor who supposedly had been her late mother’s friend was the one who had gotten her a job at StoryBoard TV through her daughter, after Kemi had been trained for a few years.

Kemi liked to think of her as her godmother. Kemi had once been taken to a house in Ibaje where her godmother had then left her, with instructions to do whatever the elderly man inside wanted her to do and afterwards, everything that she Kemi ever wanted would be at her fingertips.

Kemi was only a young girl of fifteen then, but was ready to grab any opportunity that was offered to her if only to escape from the life of poverty and suffering she had been used to in the village.

The elderly man had done many unspeakable things to her the whole day long, sating his passions on her in many ways. At the end of the day, her godmother had returned for her but not before they had visited the shrine behind the old man’s house and she had sworn an oath that she would never reveal what the old man did to her.

After the oath had been sworn, Kemi discovered she could only remember pleasant things about the old man. Her godmother continued to reinforce the thoughts that had been planted in her mind by the babalawo (native witchdoctor) who had administered the oath along with several concoctions Kemi had had to drink and rub on her body.

But that was not the end of her ordeal, for her godmother also had darker passions which Kemi had to sate regularly much to her distaste. The saving grace was that Kemi was never quite able to remember what she had been doing with her godmother once they finished. It was always there just at the tip of her memory, but she could never remember. She only knew in her heart that they were very wrong things.

Her godmother had sat her down one day and told her that the good things of life did not come free and she always had a choice to return back to the village or continue here.

It was after that chat that her godmother had taken her to a bank and opened an account for her to the tune of half a million naira. That was when Kemi had decided that whatever was being done to her was worth it. Since then, she had gotten along well with her godmother and the old man. One thing she did remember though, was that her godmother’s daughter never liked her from the day she brought her home, but that was okay…because she never saw her again.

Now she worked for her godmother at StoryBoard TV, but nobody knew about their relationship, not even her husband. She had cut a covenant with her godmother and the elderly man; and they had promised her great things. They told her she was being prepared to wield great power such as the world had never seen before.



“The choice is not ours to make, Kemi Longe as well as her husband both have roles to play,” said a broad powerful man sitting on high chair in the centre of the room.

The room was shrouded in darkness and arranged in a semi-circle around the high chair were several sofas upon which people reclined. All wore masks. The room appeared to be underground, for there were no windows. Powerful ACs chilled the room and its occupants.

“And Dejo Falana’s children…what would be their legacy?”

“Better the ones we know and can find, than the ones we do not know” replied the broad and powerful man.

“We must fill the chair of the Eighth before the next full moon, otherwise the circle of power may never be complete again,” said another High Lord.

“We are here to choose someone else to take the Falana seat in this Order. Who can be more legitimate than the direct descendants of Dejo Falana?”

“If we do not find them before the first night of the full moon we are doomed to failure from the start. I say we install the candidate we can find, after all, the choice is ours not the Earth Mothers,” said another High Lord.

A female voice rose above the other voices.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves! Have you forgotten who you are?” she said, rising to her feet.

“Clearly, we cannot bring back Dejo Falana’s children because of a certainty they have gone to seek their grandfather. They will find him and when they do, he will empower them to take revenge on the Eight for the death of his other son – Tunji Falana whom you all bewitched to go and kill his older brother. You think the old recluse does not know that?” The lady sat down and everyone fell quiet for a time.

“I suppose you are right,” the 1st High Lord said, sighing wearily.

“And what of the bastard son of Tunji Falana?” asked another.

“He is a bastard, he is not a true heir” said someone else.

“He is the only one we can get ready in time to complete the circle of power,”

“There is another. As you well know, Dejo Falana did not have any children by his wife before she died. He however had several children outside of marriage. The ones you know are the twin sisters – Funmi and Funke. But there is another one…a man who now goes by the name of Yomi Ajala,” the 1st High Lord said.

“Why were we not told of him before now?”

“Because Dejo made me swear an oath that I would only reveal it to the Council of the Eight when it finally became necessary,” responded the 1st High Lord.

“Then it seems to me that he wanted his choice to be clear in the event of his death. Dejo has chosen Yomi to be his replacement among the Eight.”

“Is this a trick? I don’t believe the 1st High Lord,” said another. Three other High Lords stood up to support the 7th High Lord as he spoke.

“We should vote. Olumide Falana should be the chosen one. We know where he is and we have already begun his grooming,” continued the 7th High Lord.

“I agree with the 7th High Lord. Olumide Falana should be the rightful candidate,” said the only lady among them, standing up to join the supporters of the 7th High Lord.

“Very well, we will adjourn this meeting till tomorrow night, and then we will vote,” said the 1st High Lord, bowing slightly.

Everyone knew the battle line had been drawn. There would be some casualties before the meeting tomorrow.

Semi clad young girls brought in food and drinks afterwards as was the custom, but only the supporters of the 1st High Lord remained behind.

“We must act quickly or all will be lost,” said the 1st High Lord when they were alone.

“The President called last night and asked when he should bring his son over,” said another High Lord.

“I know. He wants to know when to bring his son over for the grooming,” replied the 1st High Lord.

“Too much is at stake for us to waver now. If we install the President’s son as the last member of the Eight, then we shall have the entire nation in the palm of our hands, why can’t they see that?” said a third person.

“Oh they can. They’re just afraid of the consequences from the Earth Mothers,” said the 3rd High Lord, chuckling.

“No one has heard from the Earth Mothers in almost two decades,” scoffed another High Lord.

No one saw the lady leave the room. The meeting was over and they were free to leave whenever they wanted. She had chosen her moment while the 1st High Lord was engaged with the other High Lords who had waited behind.

Ms Delano stepped out of the elevator that brought her to the ground floor and into the private library of the country home reserved for their meetings. It was a small cottage on the surface, but underground was a complex maze of over 50 rooms used for different purposes.

She waited a few minutes for the driver to bring the car to the front and then went out through the back door. She knew now that there was going to be a power tussle. Someone had to replace the late Dejo Falana and his late younger brother – Tunji Falana. The logical choice was the only surviving heir of the Falanas – Tunji’s bastard son – Olumide, the twin sisters could not replace their father because there were two of them; who would they choose?

Then there was this new comer – Yomi Falana whom they hadn’t known about before. She knew that the other camp of High Lords had their own candidate. There was pressure on the 1st High Lord and a few others to bring in the president’s son as a candidate. They knew that the President himself was a formidable warlock and it would not do to have him as an enemy…nonetheless, if she allowed it to happen then all would be lost. The Earth Mothers had anointed Olumide Falana, but no one knew for what purpose.

The Earth Mothers seldom interfered in their affairs as long as the Eight upheld their part of the Covenant binding on them all.

So it would really be up to them whoever they wanted to install as candidate…yet no one wanted to go against the will of the Earth Mothers. Caution dictated that they wait patiently for the Earth Mothers to reveal their plans through Olumide Falana; and yet time was not on their side. For at the next full moon in a few days, the new candidate must be installed or the Eight would become the Seven and the Covenant would be broken.

At the full moon when the Eight would once again be complete, the Dark Kingdom on Earth would be inaugurated formally. The Eight would then be assigned their Offices and hereafter the nation would be ruled from the Kingdom of Darkness; taking the power entirely out of the hands of politicians.

Ms Delano had only one candidate in mind; her goddaughter Kemi Longe; but things were a bit complicated for she was married to Olumide Longe who was about to be revealed as Olumide Falana. Yet there had indeed been a Chief Longe among the Eight…one who was purportedly the father of Olumide Falana. He had died several years ago.

She smiled mirthlessly at the irony of the whole situation…no wonder the Kingdom of Darkness was also called the Kingdom of Chaos. It was in chaos that they thrived; confusion strengthened their wits as they pitted their strengths against each other. There was no love lost among them, for each one sought to betray the other in order to advance the interests of self.

She was the only female among the Eight and she desperately needed another voice besides her own to give her weight at the Meetings. She pondered the situation not willing to arrive at the only solution she had.

Her grandmother was still alive and well. She claimed she could never die before the age of 120 years and she was proving it at the age of 105 years. She had been the one who had handed over to her after the death of her mother. Ms Delano had never married…she despised the idea of being subordinate to some man.

She had several ‘associates’ with whom she had had affairs but had been very careful not to have any children of her own. Her grandmother had told her that that was the key to having great spiritual power and she had found it to be so.

Regretfully she and her grandmother had fallen out when she had accused her of being behind her mother’s death. Her mother had died a mysterious death soon after a quarrel with her grandmother.

Ms Delano knew that her grandmother possessed great power and knew deep secrets that perhaps were not available to the Eight, but she was reluctant to approach her, for she hadn’t gone to visit her in years.

Now she knew that she no longer had an option. She had to swallow her pride and go grovelling before her grandmother. She might be able to discern the intentions of the Earth Mothers and give her guidance. She was the oldest relative of any of the Eight. That must count for something…especially since she was her grandmother. She probably had access to knowledge about the Earth Mothers that had been lost to the Eight.

Ms Delano began to plan how she would approach and pacify her grandmother. She could almost kick herself for not realizing much sooner, the potential wealth of knowledge that had been at her fingertips all this while.


Olu Longe watched his wife drive off to work thoughtfully. It had been a disastrous weekend for her. The dream she thought she had, seemed to have caused her to withdraw. All his attempts to draw her out of her shell had failed.

He did not understand what the Earth Mothers wanted with his wife. He had thought he was the one they wanted, but apparently they wanted both of them for their own purposes. They were mere puppets.

He had a sudden thought and went back inside, opened the door of his bedroom and lay down on the bed. Somehow he knew instinctively that someone would come to him presently…he closed his eyes and waited passively, for he did not know if he would hear a voice or see someone. All he knew was that he would have a visitation.

You have done well. You passed your initiation in flying colours. There are still a few things left before you become who you were really meant to be.

Who am I meant to be? asked Olu in his mind before he could stop himself.

You are meant to be a powerful warlock like your late uncle Dejo Falana.

For what purpose? He asked; perplexed that he was able to converse mentally with this being that seemed to be in his own mind. It was using his own thoughts to speak to him, but the ‘voice’ of the thoughts did not come from his reasoning faculty…they came unbidden, without the exercise of thought. The thoughts overpowered and suppressed his own every time ‘It’ replied, so that his mind felt paralyzed while he listened passively…and then his thoughts were released to him again so he could respond if.

You will not take your place among the Eight, for a new Order is beginning.

Who are the Eight? Olu asked again, but this time his thoughts were not seized as before…the ‘speaker’ had left his mind.



Chapter 6

They stood within a dome shaped room that had no windows. Their grandfather had explained that it was the room where he transported himself to the Portal between worlds.

“This is the way into the Portal of which I spoke to you about, in which is imprisoned Azrael the fallen angel. But he lied, for he is not a fallen angel. The Earth Mothers say he is the son of a fallen angel and took the name of his father Azrael. He was the offspring of a mortal woman and a fallen angel,” said the old man as they stood within the dome.

“A giant of those days?” asked Funke.

“Yes, a giant. They were destroyed in the Great Flood in the days of Noah.”

“How does this room work grandpa?” Funmi had asked.

“It is a room not made with physical hands. I put Azrael to work in his incarceration and he created it for me out of his own spiritual energies, and then I materialized it. Anyone who walks in here will become disoriented as you did, until I pronounce the words of power that will cause an alignment of spirit, soul and body in readiness to enter the Portal,” their grandfather had replied.

There were sleeping mats arranged around the room in a circle and as they lay on the mats, Funke felt the distinct feeling of her body floating upwards towards the ceiling. She cringed a little as she touched the ceiling and phased through it.

A tinge of panic raced through her as she looked downwards and suddenly realized that she had left her body behind. The transporting room was truly a product of both worlds; the spiritual and the physical.

Everything seemed to fluctuate between Realities; like ice slowly melting into water. Funmi found herself in a long dark tunnel that seemed to drip with liquid that never touched the floor. The liquid dropped in slow motion and then hung in mid-air, only that there was no air. She was not breathing! She did not feel herself drawing in air through her nostrils though she concentrated hard on trying to.

She passed through the suspended drops of liquid like a curtain made of strings and came out on the other side about the same time as her sister and grandfather. Each of them had passed through a different tunnel to arrive at the same destination.

They were in a barren glade and right in front of them was a huge door. Instinctively, the sisters knew it was the entrance to the Portal. This was where their grandfather had told them they would meet face to face with Azrael¬, for which he had prepared them for weeks.

The door was sealed with several gigantic bolts. The silence was deafening as the sisters waited for their grandfather to complete the ceremony of the opening of the first seal.

The old man raised his left hand and carved a symbol in the atmosphere, pronouncing along with it, words of power.

The huge bolt shook as it began to slide back to release the door. There was thick darkness on the other side as the door slowly opened.

Horrendous and fiendish laughter greeted them and the sisters stepped back hastily as Azrael appeared and drew himself up to his full height. He stared down at the trio and laughed again.

Welcome, children of Dejo Falana. You have come for your father’s legacy. Have you not? Azrael laughed again.

Your father’s inheritance is an inheritance of power. Are you able to pay the price?

“I will initiate them myself, and only then will you be set free Azrae;l open the Portal,” responded the old man as he strode forward. He was quickly followed by his twin granddaughters.

Before them stretched a long hall that suddenly began to distort in shape until just ahead of them, a rent in the atmosphere appeared, ringed with fire. As they walked into the rent, they could still hear Azrael laughing.


“So when did you start having these dreams?” the psychiatrist asked.

“About three weeks ago, and it is always that same dream where I see myself holding a knife and sacrificing someone in front of a huge crowd of people. But each time I dream, the sacrificial victim is a different person” Kemi responded.

“Kemi, have you sought spiritual help from your pastor, because I really don’t think this a mental problem. The whole consistent ritualistic scene smacks of something deeper and more sinister,” the psychiatrist said, looking worriedly at her friend and former school mate.

“My pastor has prayed for me several times and he keeps assuring me that all will be well, and I should try to get as much rest as possible,” replied Kemi. She doubted her pastor’s ability to help her; he was more of a prosperity teacher than a deliverance minister.

“Hmm…then can we go together to see my pastor?” the psychiatrist asked.

“We could; I have a few days off starting on Thursday,” said Kemi looking hopeful.

“Good, then I will go ahead and schedule an appointment for you for later this week,”

“Yes, please do that,” said Kemi, rising to her feet.

As she stepped out of the psychiatrist’s office, she reflected on what she had just done. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would have to visit a psychiatrist.

She had told her husband that she couldn’t stay in their matrimonial home alone anymore, so whenever he went on his trips, she stayed in a hotel. This was one of those times that she stayed in a hotel, and yet the dreams just wouldn’t leave her alone.

Her brother Yomi had called her several times requesting for a job interview with her husband, but this just wasn’t a good time for her, so she had deferred it till later much to Yomi’s disappointment.

Back at the hotel, Kemi turned on the TV to see how her colleagues were doing on their shifts. It was a regular habit of hers whenever she was off duty. She was top level management staff now, thanks to her godmother; but her love for news reporting still made her continue her shifts in addition to her administrative work.

Perhaps all of this was just sheer exhaustion…she really didn’t know how to rest, even in bed. There were always things to think about. She was exhausted…that was all there was to it.

Yes you are exhausted and you need to rest.

Kemi switched off the TV and stretched out on the bed, determined to get some sleep even though it was barely noon.

Sleep is all you need.

“Yes, sleep is all I need,” repeated Kemi wearily, trying to stifle a yawn.

When you fall asleep you will dream.

“When I fall asleep I will dream,” muttered Kemi sleepily.

She turned over on her side and slowly drifted into unconsciousness. She did not hear the gentle knock on the front door of the executive suite bringing up the breakfast she had ordered.

The hall was vast and populated densely by thousands and thousands of hooded people all dressed in black and red. They all held long red candles, so that the entire hall was lit only by candle light. They were chanting words in a strange language…yet she understood perfectly. They were worshipping…praising their god.

Kemi surveyed the scene and savoured the power she had over them all. She was the all-powerful high priestess; the one who had been given the power of life and death over the people…the people of the Dark Kingdom.

Bring him in! She commanded her minions.

An unfortunate young man was dragged forward between two stalwarts naked to the waist, and placed on the altar. The young man appeared to have been drugged, for he did not struggle.

She poised the knife over his chest and raised her eyes to the god who had called her to serve.

A bell suddenly began to ring from afar off…she paused and frowned at the interference; but the strident sound of the bell continued. Reluctantly she looked towards the direction from which the bell was sounding and as she did so, she noticed the crowd of thousands suddenly fading from her sight…

Kemi sat up suddenly. Her phone had been ringing. She picked it up quickly.

“Hi Kemi, I just thought to check up on you. I had this sudden urge to call; I thought you might be in some kind of trouble…are you okay?” asked Muyiwa Johnson on the phone.

“Yes I am now. Thanks for calling me Muyiwa. How did you know that I was in trouble?”

“Well I didn’t actually know, it was more like an impression in my spirit. I’ve been praying for you for a while now Kemi.”

“You pray for me; why?” asked Kemi, quite surprised.

“Because the Holy Spirit laid it upon my heart to do so,” answered Muyiwa.

“Are you in the office now?” asked Kemi.

“Yes I am,”

“I would like to come over and talk to you.”

“That’s okay. I will be expecting you.”

Kemi sat down on a chair shakily. She knew she was breathing very fast. She was scared. She had started to remember things…it had been a voice that had suggested to her that she slept. She had thought it was her own weariness speaking through her thoughts, but now she remembered the voice. It was the same voice that spoke to her the first day at home with her husband. She had taken some wine and then began to feel sleepy…her husband had started talking to her, but after a while it was no longer the sound of his voice she was hearing…she was hearing another voice, the same voice that had lulled her to sleep a short while ago!

On a sudden impulse she picked up her phone and dialled.

“Hello Muyiwa, when is your shift?” she asked breathlessly.

“I’m just going in. It’s the News at Noon. Why?”

“I’m afraid to drive myself over to the office. It’s a long drive and I’m afraid I will hear the voice again,” said Kemi, trying desperately not to panic.

“What voice? You know what, just text me your address and I will pick you up as soon as I finish the news. Meanwhile take some coffee, lots of it and do not lie down on your bed for any reason. In fact go to where there are people and distractions to keep you awake. I will come after I’ve read the news.”

“Okay. Thank you Muyiwa,” replied Kemi. She quickly went into the bathroom to freshen up. Fifteen minutes later, she went downstairs to the bar and ordered a latte and some sandwiches. The TV was on and several other people were having a late breakfast. The buzz of conversation around her made her feel safe. She couldn’t possibly fall asleep in her.

She took out her phone and sent Muyiwa the address of the hotel, then settled down to enjoy her late breakfast as much as she could.













Funmi Fallen! Chapters 3 & 4

Chapter 3

“The Earth Mothers needed a mortal, powerful enough to do something no one had ever done before. They needed a new kind of prototype mortal, so they convened a meeting and listened to all their proposals.”

“It was however your father that came up with the most daring proposal of all time. His proposal had been simple and very creative. He had decided to create a parody of the Holy Trinity. He wanted one human spirit that would dwell within two mortal bodies. He had received the idea from the concept of Siamese twins who are typically joined together in some part of their body. He believed that if he could achieve two bodies sharing one spirit, then they would be only one step away from three bodies sharing one spirit…the very image of the Trinity!”

“It was so awesome and audacious that the Earth Mothers had been speechless for a moment. But your uncle was jealous and instigated the other occultists against your father. There was a battle which your father won…some said it was because he had help from the Earth Mothers. Your uncle knew he could never approach the Council of Occultists again, for he had incurred the wrath and displeasure of the Earth Mothers for his act of inciting the others to rebellion.”

“So he left the Dark Kingdom to pursue a mundane life, and his powers eventually left him because they were powered by Familiars that had existed for long centuries in the Falana family. Not even I can remember for how long; for my grandfather told me the same tale that his grandfather before him told him…no one knows which of our ancestors made a pact with the Lord of Darkness that brought us the gift of Familiars. Your father was given the title of Occult Scientist after you were born and the Earth Mothers saw that his experiment had succeeded.”

“Several decades ago when your father was but a young boy, he was visited by a powerful fallen angel who sought to make a covenant with him. It was already known across the Dark Kingdom that aside from powers bestowed by the Familiars, certain occultists were gifted from birth with natural spiritual powers due to long centuries of interaction with spirits by their ancestors. Your father was one of these. The fallen angel was named Azrael and he was cunning. But your father outwitted him and imprisoned him in the Portal between Worlds. You will get to know of that later.”

“What did he want from our father?” interjected Funke inquiringly.

“He wanted to dwell in your father of course, and in return he promised to make your father the most powerful occultist ever. But your father already knew he was destined to be the most powerful. I had told him that. So your father agreed on the condition that he let him go through the Portal between Worlds just for a look. As Azrael opened the Portal, your father sealed it with words of power he had learnt from me as a child. He placed a Binding upon Azrael that compels him to remain within the Portal until he is freed by his children,” finished the old man.

“Baba what exactly is our purpose on earth?” asked Funmi after it all had sunk in.

“You are whom the Prophecy spoke of – The Duality. You are the New Being.”

“I don’t understand,” said Funke shaking her head. It was all too confusing.

“You will understand all things at your Initiation. That is where your memories will be opened to you and those of your ancestors. You will know things by instinct and other things by memories that are not your own.”

The twilight zone created by their grandfather without the warmth of the sun left them chilled for a while. The scope of what they had heard was stupendous; the sisters lapsed into silence for the rest of the day.


Kemi Longe sat in a daze at table. She had entered some kind of trance like state but was listening to the wonderful things her husband was telling her.

“You are the high priestess of the Earth Mothers. It is a high and lofty position. You will be given powers beyond description and you must use them every time you go on air,” said Olu Longe gently caressing his wife’s shoulders and neck as he spoke to her soothingly.

Neither of them saw the Earth Mother slowly snaking her way into Kemi’s half open mouth. The vapour had become invisible. It would later resume its spirit form within her, free to come and go as she pleased.

Presently Olu began to chant incantations which his wife took up so that they chanted in unison. Olu frowned, a little perplexed, for he was quite sure he hadn’t taught his wife any of the incantations he had been chanted.

Then it dawned on him…the Earth Mother or something else had possessed her, but that was not what frightened him…what frightened him was that he too had become possessed; or how else could he explain the chants he had not learned, the memories he did not remember, and the incantations he had not been taught?

The Dark Kingdom prepares its subjects for several months, sometimes years before they are ready to do the will of the Lord of Darkness. There is now a properly organised Dark Kingdom among men on earth that is to be the counterpart and adversary of the Church on earth. For as the Church is the Body of Christ, so also will the Dark Kingdom be the body of the Lord of Darkness on earth. You are to play a major role in this Dark Kingdom.

He blinked his eyes in shock as the knowledge filtered in slowly…the Plan was beginning to unfold in his mind. He watched the thought of the Earth Mother slowly unfold in his mind. It was like a string of pulsating mental images that spread out, unravelling itself like a jigsaw puzzle. The thought gave him a glimpse into another world…the world they call the Dark Kingdom. Only then was he able to frame the picture into mental words…thoughts that shaped as the revelation unfolded.

When Kemi Longe snapped out of her trance like state she did not remember anything. She immediately started a conversation about how she would have loved to follow her husband to Dubai on his trip.

“You do realize that sooner than later you will have to resign and come work with me don’t you?”  Olu asked.

“It might not be good for our marriage Olu if I’m working so close to you. We would have our disagreements and God knows what else,” said Kemi, finally admitting to her husband the reason for her reluctance.

“So that’s why you have resisted all along,” said Olu, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes.

“You don’t understand my dear, you will not be joining me as a subordinate, I will be handing over any company of your choice to you. You will be your own boss, completely independent,” he finished, sitting back to view and enjoy the surprise that filled her eyes.

“I thought I would be one of the Executive Managers,” Kemi said, completely taken aback.

“On the other hand if you would prefer us to pursue a license for your own TV Station, all well and good,” said Olu, but Kemi was already in his arms, kissing his lips shut.

Later that night Kemi would dream…she was in a large temple standing in front of a great altar with a sacrificial knife in her left hand. Several masked people numbering in hundreds chanted repetitively but she couldn’t understand a word of what they were saying. A figure was being dragged towards the altar from the left wing of the temple…his face was covered until they brought him on his knees before her.

As she plunged the knife straight into the victim’s heart, they uncovered his face…it was her brother Yomi!

Kemi woke up with a start, sweating heavily in spite of the AC.

It had been the sound of a door slamming that had woken her up. Her husband stirred beside her; but it was not until they heard voices in the distance that he sat up. They both listened for a while. The voices seemed to be coming from downstairs in the living room. There seemed to be a gathering downstairs, but the language was not coherent…it sounded more like tape that had gotten twisted in a cassette player.

Olu stood up slowly and walked to the door.

“Please don’t go darling,” said Kemi, trembling in terror as she got up from the bed and stood in front of her husband.

Suddenly the lights went off and an icy wind swept in even though the windows were firmly shut. The wind brought with it the voices they had previously heard downstairs…Kemi scuttled back to bed, burying herself deep within the sheets.

Olu slowly retraced his steps to the bed and sat on it, wondering what was happening. He realized that his knees were trembling in terror. He tried to stand again but his legs wouldn’t hold him up. His bowels were threatening to leak out and a strange paralysis was gradually spreading across his entire being.

The door of the bedroom opened in the darkness. They didn’t see it, but they heard the sound of the door as the handle turned and the door creaked open; and with it came sounds of horrifying laughter as unseen visitors besieged their room in the darkness.

Kemi sensed them surrounding her side of the bed, muttering things and cackling in dry, hoarse voices. She passed out mercifully.

Olu felt them before he saw them, then he realized that he had left his body on his bed. That was the reason he could now see them…they had vague, shadowy human shapes that seemed to dance around in wind that was not blowing. They had faces but he could see no features on their faces…no eyes or noses or mouths or ears. They were far taller than he was but looked very thin and brittle.

We are not fallen angels…we are the Lesser Spirits…Wicked Spirits in spiritual places.

They spoke in unison and sounded like a chorus of voices. They laughed horribly after the few words they had spoken.

Olu felt a tremor of great fear begin from his feet and travel up to his head in a few moments. He tried to scream but no sound came out of his voice…then he realized he could not be audible as he turned to stare at his body on the bed. Joined to his body was a thin wispy golden thread that seemed to be attached to him as he stood in the midst of the spirits.

We have come for your initiation, continued the spirits as they closed in on him. They began a slow macabre dance encircling around him. His mind was filled with their whisperings…they chanted about the beginning of Time…about his destiny and that of his wife…he could understand what they were saying in his head, but he could not fathom the meaning…they spoke deep and ancient things.

Suddenly those closest to him grabbed him and as their icy cold fingers gripped him; Olu passed into oblivion.

The Earth Mother glided forward from behind the sea of spirits and held Olu in her arms as he slowly sank back into his body.

She made some signs with her hands over his ethereal body that glowed into fiery life as they pulsated into his being. He squirmed uncomfortably even in his now unconscious state as he slowly drifted downwards into his body. The fiery symbols that penetrated his ethereal form had almost totally disappeared from view by the time he re-entered his body.

Always remember your true identity…you are Olumide…son of Tunji Falana!


The sun had almost reached its zenith when both of them finally woke up.

“I had a very bad dream,” said Kemi snuggling her head under Olu’s arm.

“Tell me about it,” said Olu, knowing full well that none of it had been a dream. He knew he could not reveal anything to his wife. With time she would be given ‘memories’ that would guide her. He had begun to realize now that he had two sets of memories and sometimes he really didn’t know which of them was true or false. He almost could no longer differentiate between his own memories and those that he had been ‘given’.

He did not know if he was really the son of Tunji Falana or not…yet he had memories of him just as much as he had memories of being the son of Deji Longe his father…surely he couldn’t have two fathers?

“In my dream I heard sounds of people laughing and chatting downstairs, and then they came upstairs and opened the door of our bedroom. The lights had gone out and there was this icy cold wind blowing from nowhere. I heard them surround our bed and then I screamed.”

“Wow! That was some nightmare!” said Olu, feigning shock.

“Didn’t you dream?” asked Kemi.

“Nope”, Olu lied, shaking his head.

“So how come we both woke up so late when we went to bed so early?” asked Kemi as she slowly got out of bed.

As she went to the door, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

“Did you go out sometime in the night?” she turned to ask her husband.

“No” answered Olu.

“Then how come the door is slightly ajar, isn’t that odd?” said Kemi as she left the bedroom. Olu got up and followed her downstairs. He sensed a presence of evil as he entered the living room just as Kemi screamed and ran out, back into his arms.

“The chair moved a little just as I sat on it,” said Kemi hysterically.

“No, come on darling, you must have been imagining things. Chairs don’t move on their own,” said Olu, wrapping his arms around her and trying to reassure her.

Olu looked behind his wife at the purported moving chair and slowly the chair slid a few feet to the side. Someone was sitting on the chair laughing silently…but Olu knew he was not seeing him with his physical eyes.

An ancient looking monkey with white hair all over its body leered at him from the chair as he slid it back and forth.

Olu quietly backed out of the door, keeping his wife’s head firmly tucked into his chest so she wouldn’t see the sliding chair. All the while he spoke soothing words to her as he firmly shut the living room door and went back up the stairs.

He felt so tired…he had a business meeting later on in the day but he had decided to cancel it. He would rest at home with his wife.

No! Take her along for the business meeting…all shall be well…everything you demand for and much more shall be given to you this day at the meeting. It shall be very successful!

This time he did not see the mental images of the thoughts…he saw instead words that floated through his mind like a string of sausages…yes, each word looked like a long sausage linked to the next, and the next, until he had seen every ‘thought word’.

He would take his wife somewhere to celebrate the success of the meeting that had already been foretold; but right now he needed to get her out of the house to have a meal somewhere with lots of distractions.









Chapter 4

Muyiwa Johnson was Kemi Longe’s colleague at StoryBoard TV. He had not really wanted to work in a TV Station but had had no alternative. With a Second Class Upper in Mass Communications he had settled for a news reporting career.

A shy and reticent person, he had never liked the glamorous life unlike his colleague Kemi Longe who for some strange reason was always paired with him for news casting.

He was a simple bible believing person who attended a small church that was still uncomplicated with the agendas of men’s programs. They loved the Lord and listened to the words of the apostles explained directly to them. Then they were encouraged by their pastor/elders to go and search the scriptures by themselves.

Already he had a pretty good grasp of the books of Romans and 1st & 2nd Corinthians, exactly as they had been taught in the scriptures. He intended for the scriptures to be his very life, so he worked towards living out its instructions and injunctions. It was not about memorizing scripture, it was more about reading them so often that its contents became regular thought patterns in his mind…this was the renewing of the mind as they had been taught so often by the elders in the church.

Once, he had gone for a service in Kemi Longe’s church on her invitation, but had inwardly been appalled at how far away from the whole gospel they had strayed. He remembered the sermon very clearly still.

It had been titled: ‘Six ways to become great’. He had listened with rapt attention up to a point before he felt his spirit rising in resistance within him. Out of courtesy to his host, he had waited patiently till the end of the Service and thanked his host for inviting him, though she couldn’t extract a promise from him that he would return again.

As he left the church that day, he wondered what book of the bible had taught or preached about greatness, so he had gotten home and searched. But apart from several references in the Old Testament from which the pastor had preached very profusely; he had found that Christ referred to greatness in a totally different context from what the pastor had preached…

Luke 22:25 And he said unto them, The kings of the Gentiles exercise lordship over them; and they that exercise authority upon them are called benefactors.

26 But ye shall not be so: but he that is greatest among you, let him be as the younger; and he that is chief, as he that doth serve.

27 For whether is greater, he that sitteth at meat, or he that serveth? is not he that sitteth at meat? but I am among you as he that serveth.


By this, Christ had inferred that the servant is greater than those he served. Christ came to us as a servant…not to be served…yet he saw the so called ‘servants’ lording it over those whom they were supposedly to serve…for which servant had more wealth than the people he served? That was the way the apostles had wanted to follow until Christ had corrected their conception of servanthood.

Matt 20:26b – 27 but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister

27 And whosoever will be chief among you, let him be your servant:

The concept of service had been distorted so that it simply meant those who held positions of authority or offices in the church.

He marvelled that believers simply accepted everything they were taught at face value, hook, line and sinker, ‘because their pastor had said so’. He realized now the kind of power Christians had placed in the hands of their pastors…the power of infallibility!

Muyiwa’s job enabled him to spend time studying the bible for himself as the elders of his church always encouraged, and over the years as a result; his spirit had become quite sensitive to the leading of the Holy Spirit.

Whole passages of scripture would suddenly float into his mind as he prayed in the Spirit in other tongues. Those scriptures would provide much needed direction and light for him in ways he had never known could happen.

It was how he had gotten his job at StoryBoard TV. He had been looking for a job one day from Radio Station to TV Station without success till he decided to go to the lesser known upcoming TV Stations. The taxi he had entered had just passed StoryBoard TV when a scripture hit him hard all of a sudden…

ISA 30:21 And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.

What had amazed him and still amazed him till this day was how the last few words kept hitting him till his heart beat faster and then he had ordered the driver to stop. He had come out of the taxi and paid the driver off, then walked back a bit and turned to the left.

Much further down the road he had seen the inconspicuous signboard of StoryBoard TV.

The moment he entered the small reception room, he had been ushered into the manager’s office. A couple of hours later he started his first official shift. This was where God wanted him to be!

As Muyiwa prepared for his evening shift, he took a stroll around the fairly large compound. The parking lot was his favourite spot for it was isolated and rather quiet. He checked his wristwatch and found he still had about an hour and thirty minutes to go.

Kemi Longe his shift partner was in trouble, that much he knew; but the nature of the trouble was unknown to him. All he knew was that the Holy Spirit had revealed it to him.

He had seen her in a dream several nights ago in the midst of masquerades. They had been dancing around her in the darkness. There had been a man with her, but he was evil.

When he had woken up, he had prayed for revelation concerning the dream, but had not received any…until today.

ISA 24:17 Fear, and the pit, and the snare, are upon thee, O inhabitant of the earth.

That was the scripture that he had woken up with this morning and he knew instinctively who it was meant for…it was for Kemi Longe. This was God’s way of confirming his dream…she was indeed in trouble. He had already received a burden to begin to pray for her. These burdens had become only too familiar over the years, for he was an intercessor. He had stood in the gap for many years and had watched God quietly work his miracles.

He focused on Kemi now as he broke forth into tongues. His spirit was easily kindled into flame by reason of long and consistent use in prayer. He couldn’t hold back the torrent of power even if he tried.

Once, the Holy Spirit had given him an insight into the effects of prayer. He had just concluded a prolonged period of fasting and prayer at that time when he had suddenly found himself staring into a scene that was right before him. His entire room had disappeared and he had found himself in a jungle in the midst of wild beasts. They were circling a little girl…howling in anticipation of the feast of flesh they were about to have.

You have to save the girl! The voice had been very audible to him then. He had started praying in tongues, except that to his surprise, torrents of pulsating waves of light poured forth from his mouth devouring the beasts that were already reaching out to consume the girl.

It had all happened within a couple of minutes, and then he had suddenly returned into his bedroom.

It was much later that he realized that he had had an open vision. It was a scripture he had read that had helped him understand what had happened to him then.

2CO 12:2 I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.

Paul couldn’t tell whether he had been caught up to the third heaven in his body or out of his body; but he had known that it had been out of his body…for he had known when he had returned to his bedroom…back to his body and his senses.

He would perhaps never know what God had delivered the little girl from, but his reward was that he had been of use to God in rescuing a little girl from spiritual danger.

There were many such spiritual adventures he had had with God and many dangers God had rescued him from; so when the burden to stand in the gap for Kemi Longe had come, Muyiwa did not take it lightly.

Already he had started feeling and seeing somewhat of what she was experiencing. There was an evil presence behind all the masquerades he had seen surrounding her. It was a very ancient evil that must have existed perhaps even before the beginning of Time. It had remained shrouded to him…no doubt the Holy Spirit had a reason for not revealing its identity to him at this time.

He had once gone through the strange and very weird experience of looking out through Kemi’s eyes; and he had looked out into a dream she had had of a chair sliding to and fro in her living room, with a monkey like creature covered with white hair leering at him…the monkey seemed to know he was present, staring through Kemi’s eyes.

Muyiwa had caught a glimpse of Kemi’s husband and had stared straight into his soul. That was when he had known that he was evil and had evil intentions towards his unsuspecting wife.

As Muyiwa strolled towards the studio, he waved at Kemi who was just arriving in the distance. He watched her park her car and go in ahead of him.

Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.

Muyiwa kept this scripture close to his heart…he would meditate on it later…God must be trying to tell him something. He hoped it did not mean what he thought it did, for great apprehension had already begun to fill his heart.

Surely Kemi would not die physically? Perhaps it meant something else…Kemi was already beckoning to him. He thrust the thought aside and went in for his rehearsal.



Funmi Fallen! Chapters 1 & 2

Chapter 1

“Dad was very powerful and uncle envied his power,” said Funke musing over the events of the last few days.

“Have you read the journal sister?” asked Funmi, sitting up suddenly.

“Yes I have. It’s so full of Dad’s experiences in some other world. He and the Old Man,” replied Funke.

“Who is this Old Man anyway?” asked Funmi.

“The journal does not say,” replied Funke.

“I was never good at reading books, so you will have to tell me everything sister,” said Funmi.

“Yes, but we have directions to the Old Man in the journal. He lives all alone in an abandoned village deep in some forest. It has never been traced before. According to dad’s journal, it is a cursed village that has been kept hidden by ancient Bindings, and only those of his blood line can ever find it,” Funke sipped her chilled beer slowly.

“Dad’s blood line or the Old Man’s blood line?” asked Funmi, downing the rest of her beer and opening another can.

“The journal didn’t specify, but my guess is dad’s blood line, or how else would dad even find the place?”

“That’s true,” responded Funmi.

“We should get going soon. The Old Man is the key to everything.”

“Yeah I’ll finish my drink.”

Funmi and Funke stood up as one and walked out together.


They drove out of the city and headed for their father’s home town about six hours away. Funmi took the first driving shift while her sister dozed away to soft music playing in the back ground.

You do realize neither of us can marry don’t you? Funke whispered into her sister’s mind.

Funmi smiled without replying…she was used to her sister’s silent thoughts infiltrating her mind like the whisperings of a sudden breeze. They had decided long ago that they would use their ability to ‘mind speak’ only for intimate things between them.

Both of them had long realized that their abnormal abilities could never allow them to live a normal life and they had come to terms with it.

According to their dad’s journal, their spirits had somehow been fused together at birth in a deliberate experiment approved of by the Earth Mothers. It spoke of an ancient prophecy that revealed the purpose and its fulfilling. Funke had read out parts of it to her sister before they left on their long journey.

When their destinies are cut short

Then shall arise another that shall bring all to nought

For then a new breed of Man shall be birthed

The Two shall become One and shall be First

Then the ancient bloodline shall be revived

And so shall the Lawless One arrive


“Stop!” said Funmi grinning as Funke projected a rather obscene picture into her mind. They loved each other more than they really should.

As she drove out of the city Funmi reflected on the events of the past that had led up to the death of their father. She glanced over at Funke who was already dozing and caressed her mind with warm feelings.

They had been five years old when it had first happened; at least that was the oldest memory both of them shared.

Funke had woken up in the middle of the night to use the toilet and Funmi had woken up at the same moment. Funke had gone to one toilet and Funmi the other but only Funke had actually relieved herself. Funmi had felt the symptoms but it had all gone the moment Funke had relieved herself.

They had discussed it far into the night but had kept it from their parents. That was how close they were to each other. They didn’t understand it then and certainly they still did not understand it now.

They both discovered that they not only could project their thoughts into each other but also their feelings, desires and discomforts. They had then experimented further and found that using their combined efforts; they could project the same things into those around them.

At first it was not for long distances, but as they practised they got stronger and now distance was no longer a barrier. Furthermore they had learnt to use their emotions and thoughts as weapons against others. They could send strong emotions of depression or fill the mind with fear in a huge onslaught that could last for a long time.

That was how they had attacked their uncle initially, as they sought to find out his strengths in the spirit world, but they needn’t have worried…he was not strong at all. He wouldn’t have been a match for their father had he not caught him unawares.

They still regretted that they had done nothing to save their father on that fateful night when he had been murdered…but they had not yet known much about their natural abilities. Now they were adults with fully developed abilities.

She swerved suddenly to avoid a large truck that was over speeding around a corner. She had had a brief flash of its approach in her mind; seconds before it had appeared so she had stepped on the brake to slow down enough to avoid its sudden rush. The driver appeared to have lost control. She watched through her rear driving mirror as it careened off the road into the bushes beyond. She felt indifferent…no sympathy, and she didn’t wonder why…she already knew…her conscience had died a long time ago.


Kemi Longe strolled out of the studio wearily. She hated night shifts because she had to spend the night in one of the several one bedroom apartments provided for newscasters on night duty.

She walked down the well-lit road towards her apartment, dialling a number as she went along.

“Hello darling,” answered a voice on the phone.

“Are you missing me?” she asked, feeling lonely all of a sudden. She missed her husband terribly and they rarely spent much time together. She was a career woman and he a successful business man.

She had been unable to get someone to cover for her this weekend since her husband was in town and she really felt miserable about it. Her husband was usually on some business trip or the other most of the time.

She passed by the cafeteria and suddenly felt hungry as the smells of savoury cooking wafted out pleasantly. The cafeteria was open till midnight to cater for those who were on duty round the clock.

“I’m about to have dinner,” she said to her husband on the phone.

“Hmm…I’m hungry for you,” answered her husband.

“Will you stop, Olu, you’re making me feel miserable!”

“Sorry babe, I’ve decided to postpone my trip to Dubai next week so we can have some time together.”

“Are you serious?” squealed Kemi, ignoring the stir she was causing as she did a little jig at the entrance to the cafeteria.

“I’ve missed you so much babe,” said Olu.

Kemi blew a kiss over the phone and cut the line, and went to place her order. She had initially wanted a meat pie perhaps, and a chilled bottle of Pepsi, but now she was feeling so good she ordered a plate of fried rice and chicken and two bottles of chilled Pepsi. She would take one away for a night cap.

She sat down to her meal feeling elated and relaxed as she watched her colleague give the late night news.

“…the man who was identified as Tunji Falana is a well-known business man and the brother of the late Dejo Falana who died under mysterious circumstances several years ago.”

She turned her thoughts back to her husband. She didn’t want anything morbid to destroy her happiness tonight. Their marriage was only two years old but she had never regretted one moment of it.

Her husband had taken her to Miami for their honeymoon and had asked her to leave her job and come to work with him as an executive manager of one of his companies but she had declined.

She was afraid that they would quarrel somewhere along the line…she was afraid that if she didn’t create some space between them, they would eventually get too familiar with each other and one thing would lead to another…perhaps familiarity would breed contempt, and then her weaknesses would begin to show and be magnified to her husband…she couldn’t bear the thought of anything coming in between them. They had the ideal marriage and she intended to do all in her power to keep it so.

As she swallowed the last of her Pepsi, she thought of her younger brother. Kemi was a self-made lady who had her own grass to grace story. She had paid a steep price to be where she was today.

Her late father had been a strong believer and had raised her up to believe in Christ and to live a frugal life. He had always told them to live life like strangers on earth. Kemi had taken it all in back in the village, and lived that life so seriously. But after her father’s death she knew she had to take responsibility for her brother. Her late mother’s friend had introduced her to her daughter who took her to the new mega city of Ibaje to get a job.

She chuckled as she remembered how green behind the ears she had been…an illiterate and naïve girl. But that was almost ten years ago. Things had changed and she had become worldly wise…she had quickly realized that her father’s teachings and way of life that she had imbibed as a child were no longer tenable or even realistic in the modern world.

Oh she still went to church and prayed daily but it was more out of habit than out of belief. Church going and prayer were things she did without thinking…they were products of habit, no longer the fruits of a faith she had once fervently lived in her heart. She had lost her belief in them…they had not produced the life she had hoped to live and so she had turned elsewhere…and now here she was.

The only code of conduct she now followed was morality. She had vowed never to sleep around or embezzle funds or any such thing and she had kept her vow…her husband still expressed his amazement every now and then, after discovering that she was a virgin on their wedding night.

It was the reason her husband loved and respected her so much…she thought. She turned her attention towards her younger brother whom she had brought to the city and now regretted; for he had eventually fallen into bad company and gotten into drugs. Every now and then he would call her to beg for money, she would scold him sharply and then appeal to him to see a doctor at her own expense. She had even forced him twice to follow her to a hospital to get help but it had all been in vain. At the end of the day she still had to transfer money to him…he was her only sibling after all and he was so much younger than she was. She had rented a self-contained apartment for him and continued to pay the rent.

She looked at the time…it was almost midnight. She stood up and walked out of the nearly empty cafeteria.


Olu Longe took a deep drag from his cigarette and washed it down with a drought of whisky, secure in the knowledge that his wife would never know of his drinking and smoking habits.

He looked towards the open bedroom with great anticipation at the girl that lay between the sheets awaiting his pleasure. It was going to be a long night. He stubbed his cigarette and walked towards the room. Behind him his phone rang softly.


“The Trail has begun,” the line went dead.

Olu smiled. At long last the game had started. He had been groomed for it right from child hood. He was merely following a script that had been programmed several decades ago…and now finally, it was time for him to play his part. He shut the door of the bedroom behind him and switched off the light.


Chapter 2

“The village is deserted”, said Funmi, sitting up and watching the empty houses pass by. Funke slowed down as they reached the end of the dusty road.

“We go on foot from here on I guess,” she said, getting out of the car.

There seemed to be miles and miles of forest beyond the village as they walked away from the car.

“You think we can find him?” asked Funmi, stepping gingerly around some undergrowth.

“Oh we will sister, or he will find us. The prophecy in the journal foretold that the Joined Ones must receive their Legacy and only then shall the New Age begin,” replied Funke.

They walked on in silence and every now and then probed each other’s mind…it was so much easier and less cumbersome than talking.

The forest began to give way to thick bushes more than an hour later when they suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. It was still relatively light, yet darkness suddenly began to fill their minds. Their senses began to blur and numb as other senses came into focus. Their vision dimmed as their mind’s eye opened, dark clouds raced through the sky; pierced through with frequent thunderous lightning bolts.

Standing stark against the background of an ancient house stood a tall man dressed in what looked like a warrior’s outfit. He looked visibly angry as he stared at the twins.

You shouldn’t have killed him, he was the only son left to me!

The voice thundered in their minds, paralysing their ‘mind speak’ for a moment.

We didn’t know! We are sorry baba!

The sisters were taken aback at the sheer power by which the thought had been hurled against them. They fell to their knees as various emotions sought to overwhelm them…they felt fear such as they had never felt before and it was tangible fear. It caught hold of their bowels and increased their heart beat, threatening to send them into cardiac arrest.

Suddenly it was gone as soon as it had started. They found themselves beside the tall old man in front of the house. The sky was green and a lovely river bubbled merrily down past the front of the house.

“They are all products of spiritual power…the green skies, the river…everything except the house. It was your father who built it for me in order to give me a place free from all distraction to conclude my life assignment,” the old man said, staring away into the distance.

Later, they would enter the house and talk. The sisters were surprised at the level of sophistication the old man showed in his speech. They had expected an illiterate old man with crude ways.

“It was Azrael the fallen angel whom your father imprisoned that taught me how to speak English. He simply opened my mind and my speech centres,” said the old man, reading their thoughts.

“Who are you baba?” asked the sisters simultaneously. They had lapsed back into their natural way of allowing the fused spirit within them to speak before their individual minds could process their thoughts.

The old man looked both awe inspiring and terrible in his traditional garb. He had told them that it was not actually the traditional garb of their people; it was more like his protective armour in the spirit. It had been given to him by the Earth Mothers themselves after he had performed a service worthy of their thanks. They had assured him that he was both invincible and invulnerable for as long as he wore it. So he never took it off.

“I am many things, but I suppose I am firstly your grandfather. Your uncle killed your father and then you killed your uncle and now we are alone.”

A deep sense of anguish gushed into the sisters as they felt keenly their grandfather’s grief.

They stood up as one and came to kneel before him, sharing his grief…transmitting their remorse at the deed they had done.

“We are your children now baba,” Funmi managed to say with a lump in her throat.


Yomi Ajala sucked in the thick smoke from the roll of marijuana passed to him by one of his buddies. They were in his home in a sleazy area of town where the police never came and where there was no law. That was where he had chosen to rent his apartment. He had given his sister the wrong impression of what part of town he was living in, and every time she wanted to visit he stalled and gave some excuse…it would never do to bring her to this part of town. She may stop sending him money altogether.

He really didn’t like the life he was living, but at least he was free and didn’t have to work for people…after all his late father had been a billionaire until his death at the hands of supposed assassins whom the police were yet to track down.

His fingers trembled as he passed the stub to the next person. This was his means of escape from the reality he did not want to face…the reality that as a bastard child whom his father had hidden away for fear of the scandal that would erupt in the media; he had lost out on the fortune that could have given him a life of ease.

His sister Kemi had only had pity on him because he had not been able to complete his Secondary School education before his father was murdered. They had both been christened with their mother’s name – Ajala – after a huge amount of money had changed hands with their mother. Their mother had then run off somewhere out of the country without them and without any goodbyes. She had always been a self-centred woman as far as Yomi could remember.

Now that the fear of scandal had been removed by death, there was no point in revealing his true identity to the world…he couldn’t even claim his father’s name…the press would hound him and his sister for being heartless enough to stake claims on a man who was a known philanthropist…a champion of the poor, the homeless, orphans and many more. They would call him an opportunist.

Someone somewhere opened a bottle of local gin and it began the usual cycle of passing it round from hand to hand till it got to Yomi. He passed and strode out in rage. This was his usual pattern…working himself into a rage because of the opportunity of life he had missed out on…he would never get over it!

The sewage smells outside his apartment only made him more angry and drove him back inside…that was the moment when he had his great epiphany. He could no longer live this life of ‘hand to mouth’ anymore. He had to do something for himself. He flexed his bulging muscles and stared around his one single room that had become the joint for so many in the neighbourhood. He was their leader…it was his money they spent on drugs and drinks and women…money he was able to extort from his sister.

But he needed much more than a 50, 000 naira pittance every month to afford the lifestyle he wanted and his sister’s husband was loaded. It was simple…he would monitor him for a while and then strike with his gang.

“We are now officially an armed robbery gang!” he announced to his comrades in the room. Their drug and alcohol muddled brains took it all in slowly, and then there were shouts of praise known in local lingo as ‘hailing’.

“I no talk am before?” said one with half an ear gone.

“Yomi baba! E don tay wey we dey wait for this one. Nice one man!”

Yomi looked around the room furiously and reached for the bottle, draining it in one go and beckoning to a girl on the opposite side of the darkened room. A girl stood up to do his bidding and get more drinks. As he handed her some money the men took turns in slapping her butt as she strutted out of the room.

Yomi permitted himself a brief smile…they did not know the half of it yet but soon…he still had to do a few things before they were ready. He knew an old man in some forgotten village that could give him enormous power. His father in an indulgent mood had once taken him there in his teenage years. There had been no issue between his father and his wife until she died. But instead of marrying again, his father had simply decided to have an affair which led to the birth of his sister and eventually to his own birth.

At least Yomi could thank his loose lipped mother for revealing that much information to him and his sister.

His sister had been kind to him over the years…that was why he would not harm her nor her husband…all he had to do was cooperate and hand over the money. He had thought it through and had decided that kidnap would be the fastest and safest option. It would be easy to track him through his unsuspecting sister.

The girl returned with several bottles of beer…a luxury they couldn’t afford but Yomi was feeling generous today…things were finally looking up. He had a plan and now he had to follow it through. Tomorrow he would go in search of the old man.

If all things went well, Yomi hoped to be a multi-millionaire by the end of the year. The old man was the key in many ways. They needed spiritual power to succeed. It would not be easy kidnapping a billionaire like Olu Longe CEO of Sinbad Investments. It had to be planned properly and he already had the makings of a plan.

First he needed to convince his sister that he had reformed and then get her to invite him over to their home to see her husband about a job. She would be pleased and readily accept.

Once inside he trusted in his abilities to gather information concerning his movements. He knew it would take a few months for him to get used to the system but he had waited this long and could afford to wait a few more months for the big payoff. He smiled at the irony of it all…for even if he was caught, his sister would protect him…get her husband to let him off the hook…she loved him that much…it was simply a win-win situation all round for him and that was what he was counting on. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of the plan sooner.

Dapo elbowed Yomi to get his attention. Dapo was his closest buddy and confidante among the miscreants he had gathered around himself.

“What’s cooking man?” he asked quietly, not wanting any of the jubilating boys around him to know they were talking. He had his misgivings about getting involved in armed robbery. He might be a crook and a petty thief, an area boy and a thug…but he was not an armed robber.

Yomi grinned at him.

“That was just to make the boys happy. No such thing on my mind,” replied Yomi.

“What’s the plan?” insisted Dapo.

“The plan is to pick up my brother in-law; the one I have been telling you about.”

“That’s it?” asked Dapo in mild surprise.

“Yup, my in-law the billionaire is going to be kidnapped and nothing will come out of it even if we are caught, because my sister will protect me and by proxy all of us see?”

“You know you are a perfect idiot Yomi. So why didn’t you think of this sooner and just make us suffer unnecessarily?” asked Dapo menacingly before delivering a solid punch on the bulging biceps of Yomi’s right arm.

“Owww! What was that for!” yelled Yomi.

“For wasting three years of my life when I could have been a blooming billionaire by now,” retorted Dapo as he hijacked a bottle of beer from someone next to him.

Dapo had attended the same secondary school with Yomi and had dropped out at the same time and for the same reasons. They had been buddies even then…but over the years they had become closer than brothers. Once, Yomi had been arrested for being in possession of hard drugs and Dapo had rescued him from the police who were taking him away, by inciting a mob against them. The police fled and Yomi ‘disappeared’ in the ensuing confusion.

“We’re travelling tomorrow,” Yomi yelled after him, but the noise was too much. There was booze and naturally the spirits of the boys rose. Yomi got up and trailed after his friend. He knew Dapo was sulking so he had to pacify him somehow. He stepped out, and caught up with him.

“I’ll take you out to lunch” began Yomi.

“You’ll do better than lunch,” replied Dapo, warming up to the negotiation.

“Okay, lunch and chilled wine.”

“Lunch and two bottles of chilled wine,” said Dapo, walking a little faster.

Yomi groaned in anticipation of how much he would have to spend.

“Fine,” he said.

They turned down the street to the nearest bar and sat at a table discussing the plans for the next day. They would not return for several days perhaps. Yomi still had to remember the exact location, but then Dapo was good with rural areas. Once he knew the name of the locality, he would go underground to his godfathers and trace the place.


Olu Longe walked round his home carefully for the last time. Everything had to be just right, including the drugged wine his wife would drink…not enough to make her sleep outright, but just enough to dull her senses and put her conscious mind ‘under’ so he could have access to her subconscious mind.

When he was certain that all was right, he sat on the floor of his bedroom atop a black cloth placed upon a small platform, and held a bowl of blood in his hands wrapped in a black cloth. The incantations were simple and short. Something stirred within the bowl of blood…it began to boil and a vapour like substance drifted up out of it. He knew it was one of the Earth Mothers and immediately averted his eyes as was their custom. He had known instinctively from the moment the blood began to boil.

He hadn’t expected an Earth Mother to show up, he had thought a spirit or at best a fallen angel would be sent, but an Earth Mother! This was obviously very important. He felt slightly nervous being in the presence of an Earth Mother…some said Earth Mothers were spirits, some said they were human with special powers of longevity; but all agreed that they were the most powerful beings in the universe. Fallen angels could be bound but not Earth Mothers.

They received direct instructions from the Lord of Darkness himself. They were the ones that were known in the Christian Bible as Principalities…mortals possessed spirit soul and body by fallen angels. Their bodies had been inherited by fallen angels from generation to generation for hundreds of centuries through ancient covenants with ancient families, and had become something other than mortal flesh by reason of their dedicated use for spiritual things.

They had created knowingly or not, a parody of the glorified body spoken of in the bible. Earth Mothers had no need for food or the relieving of their bowels or any such mundane thing. They were called ‘Mothers’ only because they were responsible for birthing the plans and agendas of the kingdom of Darkness into the Earth realm…not because they were female…as to their gender…it didn’t exist on earth.

He had been given things to eat and drink on his visit to the old man, and had been told never to talk about it…he couldn’t have even if he tried anyway. His mind had been blocked somehow so that every time he thought about it, he came up blank…until a few weeks ago when it all started coming back.

He had had a dream and they had come into his room…the ancient ones all clad in black wearing masks…or perhaps their faces were masks. They were dressed like masquerades and they chanted softly and slowly.

He had been taught many things in the dream, most of which he only remembered by instinct, and only when the need arose. He had found that he could do and say many things out of sheer instinct than memory…like the incantations he had just chanted…it wasn’t in his memory, yet he knew them by instinct as sure as he knew his ‘Two Times Table’ by heart.

That was why he was bothered about the memories of his past that kept coming back to him…memories he could not relate with…memories that were strange to him.

He had always considered himself to be the son of late Chief Longe from whom he had inherited his wealth…he even had photographs to prove that he was the son and only child of late Chief Longe…so how come he was now receiving a different set of memories…piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle…as at yet he didn’t have mental images of people…only of places…but one memory never seemed to leave his mind…always it whispered in the background…You are Olumide…son of Tunji Falana!

















Funmi flipped through the TV channels idly till she came to a News Channel. The last few days had come and gone like a blur, for she had little recollection of what she had said or done. But it had always been like that for both of them…she and her identical twin sister Funke.

It felt like they shared the same body because they thought the same things, said the same things and did the same things. But the funny thing was that they did all these at the same time.

Eventually their uncle had had to withdraw them from school when they had almost been mobbed for being ‘witches’. But that was like five years ago, just when they were about to sit for the WAEC exams, so they had been home schooled and prepared for the GCE exams, but that didn’t happen either, and for the same reasons.

Ever since then, their uncle had kept them at home, resenting them for what they were and gradually coming to hate them with a passion…but that was OK because he had hated their dad too with the same passion, and eventually murdered him.

The twins had learnt from their unpleasant experiences that it wasn’t normal and so had devised means by which they each took turns in speaking and responding so they could be ‘normal’.

“Good evening, I am Kemi Longe and this is StoryBoard TV presenting for africanfantasystories.com…” the TV News Presenter looked fabulous.

“A new kind of crime appears to be evolving in the new city of Ibaje, where criminals seemingly possessed of supernatural powers, continue to elude the police. Details later tonight.” Funmi lowered the volume and turned her attention inwards.

There were things their father had written in his journal so long ago. Funmi remembered back then when she was still a child, she and her sister would wake up in the middle of the night and wander into their father’s bedroom. He would always be writing, until one night they stumbled on him talking…but talking no one they could see.

Their father knew he had been caught red handed so he tried to explain as best as he could in his own way.

“You see this note book here? This is my journal. Everything is written in here, so one day when you get older you will find it and read it,” that was what their father had told them. He wasn’t much of a talker.

Their mother had died even earlier still and up till now no one had been able to explain the circumstances surrounding her death. Relatives had told them that their mother had ‘gone to be with the Lord’…whatever that meant!

On the day their father died, they had heard him screaming but were too scared to go to his room, so they had huddled together in bed in terror, till they heard the door of a car slam outside down below.

As they peeped out through the curtains they had seen their uncle reverse and drive out of the premises. He had been challenged by the security man but had been shot down. The sound of the gun hadn’t been louder than a clap. It was years later before they got to know about how silencers worked with guns.

They had searched for their dad’s journal but had been forced to come to the conclusion that their uncle had taken it on the day he had murdered their father.

They had obsessed over it but after so many long years, things had come full circle. They had confronted their uncle with the murder of their father…they were old enough now. It was now time for him to bear the consequences of his actions…her sister had begged to kill him and she had wanted privacy…after all, Funmi had been the one who had tortured him for hours, even long after the journal had been retrieved from him…so now Funke got to kill him…

Funmi listened for a while to the news and then got up to go into her uncle’s bedroom smiling…Funke was cheating…she was torturing before killing…she was only meant to kill him…torturing had been Funmi’s own reward.

“Are you ready sister?” she asked as she stepped into the bedroom.

“Yes, it’s done,” replied Funke. They exchanged pleased glances.

“I will dispose of our uncle. The world is ready to meet us,” said Funmi, not taking her eyes off her sister for one moment.

They stared long and hard at each other because they knew their life was about to begin.

“So we go in search of the Old Man now right sister?” asked Funke, shifting from one leg to the other.

“Yes, after I dispose of the body. Do you feel our bond growing stronger sister?” asked Funmi moving closer to her sister.

“Yes I do. I feel like I’m you,” said Funke, embracing her sister.

“And I am you,” replied Funmi.

“We must find the Old Man dad spoke of in his journal. He will explain this to us.” Funke turned to stare at her uncle lying in a pool of blood on the floor behind the bed.

“Yes but I feel we can no longer have two names,” Funmi turned at the same moment to stare at their uncle on the ground.

“As do I, but I prefer Funmi to Funke,” said Funke.

“Then so be it. We are Funmi,” said Funmi.

“Yes we are Funmi…Funmi Falana. But I think the surname is now inappropriate.”

“Yes we have become less than Falanas have we not?” asked Funmi rhetorically.

“Yes, we have fallen,” answered Funke.

“Then we should answer to our new name.”

“Yes. We are Funmi. Funmi Fallen”. Funke absentmindedly stroked her uncle’s hair matted in blood. She had used an axe to murder her uncle. She had watched the shock in his eyes as she turned him around before striking the blow that severed his right ankle joint.

“So are you going to tell us where you hid our father’s journal?” she had asked him, not really expecting an answer, for she continued slowly to sever different joints in his body.

Of course her uncle was more than eager to tell her not only where the journal was but also the entire history of the relationship that had existed between him and their father…then Funke had killed him with the axe.

“We’ll go together to dispose of the body,” said Funke as she wrapped her arm around her sister’s waist. Together they went back to their bedroom upstairs to retrieve the journal.

“Then we’ll go together to look for the Old Man,” smiled Funmi.







Introducing Funmi Fallen!

Funmi Fallen (original name – (Funmi Falana) is the first Christian novel I have written that spends a lot of time developing the evil characters. This is because believers have no idea how much the Wicked have given up or done in order to achieve their ends. The truth is that we are either consecrated to evil or to good…to life or to death.

They still erroneously believe that the mere mention of the name of Jesus will instantly put their enemies to flight. If it were so, then won’t the Church be triumphant in power today?

It takes a great deal of consecration, steadfastness, faithfulness and much more to be able to put one’s enemies to flight by the mere mention of that most powerful Name!

Funmi Fallen is the story of twin sisters whose late father was a powerful warlock that performed a daring experiment. You have heard of Siamese twins…twins joined in one part of their body…this was the nature of the experiment Dejo Falana performed…except that instead of joining their bodies, he joined their spirits together…one spirit dwelling in two bodies.

It was an experiment that he hoped would eventually parody the Holy Trinity…Three Persons in One God!

But alas his life was cut short by his jealous uncle. His daughters discovered their father’s journal and went in search of a mysterious Old Man who had been their father’s mentor.

They hoped to complete what their father started and become the most powerful witches ever to exist!

This story is a treatise showing that we are in a daily minute by minute war! It shows how the believer can lose all and yet gain ALL!

There are many ‘Funmi Fallens’ in this world…many men and women, boys and girls who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

At the end of this book I want to have shown clearly through this story how Christians can and should stop at NOTHING in order to achieve the goals of Heaven…to have fought the good fight of faith and have laid up for them…the crown of righteousness!

Please do not miss out on any chapter of the book…it is loaded with eye openers…you have read Gods of the Earth, Music of the gods, Countdown to Eternity…but you have not yet read…FUNMI FALLEN!!!

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Anthony Livingstone

I am Dominion! Chapters 7-9

Chapter 7

Pastor Emmanuel came out of his car slowly and looked at the children playing football on the field. He had never been here before, even when things were still good with his late brother…he hadn’t even known that his sister in law was the Principal of a school, for back then he had only been interested in Ministry…even his own nuclear family had suffered neglect at his hands. He had been an extremist…he knew that now…

It had been through Facebook and Google that he had finally traced the address of his sister in law’s work place to this school, and as he walked into the administrative building, he did so with a certain amount of trepidation and nervousness.

He did not know how he would be received…but the Lord had commanded that he find her…he must trust that the lord would work something out for the good of them both.

The receptionist politely asked him to sit down and wait a few minutes as the principal was meeting with some parents.

He looked around the reception and out of the window at the sprawling school compound…his sister in law had done very well for herself…as he wondered about how much his nephew would have grown, a door opened and the parents came out into the reception room accompanied by his sister in law…

Pastor Emmanuel stood up…not quite certain if she would still recognize him or if she would receive him…she didn’t look his way until she had ushered her visitors out of the room.

“Welcome brother!” she said with a smile, curtseying slightly as she ushered her brother in law into her office.

“I have been expecting you…the Holy Spirit told me to expect you,” she said with a sad smile…tears welled up in her eyes and her voice became laden with emotion.

“Ever since my husband died, I have nursed a great hatred in my heart for you for over three years…it was the grace of God that kept me from cursing you as you cursed my husband…but God spoke to me clearly not too long ago…he told me…no, he begged me to forgive you and let it go…”

Pastor Emmanuel was heartbroken and cried like a baby as he listened to his sister in law…he didn’t know when he fell on his knees…a totally broken man…he was unaware of his sister in law coming round her table to pat him on the back and try to get him back on his feet…he refused to get up…so she knelt beside him and cradled his head in her arms…

“I’m so sorry…so sorry…” the pastor kept repeating…

“I forgive you, my dear brother in law,” Mrs Emmanuel Snr said softly.

Those were the words that stopped the tears from the pastor’s eyes…almost like magic…he looked up into his sister in law’s eyes, not yet quite daring to believe…

“Jesus died for me and I still sin daily you know…yet he continues to forgive…I know you are truly sorry…and I too let go…it is forgiven…and in a short while from now, I hope it will also be forgotten as the Spirit of the Lord gives me grace, and heals me…”

That was how the breach had been repaired…

You don’t know how much you have made me proud today!

Mrs. Emmanuel Snr laid on her bed that night trying to put her thoughts together when the quiet words came into her mind.

“I did lord?”

Yes…woman of God…and because you have honoured Me…not with your lips…but with your behaviour…because you have worshipped Me…not with your songs…but with forgiveness that came from your heart…from today, there is nothing you can ask of Me that shall not be given…even if I do not have it…I will create it for you!

“He called me woman of God” whispered Mrs. Emmanuel tearfully for the umpteenth time as she eventually drifted off to sleep, her eyes were still wet with tears…and even as she slept…several tear drops still rolled down her cheeks.

They materialized slowly beside her bed on either side…four Warrior Angels…they had been given charge over her, to bear her up lest she dash her feet against a stone…this one was royalty to them…and they would treat her like one…


Pastor Emmanuel exhausted himself in Praise, followed by deep praying in the spirit…he sensed he had ‘broken’ something today, but he didn’t quite know what.

The humility to seek forgiveness breaks many yokes…Pride is bondage…now you are free…now you can receive…now doors shall open!

He was thankful…he was grateful…he did not see his wife checking in on him as he lay on his face in their living room…he did not see the tears in her eyes as she thanked God for bringing restoration…he did not see her as she went to their bedroom to give thanks…

But it was your prayers…all these years my daughter…my secret Watch Man…you brought all of this to birth…see…I have opened your womb…not because of what you have done…but because the pride in your husband has been broken…by this time next year…you will surely hold your own son in your hands!

Mrs. Emmanuel Jnr was a simple house wife with little or no skills in the real world…but she had been taught of the lord how to pray…she had graduated from secondary school, but had been unable to pursue further education due to funds constraints.

Her husband had met her in the village and the rest was history. When her husband had moved them to Lagos to join his older brother in Ministry she had secretly nursed the desire to complete her education and be like her sister in law who was well educated and had a good job but…

I like you as you are…

That settled it for her…if the Lord liked her to remain a house wife then that was the best plan for her life…in retrospect she now began to understand the wisdom of the lord…for where would she have had the time to pray for her husband 4 -5 hours daily, whenever he left for work?

There is a battle that is coming! Many will perish…many will survive but with scars to show…they plan to invade the earth, as they did in Gen 6:4. They will take possession of men and through intercourse with women, they will bear sons in their own image…

“Can you not prevent them my Lord?” Mrs. Emmanuel Jnr had asked then…

I’m afraid not…I do not have power over the Wills of men…they are sovereign…free to make their own decisions and choices as they please…and many will willingly open their souls for the inhabitation of demons…so the prayer cover was too insignificant when prevention was still possible…now we can only hope to contain the danger!

“Then I will play my part Lord…even to the death!”

Yes… I know that now…you and your sister in law…even I do not know how it all ends…till it ends…for Man’s will is powerful! He determines his own future…and every now and then…a person who is destined for greatness may very well at the last minute abort his greatness…like Peter who swore never to deny his Lord…and yet…

“What would you have me do my Lord?”

Watch and pray…build up prayer cover for the coming battle!

“What is prayer cover Lord?” Mrs. Emmanuel asked, wondering at the ease with which she was able to hear the lord on this particular day, and determined to make the most of it.

It is the steady continuous stream of prayer for protection and guidance and deliverance that an intercessor offers on the behalf of others…thus reinforcements from above are added layer upon layer…thus the hosts of heaven are summoned to battle on their behalf, as they did when King Jehoshaphat was surrounded by three armies and only the choir was able to stand in the gap…it was because they were Levites…they had dedicated their lives from the beginning to the service of the Lord…they had prayed and praised continuously…they had built up heavenly reinforcements on behalf of Israel continuously…they had kept open a portal to and fro from heaven…

“Jacob’s Ladder!” she replied, astonished at this revelation.

Am I a Levite Lord?” she asked shyly.

We shall see when the time comes my child! For in that day I shall ask…who is on the Lord’s side? As did Moses not so long ago…and those who indeed are, shall respond…as did all who are named as heroes of the Faith in Hebrews 11…for even though they did not obtain the promise…yet were they faithful till the end…

“And…have I been faithful Lord?” she pressed further.

Yes, my child… but faithfulness is required till death…if need be…

“Must I die to prove myself faithful Lord?”

Everyone who is faithful must die to sin and self…for faithfulness is the total lack of any other love but Mine…

Heb 12:4 Ye have not yet resisted unto blood, striving against sin.

Acts 5:41 And they departed from the presence of the council, rejoicing that they were counted worthy to suffer shame for his name.

Rom 8:18 For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

The scriptures suddenly began assailing her mind like bolts of lightning!

She now understood what faithfulness meant…it was not only about keeping one’s self pure from sin…it was about keeping the self, crucified on the cross…so that the New Man might live…about keeping one’s self unspotted from the world and its ways of doing things…it was a deliberate act of the will to refuse to be conformed to the world’s patterns…time and time again…till the things of this world begin to lose their hold on the heart…

Gal 5:24 And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.

“Yes Lord, I see it now…one could keep from sinning and yet give Self unrestrained freedom, through indulging the flesh in sensual pleasures…or allowing emotion to override the spirit in acts that are detrimental to character…worse still…one can get so entangled with the world systems as to be trapped in it…maybe forever.”

Yes…1Cor 9:27 But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.

2Pet 2:20 For if after they have escaped the pollutions of the world through the knowledge of the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, they are again entangled therein, and overcome, the latter end is worse with them than the beginning.

Mrs. Emmanuel Jnr had already made up her mind…she would become an enemy of her Self…everything her Self desired to do she would deny! It would include her Self’s ambitions, plans, everything! Mentally she served her Self notice…the war had begun!

For she had finally realized that if she was not serving Self’s ambitions and desires…it opened the way to serve the Spirit’s ambitions and desires for her…she was a servant to something or someone…it was the way Man was designed…to be a servant!

Rom 6:16,18 Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness?

Being then made free from sin, ye became the servants of righteousness…


Chapter 8

Dominion had suddenly become the genius of the class! Everyone was amazed at the way he had suddenly shot up to the top of the class literally overnight. Of course his stock in trade answer to how he did it was ‘Study!’…which was true…except that he wasn’t studying by himself…he had a new Teacher now…who kept him on his toes.

But today Dominion wasn’t in a studying mood, he just wanted to do some thinking about life…a thought had crept into his mind a few days ago…he knew it wasn’t the Lord talking…he would have recognized His voice…but this thought didn’t want to go away, so he picked up his bible finally and opened to the scripture that had been bothering him…

Heb 11: 37-39 They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being destitute, afflicted, tormented; 

(Of whom the world was not worthy:) they wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.

And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise: 

What did the bible mean…’of whom the world was not worthy?’…it could only mean that the world did not deserve to have the kind of people mentioned in those verses of scripture…another scripture came to mind…

Heb 11:13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.

Strangers and pilgrims on earth! Was that the sum total of the Christian’s life on earth…and why didn’t they obtain the promise in spite of holding out till the end? It was at times like this that he wished the Holy Spirit would talk to him…but even when he brought out his Maths books in hopes of coaxing the Holy Spirit to teach him…there was nothing…

Scriptures like this kept him subdued and sober…he wondered what it would take for his mind to shift to a point where he would see himself as just a stranger and pilgrim on the earth…because apparently such people were those who had not become conformed to the world, as he had read before in Romans 12.

He knew he nursed an ambition to become a computer scientist…he wanted to be fulfilled in life…he wanted to be known for something good…

Yes…that’s what your Self wants…he wants to be Self-fulfilled…Paul was Self-fulfilled too…till he met Me…then all he wanted afterwards was what I wanted…you will get to that place too son…

Phil 3:8 Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,

You cannot win me any other way son…till you count every other thing but dung…you must truly find the one pearl for which you will sell all other things in order to purchase that one single pearl…

God…he had missed that voice! He hadn’t heard the Lord speak except through his Word for several weeks now…he was grateful…

He knew now what to do, for he had been given clear direction…it wasn’t about what he wanted to study…it was about what Self wanted to become…for if he spent his life on becoming what Self wanted to become…how would he then become what God wanted him to become?

So he would finish his studies, then let God decide what he wanted to do with him…because at some point in his life, he would pray for his own Damascus Experience…at some point he would give his life over to God…not the way he had been taught to do at the New Birth…but this time in reality…he would literally hand over his life to God to do with as He pleased!

It was the Damascus Experience that had changed Paul entirely…it wouldn’t hurt for Christ to confront him…as he did Paul…as he had wrestled with Jacob and dislocated his thigh…no the hurt would be a blessing…for then he knew he would be totally His…spirit, soul and body…

He stood up, renewed in his mind and spiritual strength…it was time to pray…he rather liked praying in the spirit, even though he prayed with his mind…but he had long since discovered that when he prayed for hours with his spirit…it was easier for him to resist youthful lusts…something just seemed to rise up within him and repel the temptations…

Furthermore, he had found that it made him lose interest in the movies, music and novels that his colleagues often indulged in…he did too, every now and then…knowing how it was sapping his spiritual strength…but now, he knew he had to consecrate his Will…he would not do anything any further to please his Self!

He paced up and down his room, talking to God about his new resolution…he pledged his life anew, and his mind and affections he submitted as instruments of righteousness unto the Lord…he asked for forgiveness of sins…for the books he had read…the movies he had watched…the music he had listened to, knowing full well they were all of the world…

As he began to pray with his spirit…new prayer points began popping into his mind…he asked God to heal and restore his conscience back to the tender state it had been in before his entanglements with the world…he asked God to restore his spiritual appetite for the Word…for prayer…for worship…for obedience…for serving…

Then he exploded into tongues…and lost track of time…he was aware he was pacing up and down…but his mind was not there…it had been taken elsewhere…he was seeing a terrific ongoing battle…several dark Beings stood against him and no help was to be found…he saw that he held a long sharp two-edged sword in his hand…and a shield on his other arm…he saw that he wore a breast plate of some kind of armour.

He saw that he was strong…he beat back his attackers…then he slipped and fell…and they were upon him in an instant!

Guard against slipping up…for in the near future temptation will try to get its hold on you and you may slip and never recover…beware!

Suddenly he was back in his room! He stopped praying and looked at his wristwatch…he had been praying for three and a half hours!


Chapter 9

Prophet Faleke was not used to drinking, in fact he never drank…he believed it was detrimental to his spiritual powers, for that was what his father had taught him, and that if he never married he would be better off…he had tried marriage once, but it had failed and his wife had left him because of the nature of his work.

But that wasn’t his problem now…his problem was that the spirits that had taken possession of him almost three weeks ago after his first close encounter with them, liked to drink! They loved the taste of alcohol and its effect…they lived vicariously through Faleke’s body and used every pleasure and emotion they could squeeze out of him relentlessly…

Thus Faleke had found himself compelled to pay for the services of loose women in order to satisfy their urges…sometimes thrice a day and four or five times a week, they were simply insatiable!

He had tried to resist once…it had been the greatest mistake of his life…for they had suddenly increased his heartbeat and he felt he was going to have a heart attack, like his father before him…his pressure had increased till he was so breathless he had started hyperventilating and became too weak to even move around…as his eyes began to swim with tears and dizziness, he had capitulated.

“I’m sorry sirs, let me go and do your bidding at once!” he had managed to croak, and immediately all the symptoms had disappeared.

Now along with the beer and stout and other forms of liquor he was forced to drink, they had requested him to begin smoking as well…all his accolades had left him, for they thought he had finally run mad.

The cult members under him had tried to avoid him too…so imagine his surprise when the spirits within him had transported him physically one night to each of their houses where he had been told to warn them to attend a scheduled meeting or face the wrath of the spirits…they had been shocked!

How could he have entered houses that were so well protected without anyone knowing? But when they saw him vanish before their very eyes, they knew that his power had gone up another notch…no one dared question his authority since then…some of their wives were still in trauma and shock from the experience, not really knowing what their husbands were into…

Tonight was another scheduled meeting…the big one…though they did not know it yet…tonight was the night of their Initiation…they too would be taken away through the portal of the Sacred Drum to experience what he had experienced not so long ago…and they would not come back alone…it was the Night of the Many Possessions!

There were two knocks followed by three sharp raps on the door and Faleke opened to admit Ayorinde…he had been sufficiently chastised a long time ago to become the most ardent cult member.

A little while later the others began arriving…no one brought their flashy cars…just taxis that dropped them very far from the place, so they couldn’t be traced…it was a new precaution that Prophet Faleke had put in place by order of his indwelling spirits.

As they all gathered around the Sacred Drum, Faleke performed the traditional Encircling Ritual, beating the Drum four times…then they all sat on the floor around the Drum and waited…


Dominion didn’t always attend Services, in fact he didn’t attend any particular church…he spent most of his Sundays poring over the Word and praying…almost the whole day through…it was the one day when he simply just didn’t feel like eating any physical food…the Word seemed to fill him…he never felt hungry on Sundays, so he didn’t like to refer to it as a Fast.

But on this particular Sunday, he felt like visiting a particular church just down his street…it was a new church with less than 50 members…he had been there before, thrice…he liked the pastor’s messages…he did not preach…instead he took a book of the bible and expounded its teachings to the flock…and he was certainly a good teacher!

The last time he attended Service, it had been the book of 1st Corinthians, and he had thoroughly enjoyed the teaching…how he wished many more would just teach what the bible had already preached instead of joining scriptures together to form new messages!

He had long discovered that each book of the New Testament was full of doctrines that was enough for any believer to study for a life time and still not get everything out of it…he guessed that was the meaning of being built upon the foundation of the prophets as the bible taught…

Ephesians 2:19-20 Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints, and of the household of God;  

And are built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the chief corner stone;

Doctrines were foundational teachings…precept upon precept…line upon line…they laid down the principles of the Gospel of Salvation.

Heb 6:1 Therefore leaving the principles of the doctrine of Christ, let us go on unto perfection; not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works, and of faith toward God,

Apparently the writer of Hebrews assumed that the Hebrew Christians ought to have not only learnt but also developed the principles of the doctrine of Christ in their lives…yet he was wrong…

Heb 5:12 For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat.

He wondered why people who had sat under the ministry of such apostles as Paul and Peter and John…who actually lived in their times and probably had heard their letters read out to them, why would they become such as had need of milk and not of strong meat again?

He had long since understood that most churches simply taught the milk of the Word…their flocks never seemed to grow beyond the milk of the Word…the benefits of Salvation…its side attractions…prosperity…success…dominion…self-fulfilment…they never seemed to move on to the meat of the Word.

Once he had been an ardent active member of a church…he had once been a worship leader…but all the church seemed to want to do was utilize the talents of the youth to gain more followers…and all the messages seemed to centre generally on ‘How to make it in this Life’…at least that was his own paraphrase and description of how all the messages seemed to be content wise.

He had left that church to attend another one, but it was the same story…church was just a place where people could practise their talents…and learn about how to move ahead in this world…

Today he had a strong desire to visit the small church down the road…to participate in their worship…he had noticed that they did not follow any stereotyped form of worship…sometimes it was a member of the congregation that felt led to come and lead…sometimes it was the pastor that led…there was no worship team…anyone could just come up to the podium and lead Worship…

He got to church early and joined several others who were busy cleaning the small premises…the pastor arrived on a motor bike and smiled cheerily at everyone…

“God bless you my people!” he said quietly.

“And you too sir”, they all chorused…someone tried to collect his bible and briefcase from him but he politely declined as he went inside.

The keyboardist left off dusting the chairs and went to switch on the equipment and test the sound…it was just a keyboard and drums anyway so there wasn’t much testing to do…

The church started filling up as he began to play worship choruses…this time, Dominion sat in front and moved towards the podium…he felt as though he were being propelled there…like someone was gripping his shoulders and pushing him forward.

“You are Alpha and Omega, we worship you our God…you are worthy to be praised…” Dominion always began with his favourite worship song…it was the story of his life…that God was his beginning and would be his end…he had so determined it in his heart!

There really wasn’t any order of service…the pastor always prayed first that the Holy Spirit should lead the Service…so they simply waited on him in faith…whenever the Worship finished was when the pastor would mount the pulpit…most times nothing spectacular happened, but they all believed they were honouring God by not putting up their own agenda…their own order of Service…

But today wasn’t going to be a normal Service obviously…for as Worship moved on…people began to switch into praying in the spirit as though by mutual consent…Dominion continued singing…until he felt a tremor beneath his feet…he opened his eyes to look around…but everyone was too deep in the lord to have noticed anything.

He had started winding up when he felt the tremor again…a little more violently…then there were cries from all over the church…they had felt it too!

The chairs were sliding around the hall…yet no one appeared to be afraid…they fell on their faces and cried unto the Lord…they seemed to know it was a Visitation!

Suddenly a brilliant light like several waves rolled in through the open front door and lit up the small hall…Dominion fell on his face…he felt weak…he did not dare look up…he could hear voices singing, but very faintly…in the light…he couldn’t hear the words…the voices sounded like several little drops of water dropping into a bucket half full…it made a lovely tinkling sound…

Finally he lifted up his head slightly and saw that the bright rolling light had gone…in its place the chairs were all glowing…people were still on the ground…he looked around for the pastor and saw him weeping on the floor in a corner…he knew the Service had just ended…the Lord had come and done whatever it had pleased him to do…things would change in people’s life…except that it may not be About their finances or promotions…

He knew God well enough to know that God’s first priority was always from an eternal perspective, not from a material one…God wanted souls not only to be saved…but also to grow…

Eph 4:13-15 Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fulness of Christ: 

That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;

But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ:

He did not see the man that ran out of the hall suddenly…he was too busy thanking God for what he had done in his life…God did not visit without leaving gifts…without leaving his imprint on his people…





Okonkwo  is a wealthy and respected warrior of the Umuofia clan, a lower Nigerian tribe that is part of a consortium of nine connected villages. He is haunted by the actions of Unoka, his cowardly and spendthrift father, who died in disrepute, leaving many village debts unsettled. In response, Okonkwo became a clansman, warrior, farmer, and family provider extraordinaire. He has a twelve-year-old son named Nwoye whom he finds lazy; Okonkwo worries that Nwoye will end up a failure like Unoka.

In a settlement with a neighboring tribe, Umuofia wins a virgin and a fifteen-year-old boy. Okonkwo takes charge of the boy, Ikemefuna, and finds an ideal son in him. Nwoye likewise forms a strong attachment to the newcomer. Despite his fondness for Ikemefuna and despite the fact that the boy begins to call him “father,” Okonkwo does not let himself show any affection for him.

During the Week of Peace, Okonkwo accuses his youngest wife, Ojiugo, of negligence. He severely beats her, breaking the peace of the sacred week. He makes some sacrifices to show his repentance, but he has shocked his community irreparably.

Ikemefuna stays with Okonkwo’s family for three years. Nwoye looks up to him as an older brother and, much to Okonkwo’s pleasure, develops a more masculine attitude. One day, the locusts come to Umuofia—they will come every year for seven years before disappearing for another generation. The village excitedly collects them because they are good to eat when cooked.

Ogbuefi Ezeudu, a respected village elder, informs Okonkwo in private that the Oracle has said that Ikemefuna must be killed. He tells Okonkwo that because Ikemefuna calls him “father,” Okonkwo should not take part in the boy’s death. Okonkwo lies to Ikemefuna, telling him that they must return him to his home village. Nwoye bursts into tears.

As he walks with the men of Umuofia, Ikemefuna thinks about seeing his mother. After several hours of walking, some of Okonkwo’s clansmen attack the boy with machetes. Ikemefuna runs to Okonkwo for help. But Okonkwo, who doesn’t wish to look weak in front of his fellow tribesmen, cuts the boy down despite the Oracle’s admonishment. When Okonkwo returns home, Nwoye deduces that his friend is dead.

Okonkwo sinks into a depression, neither able to sleep nor eat. He visits his friend Obierika and begins to feel revived a bit. Okonkwo’s daughter Ezinma falls ill, but she recovers after Okonkwo gathers leaves for her medicine.

The death of Ogbuefi Ezeudu is announced to the surrounding villages by means of the ekwe, a musical instrument. Okonkwo feels guilty because the last time Ezeudu visited him was to warn him against taking part in Ikemefuna’s death. At Ogbuefi Ezeudu’s large and elaborate funeral, the men beat drums and fire their guns. Tragedy compounds upon itself when Okonkwo’s gun explodes and kills Ogbuefi Ezeudu’s sixteen-year-old son.

Because killing a clansman is a crime against the earth goddess, Okonkwo must take his family into exile for seven years in order to atone. He gathers his most valuable belongings and takes his family to his mother’s natal village, Mbanta. The men from Ogbuefi Ezeudu’s quarter burn Okonkwo’s buildings and kill his animals to cleanse the village of his sin.

Okonkwo’s kinsmen, especially his uncle, Uchendu, receive him warmly. They help him build a new compound of huts and lend him yam seeds to start a farm. Although he is bitterly disappointed at his misfortune, Okonkwo reconciles himself to life in his motherland.

During the second year of Okonkwo’s exile, Obierika brings several bags of cowries (shells used as currency) that he has made by selling Okonkwo’s yams. Obierika plans to continue to do so until Okonkwo returns to the village. Obierika also brings the bad news that Abame, another village, has been destroyed by the white man.

Soon afterward, six missionaries travel to Mbanta. Through an interpreter named Mr. Kiaga, the missionaries’ leader, Mr Brown, speaks to the villagers. He tells them that their gods are false and that worshipping more than one God is idolatrous. But the villagers do not understand how the Holy Trinity can be accepted as one God. Although his aim is to convert the residents of Umuofia to Christianity, Mr. Brown does not allow his followers to antagonize the clan.

Mr. Brown grows ill and is soon replaced by Reverend James Smith, an intolerant and strict man. The more zealous converts are relieved to be free of Mr. Brown’s policy of restraint. One such convert, Enoch, dares to unmask an egwugwu during the annual ceremony to honor the earth deity, an act equivalent to killing an ancestral spirit. The next day, the egwugwu burn Enoch’s compound and Reverend Smith’s church to the ground.

The District Commissioner is upset by the burning of the church and requests that the leaders of Umuofia meet with him. Once they are gathered, however, the leaders are handcuffed and thrown in jail, where they suffer insults and physical abuse.

After the prisoners are released, the clansmen hold a meeting, during which five court messengers approach and order the clansmen to desist. Expecting his fellow clan members to join him in uprising, Okonkwo kills their leader with his machete. When the crowd allows the other messengers to escape, Okonkwo realizes that his clan is not willing to go to war.

When the District Commissioner arrives at Okonkwo’s compound, he finds that Okonkwo has hanged himself. Obierika and his friends lead the commissioner to the body. Obierika explains that suicide is a grave sin; thus, according to custom, none of Okonkwo’s clansmen may touch his body. The commissioner, who is writing a book about Africa, believes that the story of Okonkwo’s rebellion and death will make for an interesting paragraph or two. He has already chosen the book’s title: The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.