IF WITCHES WERE HORSES … Episode 39&40 – Kolade Segun Okeowo

IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 39

The circumstances that surrounded the visit still haunted Morakinyo. He felt, he needed to apologize to her. Moreover, ever since he returned from Onigba-Iwofa on Sunday, he had not set his eyes on her. He wondered why Gbayike did not come to church. When he knocked, it was Sister Wonuola who came to open the door. Wonula was not only shocked to see Morakinyo, she least expected him at such an odd hour.

“Good evening Sister Wonuola”

“Ahh, Brother Morakinyo, welcome. Quite an age”

“Thank you Sister Wonuola. I am sorry I came at such an odd hour. I came back from the mission base yesterday and it has been from one issue to the other. Is Sister Gbayike at home?”

Gbayike heard his voice from inside her room and was completely off balance. She was completely taken aback and confused. She was not sure whether to attend to him or not.

“What does he want from me” Gbayike asked Wonuola who came to her room to announce Morakinyo’s arrival.

“I don’t know also. He is already seated in the parlour waiting for you” Wonuola explained.

“I … I don’t think I want… to see him…” Gbayike was already sobbing; tears had swelled up in her eyes.

After dinner, Oyero explained to Pastor Kalejaye everything that Oyinkan his niece had told him and how he had agreed to give his life to Christ. He requested that Pastor Kalejaye assist him to grow spiritually as he has never attended church in his entire life. He also told him about his wife and pleaded that Kalejaye would help him to handle the case spiritually.

Pastor Kalejaye agreed and promised to keep in touch and pay a personal visit to him in Lagos. He assured him that God will set his wife free and also counseled him not to use physical force to handle the case as it will fail woefully. Around 10pm, Pastor Kalejaye escorted Oyero to one of the chalets in the Church Guest House within the compound of the church. As they moved towards the chalet they continued discussion about Mayflower especially the good old times at the School.

“Religion aside, Dr Tai Solarin is one of the greatest leaders on the surface of the earth. Remember how he used to make us go through all forms of rigorous works in those days. We used to think he was punishing us. Today, we know better” Pastor Kalejaye said as they moved on towards the Guest House.

“You can say that again…how about the nights of loneliness in the forest during the Education for Self Reliance programme. Very instructive and result oriented”

You remember this song that he composed for the Nigerian national anthem which was rejected in 1960 while we prepared for the celebrations of Independence from Britain…..em, em…” Oyero tried to remember the song.

“Hail Nigeria Glorious Land” Pastor Kalejaye reminded him.

“Eh! That is it… Hail Nigeria Glorious Land…” Oyero remembered.

They sang the song again happily like school boys marching towards the class from the assembly ground.

“Hail Nigeria Glorious Land

Ever Blessed by God’s Command

Land of Heroes and our Pride

May the Justice be Thy Guide

And Thy Sons and Daughters be

Ever Happy Ever Free

May the Niger ever Flow  

And the Green Fields ever Grow

In our Fatherland and Home

While the Waves on Beaches foam

As Nigerian Ensign Flies

An our Happy Anthem Rise”

Soon they got to the Guest House. Pastor Kalejaye ushered him to his room and bade him goodnight. He was happy as he stepped out of the Guest House that night. The presence of Oyero had brought him great and pleasant memories. As he returned to the parsonage, he recalled one of the unforgettable counsels of Dr. Tai Solarin through a song; There is no Indispensable man.  He sang to himself joyfully as he walked back to the parsonage in the darkness.

“Sometimes when you are feeling important

Sometimes when your ego is in bloom

Sometimes when you take it for granted

You’re the best qualified man in the room

Sometimes when you feel that your ‘going’

Will leave an un-fill-able hole

Just follow this simple instruction

And see how it humbles your soul

Take a bucket and fill it with water

Put your hands in it up to your wrists

Pull them out and the whole that remains

Is the measure of you’ll be missed

You may splash all you please when you enter

You may splash at the water gallon

But stop and you’ll find in a minute

That it looks… just the same …. as before

The moral of this ‘s quite simple

Do just the best as you can

Be proud of yourself…but remember

There is no indispensable man!

It took almost ten minutes for Wonuola to appeal to Gbayike to agree to step out of her room to meet Morakinyo. When she did accept to step out to see him, she first went to the toilet to wash her tear soaked- face.

“Good evening Brother Morakinyo…” She greeted him from the door of the room when she stepped out.

“Oh, Sister Gbayike, I am sorry for coming at such an odd hour… I feel it is not good that I have not seen you since we arrived yesterday from the mission base” Morakinyo apologized profusely.

“Thank you” Gbayike said nonchalantly.

“You were not in church yesterday? I hope all is well?” Morakinyo chose the words carefully. He was carefully not to upset Gbayike.

“I was in the Church…I left after your Sister gave her testimony

“Oh, I see…” A period of silence reined between them as none was sure of what to say next. Gbayike sat on one of the sofas far away from Morakinyo.

“How is your wife?” Gbayike broke silence.

The question pained Morakinyo deeply. He knew Gbayike was going to ask the question, although he wished she will not get to that extent.

“I am not married, I am a bachelor” Morakinyo stuttered. He saw the shock on Gbayike’s face as she looked up at Morakinyo for the first time. “I took some wrong steps while at the mission field…I came home to correct my errors”

“I see…” Gbayike said and remained silent. Another long silence ensued between them. After about five minutes, Morakinyo stood and announced his readiness to leave.

“Thank you for coming” Gbayike stood and escorted him to the door.

“Nonsense, he made some errors and wants to come back home to make corrections…So I am the correcting rod he wants to use to amend his ways…Nonsense…he is married, let him stay that way. The Lord will give me my own husband!” She leaned on the door as she spoke to herself.

“What is wrong with you Sister Gbayike…Are you in your right senses… God is answering your prayers and you are proving stubborn” Wonuola almost shouted at her as she entered the parlour from her own room.

“Sister Wonu, what does he want from me? To become his second wife or what? Should I pray that he divorces his wife so I can marry a divorcee…? Someone else’s leftover…Nooo!!! I want my own husband not a left over!!!”

Wonuola moved close to her and embraced her…Then he spoke to her.

“Sister Gbayike, take it easy. Brother Morakinyo is the perfect will of God for your life. You were the one who allowed another woman to have a taste of him before you. That woman is not Brother Morakinyo’s wife. I overheard some people discussing in the church yesterday after service that even his sister was not aware of the marriage just like the Senior Pastor and the entire church was not…I also overheard him now saying he is not married but a bachelor…If brother Morakinyo has seen his error and is making moves to right his wrongs… Please let’s encourage him…Please I beg you”

Gbayike burst into tears again as Wonuola held her tightly to herself and pet her even the more.

When Morakinyo told Mrs. Durotoye his sister about everything that transpired, she flared up.

“You went searching for her relatives without my consent again. Morakinyo, it appears you have another Sister somewhere! You’re looking for her relatives? You want to go and meet them to formalize your marriage to that witch…Over my dead body”

“Anty, that was in the past. She is now a child of God, genuinely washed by the blood of the Lamb”

“Ohhh…You can say that again…If she had killed Lanre my son on the campus at Ile-Ife, you won’t be here saying she is now born again. Assuming she succeeded in poisoning Akinlolu my son, who are you to talk of someone being born again!!!”

“Anty, but we all have our past. She has a past just like you and every one of us!!”

“Morakinyo, I will disgrace you if you try any nonsense…This won’t be like the one you did at the village and you thought you got away with it….Not anymore. The Senior Pastor told me that marriage is null and void. Period!!! If you will marry anybody, it must be Gbayike!!! If you try to formalize the marriage to that witch… forget that you have a Sister in me…I will disown you” Mrs. Durotoye was fuming!!!

“But Sister, nobody is talking of formalisng any marriage with her. Barrister Olaoye was the one who suggested I get in touch with her relatives so that we can hand her over to them once she is discharged at UCH. The Senior Pastor also accepted that I look for her relations. We went in the church bus… me and Pastor Joju. We simplify needed her relatives so we can hand her over to them simple…We did not talk about any marriage” Morakinyo explained. 

Mrs. Durotoye sighed deeply and sat on the sofa. Her voce became calm. “I see…I only warned you not to plan anything funny…You know what I can do…Emi Motoye omo Olagunsoye aya Durotoye!!! What my Bible says is what I will believe….’Suffer not a witch to live’”

“Haa Sister… That was in the Old Testament. Now, Jesus has died for everyone including the worst of witches”

Mrs. Durotoye stood suddenly and moved close to Morakinyo menacingly…. “Just don’t try any nonsense….Capish?”  

A delegation from The Son of The Owner visited Oyinkan at the Hospital that night. The delegation was led by Mercyone, Favourone and Graceone. Oyinkan was sleeping when they arrived. She slept late, reading the Bible and singing worship songs in low tunes as she lied on her bed.

Earlier in the day, she had complained of severe headache. The doctor on duty was invited to check her. On closer examination, the doctor had discovered a lump on her head behind the ear lobe and requested for a skull X-ray to be carried out on her. Results of the scan confirmed that she had subdural hemorrhage.

As she slept, she prayed and asked that God will heal her rapidly so that she can start a new life. She also prayed that God will have his way in her life and do whatever He wants with her. She sang a few hymns she had learnt from Morakinyo and slept.

She rose and saw the team of Mercyone, Favourone and Graceone in their shining, bright and blinding white apparel. None of the nurses on night duty saw them as they approached her bed. Oyinkan sat up on the bed and smiled as she saw them, although she did not understand their mission.

Mercyone picked her right hand and held it lovingly.

“He has shown you mercy, so He sent me to you. Your entire sins are forgiven completely. Judgement over you is cancelled, pardon is given by the blood of His Son” Mercyone said, dropped the hand gently and stepped back.

“Oh, thank you my Lord…I am honoured“ Oyinkan blushed and smiled.

Graceone picked her right hand and held it dearly.

“He sent His grace to you through me. He asked that I give you what you do not deserve. He sends his free offer of salvation that you may be with Him very soon” Graceone said, dropped the hand gently and stepped back.

“His grace found me at last…Thank you Jesus” Oyinkan lifted her hands and worshipped.

Favourone moved closer to her, picked the right hand and held it with compassion.

“His favour has found you and He has sent me to favour you. You will get what does not belong to you,. He asked that we give you preferential treatment” Favourone said, dropped the hand gently and also stepped back.

Oyinkan beamed with smiles all throughout

“He loves you and wishes that you continue your service here on earth… However, you have been badly wounded and your garment stinks. He has chosen to have you presented to Himself as a bride without spot or wrinkles” Mercyone announced again.

The countenance of Oyinkan changed at that moment. She stared at the Heavenly Team and stammered “No, Messengers of His Imperial Majesty, I have a race to run. I have visions I want to accomplish…I want to run my race” Oyinkan said pitiably.

“Your race is short but very eventful and completed. You have run your race, you have finished your course…A crown of victory is laid ahead of you. Get ready to meet the One who loves you more than the whole world” Graceone announced.

Oyinkan stared at the Team, bewildered and said “I have gone through so much pain serving the wrong master; I still have more pains ahead of me. I am ready for the pains, but I don’t want to suffer in vain. I look forward to leaving here and doing several assignments for my Lord and my God” Oyinkan managed to defend again, with streams of tears running down her face.

“You don’t deserve pains anymore. You have a more glorious assignment waiting for you with Your Lord, God and Master; JESUS CHRIST!!! He is waiting for you to join other Saints in singing Hallelujah to him” Favourone said smiling invitingly at Oyinkan.

Suddenly, Oyinkan heard what sounded like solemn voices of several choristers singing the Hallelujah Chorus accompanied with sonorous musical instruments. She looked at the happy faces of Mercyone, Favourone and Graceone. Her countenance changed as she smiled back at them. She quickly wiped her tears and laughed!

The team of Mercyone, Favourone and Graceone smiled back at her and also turned to laughter. Suddenly, the clothes on Oyinkan changed into shinning and blinding white apparel like that of Mercyone, Favourone and Graceone.

Graceone stretched a hand to her. She took the hand as Graceone helped her to stand from the bed. Favourone received her other hand and walked along with her as they moved away from the bed towards the corridor of the ward with Mercyone leading. Oyinkan was happy as she walked on with the Heavenly Team, her legs floating as they moved on. Suddenly, they disappeared from the ward.

The nurses on duty continued their work, completely unaware of the events going on around them. One of the nurses walked towards Oyinkan’s bed. She noticed her cover cloth had slipped from her body. She helped her to adjust the cloth and patted the sleeping Oyinkan!

IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 40

Graceone stretched a hand to her. She took the hand as Graceone helped her to stand from the bed. Favourone received her other hand and walked along with her as they moved away from the bed towards the corridor of the ward with Mercyone leading. Oyinkan was happy as she walked on with the Heavenly Team, her legs floating as they moved on. Suddenly, they disappeared from the ward.

The nurses on duty continued their work, completely unaware of the events going on around them. One of the nurses walked towards Oyinkan’s bed. She noticed her cover cloth had slipped from her body. She helped her to adjust the cloth and patted the sleeping Oyinkan!

Mrs. Aarinola Paseda was first to get the information. She had submitted her telephone number as the contact next of kin to Oyinkan on the first day of meeting her at the hospital. The caller, who identified herself as Doctor Kiladejo only said her presence was needed at UCH urgently. She was shocked to receive the call and sensed something had gone wrong. Ever since she started ministering to Oyinkan on Saturday afternoon, she had not received any call from the hospital.

She was already preparing to go to work.  She woke earlier than usual in order to meet up with a meeting called by the HOD for eight o clock. She abandoned everything she was doing and asked her housemaid to continue from where she stopped. Fortunately, for her, her only son had travelled to Kafanchan to spend the holidays with his Uncle.

She rushed out of the house, running towards the car only to discover she did not take the car keys. She rushed back to the house and returned to the car. She sped with the car from her house in Imalefalaafia area of Molete to UCH within ten minutes. The road was clear of any form of traffic since it was just around six.

She got to the car park in UCH and raced to the female general ward forgetting to lock the car. She was already panting, afraid and scared and hoping that nothing had gone wrong. She dashed into the ward and was met by two nurses who calmed her down and requested for her identity.

“I am Mrs. Paseda, one Doctor Kiladejo called me that my attention is needed” She explained, panting as she did.

“Oh I see, in respect of the accident victim moved in here on Sunday morning. Please come with us to see the Doctor”

”Please tell me what is going on…Please…What happened to her. What happened to Oyinkan…Please talk to me” Mrs. Paseda kept asking the nurses as they led her to the Doctor.

The Doctor started explaining as soon as the two nurses led Paseda to her. “Mrs. Paseda, God sees your heart that you gave in your best…What about her relations?” the Doctor asked.

“I understand her uncle was here yesterday but I only have the contacts of her husband and Pastor” Paseda tried to explain, her voice was shaking.

You will do well to assist to get in touch with them immediately” The Doctor tried to calm her down, placing a hand across her shoulder.

“Doctor, please talk to me…What happened to her. Just tell me…I can handle it…I promise you I will compose myself…Is she gone?” Mrs. Paseda spoke with confidence, wiping some streams of tears already forming on her eyes.

The Doctor smiled and patted her shoulder again. “Madam, you made both physical efforts and spiritual interventions…You did your best…We only discovered yesterday that she had brain injury during the accident. This had caused internal bleeding which led to brain hemorrhage. Her high spirits and calm composure prevented any of the expected symptoms from exhibiting until it was too late…We lost her over the night…She is dead!!!”

Although, Mrs. Paseda was already beginning to guess what the doctor was about to say, the words hit her like a sledge hammer. She slumped into the hands of the nurses who quickly received and led her to a nearby chair at the side room where the doctor broke the news to her.

Mr. Bamidele Oyero had been ready for his trip back to Lagos. He insisted he had to go back as early as possible to attend to certain assignments he left abruptly in the station the previous day due to the urgency of the call. He promised to return latest by 12noon to arrange to transfer her to LUTH to enable him monitor her properly without having to come to Ibadan every now and then.

“That’s a good idea, shuttling between Lagos and Ibadan posses another round of risks to life” Pastor Kalejaye said to his old classmate. “But, since UCH is not far from here, I suggest we drop over and see her before you return to Lagos. Besides, I had an urge to pray for her over the night” Mr. Bamidele Oyero kept nodding as Pastor Kalejaye explained to him.

“Moreover, UCH is along your route. From Ikolaba here to UCH is not far. Just a drive from here through the Government House in Agodi will lead us to Oritamefa and UCH. It’s a straight journey. You can then drive back to Agodi and link up with Iwo Road through Gate and burst back on the express way to Lagos”

Satisfied with Pastor Kalejaye’s explanation, Mr. Oyero said “your wish is my command!”

Pastor Kalejaye and his friend set out in their different cars towards UCH. Pastor Kalejaye’s car led.

Mrs. Paseda was dragging herself to the car park when Pastor Kalejaye and Mr. Oyero drove in. Mrs. Paseda had come round after a few first aid supports on her by the nurses. Prompted by them, she remembered that Morakinyo had given him his telephone number on Sunday when they met at Oyikan’s bedside. She promised to get the number from her diary in the car and return.

As soon as she got inside her car, she wobbled on the seat and started crying. Pastor Kalejaye had seen her from afar and was still wondering what she had come to do that early morning when he noticed the way she wobbled into the passengers’ side. Pastor Kalejaye increased his pace and quickly reached Mrs. Paseda’s car. She was weeping.

“Are you okay Mrs. Paseda? …You’re crying. I hope all is well?” Pastor Kalejaye bent to speak to her calmly.

Mrs. Paseda lifted her tear-soaked eyes and held Pastor’s right hand tightly, shaking as she spoke.

“Daddy, we have lost her!!!” She whispered.

“Oh my God….” Pastor Kalejaye muttered. He quickly composed himself as he noticed Mr. Oyero was moving closer. “Mrs. Paseda, please pull yourself together, her Uncle is with me” Pastor Kalejaye quickly turned back to meet Oyero.

“What’s wrong with her, Pastor?”

“Oh…It is well, she lost someone close to her” Pastor Kalejaye quickly explained to him and walked away with him.

“Oh, poor her…May God console and comfort her” Oyero said, completely unaware of the drama the Pastor just acted.

“Amen…I suggest we see the doctor handling Oyinkan’s case first, so that we can get first-hand information from him. Who knows, we might be able to persuade him to release her for us soonest” Pastor Kalejaiye explained. He was already calculating very fast, thinking of a way to get Oyero properly settled down before the news of his niece is broken to him.

“Oh that’s a good one” Oyero agreed as Pastor Kalejaye led him towards the offices. He knew the doctor handling Oyinkan’s case and was familiar with many of the doctors in UCH and their offices. Two doctors in UCH are members of his church. As he led Oyero towards the office, Dr. Kiladejo was coming from another ward towards his office when he saw Pastor Kalejaye and Oyero coming.

“Oh Daddy good morning Sir. Thank God you are here. I have told the nurse to bring you to my office as soon as you arrive…Please come to my office…” They exchanged pleasantries with the doctor and entered his office.

The doctor wasted no time in breaking the news to them.

“Sir, is he her husband or Dad?” Dr Kiladejo said referring to Mr. Oyero.

“Not husband, but her uncle…like a dad to her” Pastor explained.

Dr. Kajewole sighed and bellowed some air from his mouth before he announced Oyinkan’s death to them.

Morakinyo was most devastated when he heard the news. Mrs. Paseda had managed to get to the nearest phone booth and placed a call across to him. Fortunately NITEL technicians had put the telephone in Mrs. Durotoye’s house back in order back to work.

Lanre drove him to the hospital. Although, Mrs. Paseda did not break the news to him, her voice betrayed her. Morakinyo knew something had gone wrong. He wept like a baby when he got to the hospital and met pastor Kalejaye consoling Mr. Oyero at the car park. He knew what happened.

His request to see the corpse of Oyinkan was turned down by Pastor Kalejaye. He embraced Morakinyo as he sobbed and spoke to his ears.

“Forward ever, backward never…” He collapsed in the hands of Pastor Kalejaye and wept like a baby.

Lanre stood near the car and sobbed too. He had planned to visit Oyinkan at the hospital with Morakinyo later in the day. Morakinyo had told him all the new developments about Oyinkan and the apologies she sent to her. It pained him that he would not see her again to let her know she had been forgiven completely.

Mr. Oyero could not return to Lagos again. He stayed back and made all the necessary arrangements for the burial of Oyinkan. He called key family members and informed them of the passing away of their daughter. He concluded with them that there was no need bringing her corpse all the way to Ayenuro near Lokoja in Kwara State.

With the support of Pastor Kalejaye, Morakinyo, Barrister Olaoye, Pastor Joju, Mrs. Paseda and Lanre, arrangements for the burial of Oyinkan was concluded and she was buried at Mokola Cemetery. Pastor Kalejaye rejected all the pleas of Morakinyo to be at the cemetery.

“In what capacity?” Pastor Kalejaye asked him “As husband, boyfriend co-tenant or as what? You were never married to her…So forget it!!! At the appropriate time, the church will call you to question on your acts of carelessness. It is well with you. Your nephew will represent you there. Other leaders of the church including myself will do the needful over there at the cemetery”

At exactly 4.35pm, the casket containing the remains of Oyinkansola Medayewa Oyero (1960-1985) was lowered into a grave at Mokola cemetery, Ibadan.

The following day, Mr. Oyero was ready to return to Lagos but Pastor Kalejaye appealed to him to take the day off and rest. He also promised that Dasofunjo, the church driver will assist to take him to Lagos. Mr. Oyero agreed and spent some time on the phone to explain the new developments to his wife.  He also spoke to the Supervisor and other workers in his petrol station. The reaction of his wife on the phone confirmed one of his secret fears that made the offer of staying one more day in Ibadan attractive to him. The revelations by Oyinkan before her death were creating some fears in his heart.

Pastor Kalejaye spent the whole day with him in his chalet at The Gust House explaining the scriptures to him and praying with him. He confessed to Pastor Kalejaye how he married his wife through the counsel of a Prophetess who uses the power of water and coconut to perform miracles in Lagos.

Later in the day, Pastor Kalejaye invited his wife and Pastor Joju to join him in praying for Mr. Oyero. The prayer session was planned to be for a few minutes but it lasted into the late hours of the night. A deliverance ministration had to be conducted on him. In the midst of the deliverance session, Oyero vomited three cowry shells. As Pastor Kalejaye further laid hands on him, he fell into a deep sleep and did not wake until the following morning.

When it was time for him to return to Lagos, he begged Pastor Kalejaye to come with him to his home in Lagos and pray for him. Pastor Kalejaye encouraged him not to exercise fear but return home peaceful. He explained to him that the powers in his wife will bow for him as soon as he returns home instead of the other way round. Armed with the assurance of the word of God and the encouragements from Pastor Kalejaye, Mr. Oyero agreed to return to Lagos. Dasofunjo drove him in his car back to Lagos.

When Gbayike learnt of the death of Oyinkan, she was shocked. Although, she didn’t like the woman, death was never in her wishes for her. As soon as she heard the news from a member of the church she met at the bank, she dashed back to the house and informed Wonuola.

“That’s serious Sister Gbayike, what happened to her. I thought they came together from the mission base on Sunday” Wonuola asked looking worried.

“I was surprised I did not see her enter the church with Brother Morakinyo on Sunday. But I later learnt that she had an accident on her way from the village to Ibadan” Gbayike explained.

“Sister Gbayike, so what are you going to do now…The Lord has fought for you….Eh!!! This is God!!!”

“What is that supposed to mean Sister Wonuola? God fought for me… by killing another woman’s daughter…? That is not a good way to think. It’s not acceptable…Besides, who told you I want to marry a left over!!!” Gbayike said and walked away into her room leaving Wonuola, mouth agape.

The following day, The board of the Church met to determine what form of discipline and sanctions to impose on Morakinyo and to review the Onigba-Iwofa mission. The board started by thanking God for his life and the decision he took to relocate to Onigba-Iwofa despite the tempting offers of his job and other juicy benefits. Every member of the board, as requested by the Senior Pastor gave him a standing ovation for his faithfulness in the service of The Master.

The Board also appreciated him for his steadfastness in upholding the work especially the cordial relationship he established with the King of Onigba-Iwofa who had become a disciple of some sort to him. His ability to manage the meagre funds sent to him from the mother church was equally applauded. Pastor Kalejaye spoke in glowing terms of the massive building structure he met at Onigba-Iwofa when he visited over the weekend. He commended him and requested a round of applause for him.

The board however berated Morakinyo for his untoward attitude and wrong steps which he took while in Onigba-Iwofa. His action was termed: “ungodly relationship” and “cohabitation with the opposite sex” and fornication.  When asked to defend his actions, Morakinyo simply burst into tears and said he did not know what came over him. He was thereafter asked to step out of the meeting venue for the board to discuss and take decisions.

After a few deliberations, the leadership of the church concluded that Morakinyo should proceed on an immediate suspension from any leadership and ministerial assignment for three months to punish his actions. During the three months, he was to compulsorily attend all activities of the church.

“During the period of the suspension, the church will continue to pay your allowances but you are required to report to my office on daily basis” Pastor Kalejaye reeled out the decisions of The Board to him.

Following the expiration of your three-month suspension you will immediately proceed to The Bible College in Ikeji-Arakeji for a special three month course in Missions”

Pastor Joju and his wife were requested to proceed immediately to Onigba-Iwofa and take over the mission there for a period of six months. Morakinyo, supported by Barrister Olaoye was to go with him and introduce him to the remaining and old members of the Church at Onigba-Iwofa the following day in order not to leave the sheep there astray and unattended to.

After, all the decisions of the board had been conveyed to him, Morakinyo went flat on his chest and prostrated. He tearfully asked for forgiveness and begged for the prayers of the church leadership. Immediately the Pastors and elders that made up the Board of the Church joined hands and prayed profusely for him.

Pastor Kalejaye laid hands on him and showered God’s blessings on him. As he prayed from him, tears stream down the eyes of Pastor Kalejaye. Other members of the board also wept as Pastor prayed for him. After the Prayers, Pastor Kalejaye lifted him from the floor and embraced him tightly.

WHAT HAPPENED TO PASTOR JOJU & HIS WIFE AT ONIGBA-IWOFA?

# You will be surprised to see what Pastor Joju did there!!!

FIND OUT WHO MORAKINYO EVENTUALLY MARRIED!!!

# Be prepared for a shocker!!!

HOW DID BAMIDELE OYERO HANDLE THE CASE OF HIS WIFE?

# Get ready for astounding revelations!!!

WILL MORAKINYO RETURN TO ONIGBA-IWOFA AT ALL?

# Only God can tell!!!

WAS LANRE ABLE TO CONTINUE ON THE CAMPUS AT ILE-IFE

# A real battle of wits awaits you!!!