IF WITCHES WERE HORSES … Episode 35&36 – Kolade Segun Okeowo

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IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 35

They proceeded straight for Oyinkan’s ward room smiling and gisting silently as they went. Mrs. Paseda smiled as she opened the door, expecting to either meet Oyinkan taking a nap, watching the TV or eating. The sight that greeted the brethren was not only shocking but scary.

Oyinkan was not in the room. The bed had been neatly laid and the room tidied up. Unconsciously, the bag Mrs. Paseda was holding dropped from her hand as she stared at the empty bed!!! Fear gripped her and the other brethren as they stood there staring at one another, unsure of what to say!

The service was rounding up when the bus drove into the premises. Mrs. Duroteye’s voice rang out on the microphone as she gave testimony. She had requested for a special priviledge to give her testimony, so the resident pastor slotted her for the last item on the service for the day. She spared no detail in telling the whole church how she waited in the church for the vigil to start and never bothered to go home again.

She recounted how she was tempted to go back home when she realized that the money on her was not enough only for the Holy Spirit to instruct her to stay. She delved so much into the details that the entire church almost became bored of her testimony. On two occasions, ushers went to give her notes requesting her to round up. Each time she would say “am rounding up”

Words like “in conclusion”, “finally”, “lastly”, “to cut the long story short” “conclusively” featured severally in her testimony. When the Resident Pastor saw that Mrs. Durotoye was not going to drop the microphone on time despite the entreaties from the ushers, he stood and walked up to her smiling.

Mrs. Durotoye got the message, she smiled and dropped the microphone, just then Pastor Kalejaye and his entourage to Onigba-Iwofa came in with Morakinyo. A thunderous ovation greeted their arrival. Most of the church member had not seen Morakinyo in the last six months but had been hearing reports of the exploits God was using Morakinyo to do at Onigba-Iwofa.

Pastor Kalejaye spoke briefly to the congregation and apologized that they returned late from the trip to Onigba-Iwofa. He gave Morakinyo a chance to greet the church. Morakinyo thanked everyone for their massive support and prayers which helped him thus far at Onigba-Iwofa. He announced that he came back home to sort out some issues and will soon be back to the mission field at Onigba-Iwofa.

Gbayike was in the church. Where she sat, she was completely uncomfortable and ashamed of herself as she heard Morakinyo say he “came back home to sort out some issue” She knew her case was one of the issues he had come to sort out.

Her eyes searched around the altar to see if he came with his wife. She couldn’t see the woman and wondered why. Tears swelled up in her eyes again as she imagined what would have happened if she was by Morakinyo’s side on a day like this when the whole church applauded and celebrated him. She brought an handkerchief and wiped her tears.

One of the nurses on duty met Mrs. Paseda and her team at the side ward room in their confused state and offered them an explanation.

The patient in this room had been moved out to the general ward. Her condition has improved, so there was no need keeping her here any longer. Please check her in the Female Ward” The Nurse explained and left.

Mrs. Paseda and the brethren heaved a sigh of relief. Mrs. Paseda had imagined the worst. She was already having wild thoughts as to what could have happened to Oyin. They quickly dashed to the Female general Ward.

Pastor Kalejaye had hardly settled down in his office after the service when the secretary brought the note to him. Pastor frowned at the Secretary and asked. “Mrs. Komolafe, we just came back from a very tasking journey, can’t this wait till Tuesday or Wednesday?”

“Daddy I am sorry Sir. The woman who wrote this was here this morning before the service started. She insisted that this is urgent and has to do with Dr Olagunsoye”

The mention of the Morakinyo’s name awakened a sudden interest in Pastor Kalejaye. His coming to office was to relax a little and have a word with Morakinyo before going home after the service. The Pastor’s wife had left for the parsonage which was just about a hundred metres away from the church auditorium.

Pastor Kalejaye quickly tore through the letter and read. His expression brightened as he read the contents.

“Mrs. Komolafe…Please check Dr Olagunsoye outside, I saw him exchanging pleasantries with some brethren outside just now. Tell him I need his attention”

“Yes Sir” Mrs. Komolafe replied from her office.

The Nurse was right; Oyinkan had been moved to the Female General Ward. They met her there. She smiled broadly at the team as they approached her. Mrs. Paseda was first to greet her as she stretched forth her hands to receive her. She embraced Mrs. Paseda and remained locked in that embrace for another three minutes. Tears were already streaming down her eyes.

The other members of the team also greeted her warmly. They set the various provisions and fruits they had brought for her on her table and started to discuss with her. Oyin stared at the various provisions on the table and the ones brought yesterday which has not been exhausted and wondered the manner of love been shown to her by these new found community of brethren. She wondered what kept her in the Kingdom of darkness for that long and concluded she had wasted a greater part of her life serving the wrong master.

“I brought a Bible for you” Mrs. Paseda said and brought out a beautiful NIV Bible from her bag and handed over to her.

“Ah thank you…Ever since you ministered to me yesterday, my urge to read the Bible became renewed. I wanted to ask you to help me bring one, but I forgot. Thank you, this is very thoughtful of you”

“You’re most welcome…I am happy for you” Mrs. Paseda said smiling.

“I should be thanking you. For the first time in my life since the age of twelve, I slept peacefully and soundly yesterday…No going to meetings in the night, no terrible dreams, no scary figures pursing me in my sleep. I felt a peace that I have never felt before…The devil is wicked….Satan has no good gift…Am happy…Thank you Mrs. Paseda” Oyinkan was already shedding tears again.

Mrs. Paseda moved closer and embraced her again.

“Were you able to make any contact with my husband’s… I mean Dr. Olagunsoye’s church?” Oyinkan asked amidst her tears.

“Yes, I did. I was able to drop a message for the Senior Pastor. I learnt he travelled”

Pastor Kalejaye, Morakinyo and Barrister Wole Olaoye arrived the Teaching Hospital at exactly one O Clock in the afternoon. They made straight for the Accident and Emergency unit as directed by Mrs. Paseda in the note she wrote. Morakinyo identified himself as the husband of the woman who was brought in two days ago. The nurses on duty welcomed him and the men with him. They were subsequently shown the way to the Female General Ward.

Suddenly, Oyinkan eyes shot up. She had seen the Morakinyo enter the ward with the duo of Pastor and Barrister Olaoye. Although she could only identify Morakinyo, she guessed one of the two other men must be the much mentioned Pastor Kalejaye. Mrs. Paseda saw the brightness o her face and turned to look at the direction of the entrance. She saw Morakinyo coming. She was not only shocked but pleasantly surprised at the sight of Morakinyo. In her wildest imagination, she never expected to see Morakinyo but Pastor Kalejaye whom she had met on two occasions before.

Excited at the sight of Morakinyo, Oyinlkan stood from the bed and impulsively embraced him. The reaction on Morakinyo was blank and completely expressionless. He was not sure whether to rejoice or not. He was happy that at last Oyinkan was found but he was sad that a burden of an ungodly marriage had tied him to Oyinkan, a suspected agent of darkness. He greeted Mrs. Paseda warmly and thanked her for getting in touch with the Senior Pastor on time. He then moved closer to Oyinkan who had returned to the bed and checked her for any wound.

“How do you feel now?” Morakinyo asked, unsure of what to say in particular.

“Thank God…He delivered me…Am getting better…Please thank her for me…She led me to Christ and prayed for me” Oyinkan said. The tears had swelled in her eyes again.

Morakinyo turned around and stole a glance at Mrs. Paseda. She nodded in response.

“Dr Olagunsoye…” Morakinyo turned around to see Oyinkan calling her. She had not called her by that name before. She calls him Brother Morakinyo or My Dear since they got married.

“I have offended you and offended you maker. I do not deserve to marry you… I lured you to marry me so I can fulfill my demonic assignment. I was sent to destroy your vision and ministry… I have confessed everything to Mrs. Paseda” Morakinyo looked at Mrs. Paseda again. She nodded again to confirm what Oyin said.

Pasto Kalejaye had taken one of the seats near the patient’s bed and sat to watch the unfolding drama.

“Pastor Kalejaye, please pray for me. I have repented and given my life to Jesus yesterday. I am now ready to serve him genuinely. Please pray for me…The Kingdom I used to belong to will do anything possible to have me back…but I have decided to stay with Jesus forever!!! Please forgive me and pray for me” She started crying again. The tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she kept saying “Am sorry…Am sorry”

Morakinyo slumped into the second chair and bowed his head in his hands. The situation was becoming knotty and naughty beyond what he expected. Pastor Kalejaye’s mind raced through several verses in the scriptures relevant to the situation a hand.

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9 

Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. Acts 3:19 

Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy. Proverbs 28:13     

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9     

But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners. Matthew 9:13     

Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the Lord your God,

for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity. Joel 2:13

I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.  Luke 15:7     

I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. Luke 5:32

In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents. Luke 15:10 

“It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.” Luke 5:31-32

Silence reigned in the special ward room where Oyinkan was placed. The Matron from the Accident and Emergency had requested that she be given a special room insisting that her case is indeed special. Suddenly, Pastor Kalejaye rose from his seat and moved closer to Oyinkan.

“The Lord has forgiven you. Who are we not to forgive you? Daughter, The word of the Lord promised remission of sins to every sincere heart who repents!!! You are forgiven in Jesus name… It is well with you”

Pastor Kalejaye prayed for her again. She wept all through the prayer session. Tears also rolled down the cheeks of Morakinyo. He quickly got his handkerchief and wiped the tears.

Pastor Kalejaye spoke to the Nurses on duty and requested for the bill incurred for Oyinkan’s treatment. Necessary files were consulted and the bill was computed. A total of sixty naira was computed as the bill for her treatment. Pastor collected the bill and brought out three twenty naira notes fron his pocket. He gave the money to Morakinyo to go and pay off.

Mrs. Paseda begged Pastor to allow her to go and pay the money instead of Dr. Olagunsoye having to go through the stress of payment at the accounts and collecting drugs for her at the Pharmacy. She volunteered to do all with the assistance of her fellow team members. Pastor Kalejaye thanked and prayed for her. Morakinyo handed over the money to her.

Pastor Kalejaye prayed again for Oyinkan and promised to check on her the following day. Morakinyo also promised to come again. He moved close to her, held her hands lovingly and k!ssed the back of her hands.

Oyinkan smiled and said “Thank you Sir”

The journey from UCH back to the church seemed like ages. Silence reigned in the bus between Pastor and Morakinyo and Pastor. Moreover, the presence of Adasofunjo; the driver prevented any discussion.  Several thoughts raced through Morakinyo’s mind as he tried to analyse the new twist of events.

‘God what are you doing to me again…?’

‘Why is she repenting at this stage again?’

‘Am I supposed to marry her and continue in this relationship or return to Sister Gbayike..?’

‘Will Sister Gbayike ever accept me again? Won’t she say I have married another sister and so should stick to her?’

‘Now that Oyinkan has repented and genuinely repented…What justifiable reasons do I have to drop her’

‘Genuinely? How am I sure she is not staging a fake show in order to return to my life’

He continued ruminating on the situation until Adasofunjo eased the bus into the Church premises.

Mrs. Durotoye refused to go to her house. Not even the entreaties of Lanre and Akinlolu were enough to persuade her about returning to the house. Her excuse was that the assassins could return again. She insisted that the parsonage was enough for her and the children to stay until normalcy returns to Felele Rab.

Pastor Kalejaye was surprised to see the Durotoyes when he returned with Morakinyo from the Teaching Hospital. His initial plan was to enter the bedroom after lunch and go to bed immediately. The weekend had been a rather long one, from Ibadan to Onigba-Iwofa back to Ibadan and UCH. Returning to meet Mrs. Durotoye was the least he expected. Although annoyed, he did not show it. He simply smiled and greeted the entire family. Morakinyo was with him.

When Morakinyo and Pastor Kalejaye listened to Mrs. Durotoye’s reason for not wanting to return home, they simply laughed. Pastor Kalejaye encouraged her to return home as there will be no problem. Morakinyo also encouraged and announced his intention to stay with the Durotoye’s until he decides to return to Onigba-Iwofa.

Encouraged by the Pastor’s prayer and Morakinyo’s willingness to stay with her family, Mrs. Durotoye agreed to return to the house.

Gbayike’s attempts to take a nap after returning to the house from church that afternoon failed woefully. She tossed from one side of the bed to the other. She had carefully avoided seeing meeting Morakinyo after the church service. The Pastor had hardly finished the final prayer when she bolted out of the church and took the back gate out of the church compound.

Several thoughts fought for space in her mind.

‘Morakinyo can never come back for me….except his wife in the village dies’

IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 36

When Morakinyo and Pastor Kalejaye listened to Mrs. Durotoye’s reason for not wanting to return home, they simply laughed. Pastor Kalejaye encouraged her to return home as there will be no problem. Morakinyo also encouraged and announced his intention to stay with the Durotoye’s until he decides to return to Onigba-Iwofa.

Encouraged by the Pastor’s prayer and Morakinyo’s willingness to stay with her family, Mrs. Durotoye agreed to return to the house.

Gbayike’s attempts to take a nap after returning to the house from church that afternoon failed woefully. She tossed from one side of the bed to the other. She had carefully avoided seeing meeting Morakinyo after the church service. The Pastor had hardly finished the final prayer when she bolted out of the church and took the back gate out of the church compound.

Several thoughts fought for space in her mind.

‘Morakinyo can never come back for me….except his wife in the village dies’

‘So, I will marry a widower…and I will become a second choice…an alternative wife?’

 ‘Why am I thinking that way…Why am I wishing death for another child of God ?’

‘Child of God….That woman I saw does not look like a child of God’

‘Even if she is not child of God…Is that enough reason for me to think evil of her’

‘Oh my God…why am I bothering myself…Brother Morakinyo is married and that is it!!! It is all over….It is all over…Gbayike it is all over’

“Gbayike, it is all over” She didn’t know when her voice rang out in the room attracting the attention of her flat mate. Wonuola had returned from Okitipupa where she had gone to stay with her parents for better treatment following the domestic accident she had about two months ago. She had returned to the house three days ago and planned to resume work the following day.

Wonuola walked into the room and was surprised to see Gbayike speaking to herself.

“Sister Gbayike, what is all over?” She broke into Gbayike’s thoughts.

Surprised, Gbayike turned around to see Wonuola. She stared blankly at Wonuola unsure of what to say. Then, she burst into tears…. Wonuola rushed to her and embraced her holding her close to her bosom. Gbayike wept the more holding tightly to Wonuola as she cried.

“Sister Wonuola…I am wrong. I missed it…I missed it…How do I tell God that am sorry”

“Sister Gbayike, you don’t have to crucify yourself. I was also involved. We all missed it together. I also was scared of the village mission trip Brother Morakinyo mentioned. However, blaming ourselves will not work. We only need to ask for God’s forgiveness. He is faithful and just to forgive us if we repent”

“Sister Wonuola …I have repented …I am willing to ask for forgiveness …But will that bring Brother Morakinyo back…How?”

“Sister Gbayike…You have done the right thing by asking God for his forgiveness. He sees your heart. He knew how to work things out for your life. Leave brother Morakinyo alone. Your repentance is not because you want God to bring Brother Morakinyo back to you. That is not for you to decide…Let God work things out”

“How, Sister Wonu…How”

Sincerely I don’t know. Brother Morakinyo is married….There is nothing you can do about that. God will settle you in His own way”

“Like giving me a second choice…another Brother…a permissive will?” Gbayike started crying again.

“Sister Gbayike, that is not for you to decide. Just allow Him to have His way in your life”

Gbayike fell into Wonuola’s chest again. Wonuola held on to her tightly and ran a hand through her hair while using the other hand to hold her.

Morakinyo could not sleep also. He continued to imagine what was about to happen. He was entangled between two women. Although, he had concluded before leaving Onigba-Iwofa that it was all over between him and Oyinkan, latest turn of events at the hospital has added a bit of confusion to his decision.

Now that Oyinkan has genuinely turned over his life to Christ, he has become completely unsure of what to do next. To be sure, Morakinyo has started having love feelings for Oyinkan again. When he k!ssed Oyinkan hands at the hospital, he felt a sudden rush of erotic sensation ran through his veins. He had to quickly drop the hand to avoid further sensations.

He went on his knees and began to pray. He pleaded forgiveness again for his wrong actions and asked for direction on what to do.  He continued to pray until he became convinced that he had prayed through.

He rose from his kneeling position and began to ruminate on the situation of things again. He thought of the illegality of the marriage to Oyinkan and began to calculate on how to legalise the marriage in a worst case scenario. Fortunately, he had collected Barrister Wole’s number in the bus on the way from Onigba-Iwofa.

He stood, walked to the wardrobe and checked through his bag.  He brought out a diary and flicked through the diary. He found Barrister Olaoye’s number where he had written it. He nodded satisfactorily and walked towards the telephone box in the living room.

Suddenly, he remembered that the telephone line had been cut by the rampaging hoodlums who attached the house over the night. Although report has been made to NITEL office, promise for repairs was due on Monday. He returned to the room, sat on the bed exasperated and decided to see Barrister Olaoye first thing in the morning.

Pastor Kalejaye woke around 1am and began to pray on the situation at hand. He confessed his confusion over the latest developments to God. After praying for a few minutes, he tapped his wife.

“Dear, you are awake? I hope all is well” Pastor Mrs. said as she woke.

“All is well…But, I must confess, I am confused. I have prayed, but I am yet to pray through”

“Over brother Morakinyo’s case” Mrs. Kalejaye enquired.

“Yes. From what I saw at the hospital today, it appears brother Morakinyo is still in love with that woman. Am afraid, he might want to continue with her…Now that the woman has repented , confessed and given her life to Jesus…what excuse can anyone give to prevent Brother Morakinyo if he insists he wants to formalize the marriage”

“God forbid…Brother Morakinyo cannot marry that woman…A woman his nephew; Lanre had slept with on campus. A woman, whose negative testimony has spread like wild fire through the whole of Onigba-Iwofa. How will Brother Morakinyo return to the mission field with such a woman as his wife?” Pastor Mrs. said with anger.

“I understand, I feel the same way, but how do we explain to the people in Onigba-Iwofa that their Pastor has dropped his former wife and has now married a new wife…on what grounds? What about the brethren here…How do we explain to them that we have encouraged Brother Morakinyo to enter a second marriage?”

Mrs. Kalejaye sighed heavily, sat up and grabbed one pillow to her bosom. “This is getting more complex…Has Brother Morakinyo said anything to you about the sister in the hospital”

“I am still wondering why he has not said anything since we left the hospital. I was shocked that brother Morakinyo could hold and k!ss the woman’s hand just as we were about to leave the ward. Ever since then, he has not said a word to me”

“This is serious” Pastor Mrs. shifted herself on the bed and walked to the toilet to ease herself. She came back and knelt beside the bed… ”The best we can do is o pray…Lets pray”

Pastor also knelt and they prayed.

The palace of the Queen of the Coast had become a shadow of its former self ever since the encounter of Oyinkan with Mrs. Paseda and her team. The seven demons sent to UCH where Oyinkan was receiving treatment had willy-nilly returned to the palace to give the report. The moment Paseda led Oyinkan to Jesus; pandemonium broke out at the premises of the Teaching Hospital.

Warone and Battleone, two colleagues of Powerone had dashed in with a team of other angels to the Teaching Hospital to deal with the demons. Blazing like a flame of fire, Battleone and Warone suddenly zoomed upon the demons that were wobbling around the premises of the hospital, already discouraged by the turn of events.

Battleone, Warone and the other angels circled them in a jiffy and dealt blows of the swords on them wounding them severely in the process. Each of the demons raced with speed out of the Teaching Hospital in different directions leaving with varying degrees of wounds and excruciating pains.

By the time they arrived the palace, they gave wrong reports and information assuring the Queen that although they were wounded on the battle, they had succeeded in sealing the brain of Oyinkan and rendered her unable to reason properly, let alone be able to hear Paseda and her team at all.

Unconvinced by their reports, The Queen had consulted her special telescopic projector screen from where she got a clearer picture of the situation at hand. She screamed violently when she saw Oyinkan bow in prayers as Paseda led her to Christ. Her screams rang through the base of the sea like never before.

Ten different fishing trawlers and ships of various sizes capsized on parts of the Atlantic Ocean. The reverberating effects of her anger spilled over to some parts of the ocean causing massive effects to some tributary rivers flowing into the ocean like the River Niger.

“Hagatha has gone to the Son of The Owner!!!!! This is a great tragedy…Tragedy!!! Tragedy!!!! This is a mess!!!!!” She turned to the demons that went on the hospital assignment and stared at them menacingly.

“How dare you come back when you knew your mission failed….” Boiling smoke billowed from her nostrils and ears as she screamed violently

“Seize them… Cast them up in the gorge of fire and burn them continuously with sulphur …Increase the heat of the fire by another 1000 Celsius!!!”

Within the twinkling of an eye, bigger and more fearful looking demons appeared from her courts and grabbed the seven demons on hospital assignment….Fear gripped the demons as they were hoisted and thrown into what appeared like a bottomless gorge. Their cries of pains was deafening as they were cast into the gorge.

The new Chief of Staff to the Queen, following the extermination of Manchuria bowed before the Queen and paid obeisance.

“Your Majesty…Let’s snuff life out of her out before it is too late. Give me the orders to go and terminate her life before she does further damage to our kingdom”

The Queen stood transfixed at the point considering the suggestion of Churiako, her new Chief of Staff. She turned her head round in 360 degrees before returning to her throne where she spoke. Churiako remained in her obeisance position.

“Churiako! Killing Hagatha at this moment is not the best for our Kingdom… Her death at a time like this is gain for her…She will be given a grand reception and welcome by the Son of The Owner…No ….. No death for Hagatha now except she slips off from the hands of The Son of The Owner”

Morakinyo was first to reach the house of the Evangelism Director, Barrister Wole Olaoye very early in the morning. Being unable to reach him on the phone from his sister’s house, he had set out early enough. He knew Mondays could be a very busy day for lawyers. He was right, Barrister Olaoye was on his breakfast when he arrived.

“Haaa! Barrister Thank God I came on time…I thought as much, today is Monday…I am glad I still met you at home”

“Very well, the steps of the righteous are ordered by God. Thank God for you Sir” Barrister Olaoye said and laughed heartily. “I was about taking my breakfast and stepping out. I have a case at the High Court…What brings you this early morning”

“Thank you so much for all your contributions and efforts towards the success of our mission at Onigba-Iwofa”

“To God be the Glory”

“Let me go straight to the point…I don’t need anyone to tell me that my marriage at Onigba-Iwofa was not properly conducted…What steps do we need to take in order to formalise the union”

“Oh that’s good. I am glad you are willing to formalise and legalise the union as soon as possible. Congratulations”

“Thank you Brother Wole… Now, what am I supposed to do to start with? I am not used to such things…”

“Good…The consent of her family is paramount. I heard you saying you have not been in touch with her family. That’s the first thing you need to do along with the necessary traditional formalities. Once that is done, you can file an application at any marriage registry immediately. A 21-day notice is required to file such an application. You can then fix a date for the solemnisation both at the marriage registry and the church”

“Is that all?” Morakinyo asked with enthusiasm.

Barrister Wole Olaoye paused for a moment staring straight ahead of Morakinyo.

“What is it Bro Wole?” Morakinyo asked, wondering why Wole suddenly went silent and was staring blankly ahead of him.

“Brother Morakinyo, have you discussed this with the Senior Pastor?”

“Not yet… why do you ask”

“Brother Morakinyo…Don’t make the same mistake twice. Why the rush again. We came back from Onigba-Iwofa only yesterday and today you are already talking of formalising the wedding with the sister whose people you have not met… Brother Morakinyo..do you realize you have a danger in your hands? What if the family accuses you of eloping with their daughter, what will you say in defence?” Morakinyo adjusted himself on the seat.

Barrister Wole Olaoye stood and packed a few files on the table into his suitcase before returning to continue the dialogue with Morakinyo.

“Her being in the hospital is at your behest. She was in transit from your house at Onigba-Iwofa to Ibadan when the accident occurred. That places a major responsibility on you… I am sure the hospital probably registered her as Mrs. Oyinkan Olagunsoye… Nothing must go wrong with her”

Morakinyo stared at the Lawyer with sudden shock and awe. It dawned on her for the first time that he truly had a big problem in his hands with the fact that he has not made any attempt to meet Oyinkan’s relatives.

“Brother Wole…I never thought of that!!!”

“Brother Morakinyo, please get in touch with her people first. However I suggest you confer with the Senior Pastor before you take any step from now. That is the right thing to do…and you know”

Morakinyo sighed heavily and thanked Barrister Wole Olaoye for his counsel. He stood, exchanged pleasantries with Wole and left.

Morakinyo hearkened to the counsel of Barrister Wole Olaoye and went straight to the parsonage. He met pastor and his wife at the entrance. They were about stepping out of the house as he drove his BMW into the church compound. Pastor Kalejaye was already in the car, waiting for his wife.

“Good morning Daddy…Thank God I met you” Morakinyo prostrated and greeted the Senior Pastor. Just then, Pastor Mrs. also came out of the house.

“Ah…Brother Morakinyo…Thank you Jesus”

“Mummy, good morning Ma. Good to see you Ma. Thank you for yesterday”

“We thank God” Mrs. Kalejaye replied.

“We were about coming to meet you at your Sister’s house…”

“Ah Daddy, you would have called her to give the message to me”

“I have tried calling her telephone line severally, but it was dead all the while” Pastor Kalejaye explained as he alighted from the vehicle.

“Ah that’s true; the criminals who attacked her house destroyed the phone lines. NITEL people promised to come and repair this morning”

“No wonder…Ok. Let’s go in” Pastor led the way as they returned back into the house.
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