Chinua Achebe – A Great African Writer!

GREAT AFRICAN WRITERS!

CHINUA ACHEBE

Chinua Achebe is a Nigerian novelist and author of ‘Things Fall Apart,’ a work that in part led to his being called the ‘patriarch of the African novel.’

Who Was Chinua Achebe?

Born in Nigeria in 1930, Chinua Achebe made a splash with the publication of his first novel, Things Fall Apart, in 1958. Renowned as one of the seminal works of African literature, it has since sold more than 20 million copies and been translated into more than 50 languages. Achebe followed with novels such as No Longer at Ease (1960), Arrow of God (1964) and Anthills of the Savannah (1987), and served as a faculty member at renowned universities in the U.S. and Nigeria. He died on March 21, 2013, at age 82, in Boston, Massachusetts.

Early Years and Career

Famed writer and educator Chinua Achebe was born Albert Chinualumogu Achebe on November 16, 1930, in the Igbo town of Ogidi in eastern Nigeria. After becoming educated in English at University College (now the University of Ibadan) and a subsequent teaching stint, Achebe joined the Nigerian Broadcasting Corporation in 1961 as director of external broadcasting. He would serve in that role until 1966.

‘Things Fall Apart’

In 1958, Achebe published his first novel: Things Fall Apart. The groundbreaking novel centers on the clash between native African culture and the influence of white Christian missionaries and the colonial government in Nigeria. An unflinching look at the discord, the book was a startling success and became required reading in many schools across the world.

‘No Longer at Ease’ and Teaching Positions

 

The 1960s proved to be a productive period for Achebe. In 1961, he married Christie Chinwe Okoli, with whom he would go on to have four children, and it was during this decade he wrote the follow-up novels to Things Fall Apart: No Longer at Ease (1960) and Arrow of God (1964), as well as A Man of the People (1966). All address the issue of traditional ways of life coming into conflict with new, often colonial, points of view.

 

In 1967, Chinua Achebe and poet Christopher Okigbo co-founded the Citadel Press, intended to serve as an outlet for a new kind of African-oriented children’s books. Okigbo was killed shortly afterward in the Nigerian civil war, and two years later, Achebe toured the United States with fellow writers Gabriel Okara and Cyprian Ekwensi to raise awareness of the conflict back home, giving lectures at various universities.

 

Through the 1970s, Achebe served in faculty positions at the University of Massachusetts, the University of Connecticut and the University of Nigeria. During this time, he also served as director of two Nigerian publishing houses, Heinemann Educational Books Ltd. and Nwankwo-Ifejika Ltd.

 

On the writing front, Achebe remained highly productive in the early part of the decade, publishing several collections of short stories and a children’s book: How the Leopard Got His Claws (1972). Also released around this time were the poetry collection Beware, Soul Brother (1971) and Achebe’s first book of essays, Morning Yet on Creation Day (1975).

 

In 1975, Achebe delivered a lecture at UMass titled “An Image of Africa: Racism in Conrad’s Heart of Darkness,” in which he asserted that Joseph Conrad’s famous novel dehumanizes Africans. When published in essay form, it went on to become a seminal postcolonial African work.

Later Work and Accolades

 

The year 1987 brought the release of Achebe’s Anthills of the Savannah. His first novel in more than 20 years, it was shortlisted for the Booker McConnell Prize. The following year, he published Hopes and Impediments.

 

The 1990s began with tragedy: Achebe was in a car accident in Nigeria that left him paralyzed from the waist down and would confine him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Soon after, he moved to the United States and taught at Bard College, just north of New York City, where he remained for 15 years. In 2009, Achebe left Bard to join the faculty of Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island, as the David and Marianna Fisher University professor and professor of Africana studies.

Chinua Achebe won several awards over the course of his writing career, including the Man Booker International Prize (2007) and the Dorothy and Lillian Gish Prize (2010). Additionally, he received honorary degrees from more than 30 universities around the world.

Chinua Achebe died on March 21, 2013, at the age of 82, in Boston, Massachusetts.

I am Dominion! Chapters 4 – 6

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The heart is not the same thing as the belly!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Emmanuel came in looking tired…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 I didn’t understand that one lord…

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

 

Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything you are eating,” she responded.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well the truth is…”

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

There…so that was it!

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

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

Kemi stared at him incredulously and then burst into laughter…

“That’s it?” she finally asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

FUNMI FALLEN PROLOGUE

 

FUNMI FALLEN!

Prologue

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.

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 in particular.

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. They 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 do the honours 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 uneasy 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.

“As do I,” 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 I do…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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am Dominion! Chapters 1 – 3 by Anthony Livingstone

Chapter 1

I am Dominion!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Amen!”

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you will not change your name?”

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello Man of God…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you Lord,” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

His mother looked at him with uncomprehending eyes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dominion leaned closer to his mother breathlessly…

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

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

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

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

“What else did he tell you mother?”

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

 

 

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

“I need a drink Dominion please?”

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

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

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

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

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

Of course you know you can’t marry her!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not necessarily,” replied Pastor Emmanuel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what sacrifice have you come to pledge?”

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

That was when he had another Knowing…

They are demons…fallen angels!

That was also when he had woken up suddenly…

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

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

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

Their goal has still not changed!

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

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

Tales from other worlds

The world of fantasy contains a myriad of universes peopled by the creations from the imaginations of gifted writers. The ability to create a credible believable world full of beings (whether human or not); complete with laws and rules governing each world is a tribute to the creative power inherent in Man.

In this blog, we will interview fantasy writers, review their work and methodology of writing; and present some of their works.

So if you are a fantasy writer (even a new one) please don’t hesitate to reach out to me at:

choiracademy22@gmail.com

We will contact you.

Anthony Livingstone