IF WITCHES WERE HORSES … Episode 53&54 – Kolade Segun Okeowo

IF WITCHES WERE HORSES – Episode 53

At the Gbelegun Guest House, where the Mount Zion Team were lodged at the instance of His Royal Highness, Oba Folagbade Lagooku (Ogajafowomeke II) The Adigbaare of Onigba-Iwofa, prayers continued into the early hours of the morning. Completely unaware of the damage they were doing to the forces of darkness; represented by the Daughters of the River, the Mount Zion brethren continued to blast away in tongues, singing praises and taking charge of the atmosphere in preparation for the drama outreach starting the following day.

From the borders where they had been banished, the daughters of the River suddenly felt a rushing wave of heat like that from a furnace hit them. Instantly, they were burnt and roasted by the intensity of the fire. Only Natas managed to escape with high degree of burns.

Men of the Federal Highway Patrol were up to the task. They worked throughout the night to remove the trailer and the debris of dead cows. The surviving cows had been carefully removed by the truck owners who had arranged for them to be moved to a nearby open field and taken care of. By 6 O clock in the morning, the road was free for vehicular movements. Over two hundred vehicles including other cow-conveying trucks and several passenger buses who were stuck in the overnight traffic were the first beneficiaries of the clearance for the next two hours.

When Aarinola got to the Ojoo motor Park early in the morning the following day, the first information she sought was about the congestion on Saki Road. The drivers gleefully announced that the road had been cleared as some of the drivers who slept on the road overnight had already arrived the park.

The palace was the first point of call for the Mount Zion team the following morning. Oba Folagbade was excited to meet the team and had requested that the they be allowed to have breakfast with him that morning. However, prompted by Pastor Joju Dairo, Kabiyesi was told not to bother as the team was likely to be fasting for the period they would be ministering in the town. When Pastor Joju Dairo asked Bro. Mike in the evening before they left for Gbolagun Guest House about breakfast, he politely requested that Pastor Joju Dairo should instruct the welfare team not to bother about breakfast and lunch.

Welcome to Onigba-IwofaThe land of Prosperity!!! Oba Folagbade said as he welcomed the guests into his palace. We are glad to have you here with us and we pray that your stay here will give birth to great and mighty testimonies in Jesus name Everyone chorused a loud amen!

“My great grandfather, Adigbaare was the progenitor of this town. He was a prosperous business man who had trade relations with the popular Iyalode Efunsetan Aniwura of Ibadan and Balogun Kuku of Ijebu Ode” Oba Folagbade continued his historical treatise when he realised his guests were rapt with attention. Pastor Joju Dairo was hearing the authentic history of Onigba-Iwofa for the first time.

“Together, Iyalode Efunsetan Aniwura, Balogun Kuku and Adigbaare, my great grandfather formed a trade syndicate of merchandise in slaves, palm oil and cocoa” The audience maintained total silence as everyone got carried away with the story.

“Adigbaare was reputed to have maintained 200 pawns at every point in time thus the appellation Onigba-Iwofa’ He was rich and prosperous in his business empire as he was the link man between Iyalode Efunsetan, Balogun Kuku and the Fulani slave raiders from Borgu and Nupe”

With rapt attention, the guests listened to Oba Folagbde as he reeled out the comprehensive history of Onigba-Iwofa in addition to a list of all the Obas who had reigned before him including the immediate past Adigbaare; his father; Oba Lagooku Agbaruru. He rounded off by thanking them again for not considering Onigba-Iwofa as being too remote for their visit. He thereafter pleaded with them to take greetings back to the Ooni of Ile-Ife, His Royal Majesty, Oba Dr. Okunade Sijuwade, Olubuse II who celebrated his fifth coronation anniversary recently.

In his response, leader of the Mount Zion Team, Brother Mike Bamiloye thanked His Royal Highness profusely for his undying love for mission work and the vast contributions he had made towards the growth of the church of God in Onigba-Iwofa. He thereafter led a short session of prayers for Kabiyesi and his entire family.

The first night of the drama revival was great. The palace grounds which was expected to be a relief of some sort for crowd-control turned out to be grossly inadequate. The turnout of the population was not only massive, but mammoth. From about three O clock in the afternoon, the crowd had almost filled the entire palace grounds. People trooped in from as far as Awofolaju and Aponbiede while some
came via wagons that loaded passengers from neighboring towns of Igangan and Tejuofe.

News had gone round that Chief Hubert Ogunde, the legendary dramatists who; a few years ago released the popular album titled “Yoruba Ronu had been invited by the church at Onigba-Iwofa. Unfortunately, being busy, he had sent his son to come and represent him. Others heard that a Christian theatre group sent by the Ooni of Ile Ife had come to town on the invitation of His Royal Highness, Oba Folagbade Lagooku (Ogajafowomeke II) The Adigbaare of Onigba-Iwofa.

By the time the Mount Zion Team arrived the venue at around 4 O’ clock, there was virtually no space for them to walk through. Church leaders led by Odesola and Major Labode had to lead them through to the crowd to have chance to get to the backstage.

I told youHe is Ogundes son!!! Ogunmefun said to his friend, Layoofe.

Liarwhere is the gap-toothevery child of Ogunde has a gap-tooth except he or she is a bastard!! Layoofe retorted with his big eyes wide opened as he fumed, ready for a fight. I was at the national Theartre in Lagos when I went on holiday with my Uncle. I saw Baba Ogunde and his children with my naked eyes, they all have gap tooth. This man has no gap-tooth, he is not Ogundes son

The local policemen who had been invited to maintain law and order at the venue had been completely overwhelmed by the turn out. Never in the history of Onigba-Iwofa have they seen such mammoth crowd. They simply retreated to the extreme end of the Palace Square to watch the spectacle.

His Royal Highness, Oba Folagbade Lagooku (Ogajafowomeke II) The Adigbaare of Onigba-Iwofa joined the crowd with his retinue of The Olori and Chiefs at about quarter to six in the evening. As soon as he sat, Pastor Joju Dairo mounted the locally made rostrum to announce the commencement of the drama. He started by dispelling the rumours making round town that the Mount Zion team has no relationship with the legendary Hubert Ogunde; although they have great regards and respects for the thespian Lord.

As Pastor Joju Dairo made the announcement, Layoofe looked straight in the direction of Ogunmefun and stared at him mockingly.

“Next time, when your elders are talkinggive them respects Layoofe said sarcastically. Ogunmefun hissed loudly and walked painfully through the thick crowd to another section of the palace square.

When the leader of the team, Brother Mike Bamiloye mounted the stage to introduce the drama, a loud applause greeted his coming. Onigba-Iwofa was witnessing is first Mega Crusade in form of a drama outreach.

“Praise the Loooooord!!!!!! His voice vibrated through the length and breadth of Onigba-Iwofa. The speakers had been rented from a musical band based in Saki. The band was the only one who had access to such loud speakers in the entire axis from Onigba-Iwiofa to Iganna, Saki and Okeho.

Praise the Loooooord!!!!!! Mike Bamiloye shouted again!!! The responding chorus of Hallelujah was deafening. Pastor Joju Dairo grinned with joy where he sat beside the King. The Lord is bringing to pass his desires concerning drama evangelism. He strongly believed drama would draw a large gathering and he was right.

He exchanged glances with his wife who sat beside him. She smiled back. She and her husband had waited on the Lord for seven days in preparations for the drama crusade. One of the prayer points was that the Lord should draw a massive number of people from Onigba-Iwofa and beyond to attend the programme. The Lord had answered that prayer.

Brother Bamiloye was brief in his introduction as he declared the title of the drama to be The Unprofitable Servant

The drama lasted for about one hour and fifteen minutes. Despite the heavy crowd, there was a dead silence as the drama rounded off and Brother Bamiloye began to make the alter call. Only the sobs, cries and wailings of some people in the congregation could be heard.

Dont leave this place without giving your life to Jesus Mike Bamiloyes voice rang out again from the altar!!!

The voice caught Layoofe unawares, he was about stepping out for the venue when the voice rang out. He was already feeling uncomfortable with the turn of events. He came to the programme with two new charms he has just prepared in order to test them. He would have tested the charms on Ogumefun his friend. Only God saved the latter, he would have been carried off the venue with his tongue drooling out of his mouth involuntarily. He would remain in that condition for three days and then die! Moving away from Layoofe was what saved him.

As soon as Bamiloye started to make the altar calls, the charms in Layofe’s pocket dissolved and became liquid flowing down his thighs. The moment he felt the charms dissolved, fear gripped him and he began to find his way out of the venue. Just then, the loud voice of Bamiloye caught him unawares. He stood still and looked at the direction of Bamiloye. He was staring at his direction. He quickly dropped his gaze and became more scared. Tears had already swelled in his eyes. He had never seen anything like that in his life. His father, head of The Awo Opa Cult had died only three months ago. Preparations were in top gear to install him as the new Head of the much dreaded cult.

He quickly turned back and stayed glued to the point where he was. A large number of people had already started trooping to the front to give their lives to Jesus. Layofe was moving too. He could not explain how, but it seemed his legs were moving involuntarily towards the front. A force seemed to be pushing him to keep moving forward. No one looked at his direction, the number of those weeping had increased. Layoofe continued to move forward. He touched his pocket again and felt the coldness of the now dissolved to liquid charm. His heart skipped a beat. He knew the implications. Except he meets a stronger power, the dissolved charm will cause leprosy. In 24 hours, he was going to become leprous. He looked towards the altar. He had now come near the man holding the microphone. He looked up to him as if beckoning for help.

Jesus will forgive you and give you a power greater than the gods you have trusted in before Bamiloye screamed again. His voice was confident and assuring. As soon as Layoofe got to the front he knelt like others and began to say words after the preacher.

The altar call lasted for another thirty minutes. Different prayers were made for various categories of people. Throughout the thirty minutes the prayer lasted, more people kept joining the swarming number of new converts who had already made their way to the front. As soon as the prayers ended, Pastor Joju Dairo announced that the new coverts should come to the church the following day for more prayers and counselling.

Pastor Joju, his wife and major Labode were the last to leave the palace square, venue of the drama crusade.

“Pastor, I cant believe this. drama? Major Labode started a discussion as they moved out of the Square.

To God be all the glory, MajorI never knew it was going to turn out this way tooThe Lord is good Pastor Joju Dairo said.

Our church will not contain worshippers again o Pastor!!! With what I saw today, we must get ready to start building a bigger church

You are right MajorGod is doing a new thing !!!

Just then, they heard a woman sobbing. She was seated on a bench in a corner of the Palace Square. The square had become deserted so it was easy to hear her sobs. Intuitively, Pastor Joju Dairo, his wife and Major moved towards the direction of the woman. She appeared to be praying in tongues and was sobbing at the same time.

She is praying in the spirit Mrs. Sade Dairo said as they moved closer to her.

“Yes, but we cant leave her hereIt wont be safe for her to remain here alone Major explained. Although, Onigba-Iwofa is relatively safe, but you cant tell when things will change. That is why in the Army, we were trained to expect and prepare for the worst at every moment

The woman appeared to have heard the voices because she stopped praying and held the sobs.

We are sorry to disturb your communion with heavenbut we felt it might not be safe to stay here beyond now. The programme is over, we can escort you home”

Thank you Sir. Thank you Sir The woman said as she lifted her tear soaked eyes. Everything that happened tonight was because of me She said amidst the sobs. Thank you for inviting this people to Onigba-IwofaGod brought them here just because of meThat message is for meThank you SirThank you Sir

To God be the GloryWhere is your place, lets escort you home

No need PastorAlthough I came in from Ibadan today after many years of being away, I still know my way through. Onigba-Iwofa hasnt changed much. I will find my way home. My parents’ house is not far from your church. I saw it today when I arrived from Ibadan. Thank God I came at the right timeand thank you for the great work you are doing here She smiled for the first time. Her face gleamed in the darkness as the moonlight made it possible to see her clearly.

To God be the Glory” Pastor Joju Dairo replied. “Nice to meet you. Welcome home from Ibadan after many years? However, since your house is along our path, lets move together then” Pastor Joju Dairo said smiling.

Lets walk together Sister, we cant leave you hereWe cant. Mrs Sade Dairo also lend her voice. She smiled as she spoke exposing her gap tooth. Her pleasant smiles appealed to the woman. She stood as they walked together towards the Mission House.

“Thank you Pastor. My name is Mrs. Aarinola Paseda She announced as they moved out of the palace Square.

Pastor Joju Dairo stiffened as he heard the name. He took two steps back and looked at the woman againMajor Labode also moved closer to her at the mention of her name

Wait!!! I said it, darkness almost deceived meAarinola!!! I cant believe my eyes!!! What are you doing here? Pastor Joju almost screamed.

Aarinola stared at Joju again, this time more intensely and remembered her old school mate. She recalled that he was the one she met when she visited The Jesus Generation Assembly in Ibadan to discuss with the Senior Pastor of the church concerning the case of Oyinkan and Dr. Morakinyo Olagunsoye.

Jesus !!! Joju!!!…What are you doing here? Aarinola was amazed.

I took over temporarily from Dr. Olagunsoye, he is currently on a Special course at The Bible college in Ikeji Arakeji” Joju explained.

Oh my Godthis is too good to be trueSo its Dr. Olagunsoyes church!!! I knew, when he started this missionin fact, he Aarinola stopped abruptly when she realised that she was talking too much Ah, its really a small world She smiled sheepishly.

A small world indeedAm happy to meet you again in faraway Onigba-Iwofa. Meet my wife Joju pointed at his Sade who immediately stretched her hands to embrace Aarinola lovingly.

“Excuse me Sisterwhich Aarinola is yours, the daughter of Boda Labinjo Oderinde? Major Labode asked, his face shone as he recognized Aarinola.

IF WITCHES WERE HORSES – Episode 54

“A small world indeed…Am happy to meet you again in faraway Onigba-Iwofa. Meet my wife” Joju pointed at his Sade who immediately stretched her hands to embrace Aarinola lovingly.

“Excuse me Sister…which Aarinola is yours, the daughter of Boda Labinjo Oderinde?” Major Labode asked, his face shone as he recognized Aarinola.

“Uncle Labode!!! My goodness…I thought they said….?” Aarinola stiffened as she recognized Major Labode.

“Yes, they did not just say…I actually ran mad for seven years…But thanks to Jesus who sent His servants to Onigba-Iwofa just because of me!!! I am The Chairman of the Planning committee for this Drama Crusade” Major announced gleefully.

“Jesus is Lord…This is too good to be true…Uncle Labode…This is you !!!”

“Am glad you know each other” Pastor Joju Dairo said as they continued walking towards the Mission House.

“Ah…Everybody knows everyone in Onigba-Iwofa…The town is not big…We know one another” Major Labode said laughing heartily. “Besides her Uncle’s wife; Eebudola is my mother’s niece” Major explained further.

“Oh really, I never knew you and Sister Eebudola are related….” Pastor Joju Dairo said as they moved closer to the Mission House.

“Pastor, you and Mummy can go home, I will escort Aarinola to her parents’ house”

“Ah…very nice of you Major. Thank you so much…Lets meet in church by 10 tomorrow morning Sir”

“Very well Sir…Good night Mummy”

“Good Night Sir…Good night Sister Aarinola” Mrs. Sade Dairo said as they departed at the gate of the Mission House.

That night, an unusual peace reigned over Onigba-Iwofa town.  All the hosts of Heaven operating within the vicinity including Greatone and Powerone gathered to worship The Master at the Palace Square. As they did, fog-like dew descended and covered every house in the town. For the first time, Greatone and Powerone rode on a white horse each, their swords flaming with fire and blazing through the night. As they worshipped, a company of Angels descended from heaven and joined them singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

“Onigba-Iwofa is finally delivered” Greatone said to his colleague Powerone. The latter nodded, smiled, drew his sword and raised it in a sign of victory. He galloped with the others round the Square to the admiration and celebration of other Hosts.

“A toast to Dr. Morakinyo Olagunsoye who pioneered this mission work…Hip !!! Hip !!! Hip !!!” Powerone started a toast after he had finished galloping spree. The other Hosts responded by shouting “Hurray !!!”

“To Pastor Kunle Kalejaye who supported this work and gave it the needed back up…Hip!!! Hip!!! Hip !!!”   

“Hurray !!!”

“To Pastor Joju Dairo and his wife who took over from Dr. Morakinyo Olagunsoye and increased the tempo…Hip!!! Hip!!! Hip !!!”   

“Hurray !!!”

“To His Royal Highness, Oba Folagbade Lagooku (Ogajafowomeke II) The Adigbaare of Onigba-Iwofa, who supported this work and gave it the needed back up…Hip!!! Hip!!! Hip !!!”   

“Hurray !!!”

The angelic celebration continued throughout the night until the wee hours of the morning when the angels returned to their various duty posts.

Aarinola was first to get to the church the following morning. She had a sleepless night thinking of the events that occurred at the crusade ground.

“So this can happen in Onigba-Iwofa…God, I am sorry I despised my Jerusalem…No wonder I kept having that dream about Dr. Olagunsoye…I dreamt about him and he came to serve here…Now he has gone to the Bible College and I continue having dreams about him… Am I not becoming a borrowed vessel…I shouldn’t have abandoned my Jerusalem” She laid awake all through the night speaking to herself over and over again.

Before nine o clock, she had arrived the church to meet Pastor Joju Dairo. Although Joju was her classmate in school, a deep sense of awe and regard for the man of God had come upon her since she met Joju last night. She waited in the church for another thirty minutes before Joju arrived the church. She wanted to be the first to see the Pastor so that she could return to have some time to speak to her mother whom she had already started speaking to about Jesus when she first a arrived the day before. The attraction of the drama crusade led her to leave her for the place grounds at exactly six in the evening.

“Haaa!!! Sister Aarinola!!! Didn’t you sleep…?” Joju was pleasantly shocked to meet Aarinola in the church. She had joined a couple of women she met in the church to tidy up the sanctuary.

“I wanted to be the first to receive the dew from heaven before other members come” she explained throwing Joju into some laughter.

‘You are most welcome” Pastor Joju said as he led Aarinola to sit in a small office within the church. Joju hardly ever sits with women in that office. He would rather stay in the church hall to counsel a woman. This was part of the strict warnings he received from Pastor Kalejaye before setting out for Onigba-Iwofa. However, Joju had known Aarinola for more than twenty years when they were classmates in the secondary school. While he got admission into the university, Aarinola settled for a technical college where she studied Secretarial Administration.

 “God is leading me to work with this commission!!!” The words dropped like a bombshell. It was the least Joju expected to hear from his classmate.

“I don’t understand…How, Sister Aarinola…I don’t understand” Joju asked looking confused. “I am happy to hear that God is leading you to work with this commission…but how feasible that will be is what I don’t understand…I know you work in the University at Ibadan, so…how?”

“Pastor, I have not been to Onigba-Iwofa in seven years and that was deliberate. I decided to stay away from my parents and relations because of their fetish background…Early this year, God began to speak to me about my Jerusalem but I did not understand” Aarinola explained further, giving details of the dreams and how she was the one God used to direct Morakinyo to find his place of destiny at Onigba-Iwofa.

Pastor Joju listened to Aarinola attentively, shaking his head intermittently as the woman explained what God has been leading her to do and the hindrances she experienced on her way from Ibadan to Onigba-Iwofa two days ago.

“I will advise that you seek the face of God for more clarity on this assignment and mission, especially as touching your job and son. Besides, I also think you need to discuss this with your father in the Lord for more guidance, direction and proper release. That is very crucial and important”

“I agree with you Sir. I will do that Sir” She said and knelt asking Pastor Joju to pray for her. As soon as Pastor Joju finished praying for her, she brought out an envelope from her bag and stretched it to him. Joju was shocked, he stared blankly at the envelope unsure of what to say.

“Sister Aarinola, why are you doing this now?”

“Because God commanded it! Very simple” Aarinola answered snappily. “You are free to reject it if and only if you can prove that this is not Gods commandment” She stretched the envelope further and turned her face away from it. Pastor Joju smiled and collected the envelope.

“The Lord will increase you and enlarge your coast o every side. He will cause the light of his countenance to shine on you and give you peace”

As Pastor Joju prayed, Aarinola went on her knees again.

By the time Aarinola stepped out of Pastor Joju’s office, half of the church was filled up. New converts from the drama crusade had arrived for the Believers Class announced by Pastor Joju. Eebudola was already leading them in local praises by the time Pastor Joju stepped out. She was not only the “official worship leader” but also the head usher and “Chief Protocol Officer” She could sing under any circumstances, music being her passion. She was said to have been receiving training under renowned Waka maestro, Alhaja Batile Alake in Ijebu-Igbo before her parents forcefully betrothed her to Odewole. That put paid to her music career as Odewole insisted his wife cannot be a “beggar”

Ever since she started attending the church, she had begun to put the pieces of her musical passion together by leading praise sessions using her local waka skills. She turned and coined some popular waka songs into Christian stuffs and that alone had attracted some folks into the church. At the drama crusade, she sang some of her converted waka songs to the admiration of all including Oba Folagbade, an enthusiast of Alhaja Batile Alake’s music.

As Pastor Joju stepped out of the church office to see Aarinola off, he gave a thumb up to Eeebudola who was completely enraptured in the praise session. She managed to courtesy and continue leading the already frenzied congregation of new converts and other church members.

As soon as Aarinola left the church, she went straight to the Mission House to greet Mrs. Sade Dairo. Her husband had informed Aarinola that Sade was at home coordinating the arrangements for the welfare of the Mount Zion Team, particularly their feeding later in the evening.

Sade Dairo recognised Aarinola as she stepped into the compound. She was in the company of Mrs. Labode who was taking final instructions from her concerning the welfare of the team lodging at Gbelegun Guest House.

“Haa!!! Sister Aarinola!!! Good to see you!!! Thank you for coming!!!” She stood met Aarinola as she walked into the compound and embraced her. Aarinola was pleasantly surprised but deeply pleased with the woman.

‘What a wonderful woman!!! She barely met me only yesterday and she is this receptive and accommodating’ Aarinola thought.

“I have been to the church; I have met Pastor. But I thought it wise to also come and say hello to you in the Mission house”

“Haa!! Thank you so much, that was very thoughtful of you. Am glad you came” Sade smiled broadly as she embraced Aarinola again for the third time. She was truly happy that Aarinola came. Ever since she arrived Onigba-Iwofa in company of her husband about a month ago, that was the first time she was meeting an elite. Apart from Oba Folagbade’s wife, no other woman appeared lettered or exposed in the whole of the town. Even Mrs. Labode whose husband was a retired army officer was a stark illiterate.

Relating with the women was a major boring burden for Sade who was not only born with silver spoon but was an ajebo to the core. But for the mission work and her husband’s passion which she respects and love, she had no business tens of kilometers away from Onigba-Iwofa. Aarinola’s coming was a sort of relief. As soon as Mrs. Labode took her leave, they quickly struck a chord and began to discuss different issues ranging from missions to business and music. For another one hour, Aarinola was at the Mission House with Mrs. Sade Dairo discussing her new found burden and passion with the Pastors wife.

Many of the new converts came with their charms, amulets and several other fetish items. Layoofe was also there. He came with some paraphernalia of his Awo-Opa Cult and a special robe belonging to his late father. The robe was to be tied round him on the day he would have been installed the next head of the Awo-Opa Cult.

As soon as Eebudola finished the worship session, Pastor Joju stepped forward and spoke generally to all the new converts and prayed for them. He thereafter asked those who wish to surrender their charms and other fetish objects to come and drop them at the base of the altar. Layoofe was first to step out with all the paraphernalia that he brought. Others followed and within minutes, the altar base was reeling with loads of fetish objects.

Major Labode and a few other members of the Church stood around to ensure all went well. Odewole, Eeebudola husband came late. He entered the church carrying a basket load of charms and fetish objects. One of the members of the church standing at the entrance made attempts to help him with the load, but Odewole quickly pushed him away with one hand. He knew the implications; he alone could touch the basket except someone with a higher spiritual power.

Eebudola turned back suddenly and saw her husband enter the church with a basket load of charms. She threw her hands up in the air and shouted “Prrrrresssssaaaaaa Lorrrrrrrduuuu”

“So when are you coming over here again?” Sade asked enthusiastically. The thoughts of Aarinola coming over to Onigba-Iwofa to keep her company had already appealed to her. From her discussion with Aarinola, she had found her to be a very spiritually minded woman. Aarinola told her everything about Morakinyo and her meeting with Oyinkan including all that she said about her mission to Onigba-Iwofa, leaving Sade mouth-agape.

“Well, I have not decided yet. When I return to Ibadan, I will pray more about it and discuss with my Senior Pastor for more counsel, prayers and release. But, the burden is clear and real, God wants me to serve in my Jerusalem” Aarinola explained.

“I understand. The Lord will lead you aright and give direction”

“Amen…thank you my Sister…I have to go. I promised my mother I won’t spend more than an hour… Here am I, I have spent two hours with you alone” The two of them burst into laughter and embraced again like old friends.

Pastor Joju prayed on all the fetish objects and ordered the men to pack them out of the church compound. Fear gripped the men including Major when Pastor Joju gave the instruction. They all stood back and watched with fear as Pastor Joju alone packed the charms and dropped them outside the open space within the compound of the church.

Emboldened, Major and Odewole joined Pastor Joju in moving the fetish objects out of the church. Layoofe also followed suit and within minutes, all the fetish objects had been moved outside the church to the open space for immediate burning.

A loud shout of “Hallelujah” greeted the huge bonfire that was ignited from the debris of the fetish objects. Pastor Joju started a song in the local language and was immediately chorused by the crowd of church members, new converts and passersby who had been attracted by the huge fire. A large number of children had also joined the crowd outside the church and caught in the frenzy of the chorus accompanied by heavy and loud clapping.

Agbara Nla m be ninu eje !!!       

Agbara Nla m be ninu eje !!!        

Agbara Nla m be ninu eje Jesu Kristi     

Agbara nla m be ninu eje !!!

There is Power mighty in the blood !!!

There is Power mighty in the blood !!!

There is Power mighty in the blood of Jesus Christ

There is Power mighty in the blood !!!

The crowd began to move back gradually as the tongues of the fire increased in size. Some feared the worst may happen as a result of the action being taken by the Pastor and his disciples.

“Am afraid…something terrible is about to happen!!!” Ilelomia said, holding tightly to her friend Mojoyin.

“Am afraid too…What if the gnomes or elves residing in those charms get angry and suddenly jump out and begin to slaughter everone!!! Heeeehhh!!!” Mojoyin also held on to Ilelomia, shivering as she watched the spectacle.

“The fire is still burning, and nothing is happening…Won’t the gods get angry and fight for themselves???” Ilelomia said.

Mojoyin hissed and spat “Which gods…or you wanted to say idols…. Powerless idols…If nothing happens here today, nobody will pull me out of this church again. Not even my late mother will convince me otherwise…”

“Yes…the gods of Onigba-Iwofa are dead today finally” Ilelomia said shaking her fist at the fire!

Yes!!! Dead Forever!!!” Mojoyin echoed.

Ilelomia stared blankly at her friend and burst into laughter.

“You know, it’s kind of strange…Mojoyin and Ilelomia are speaking with the same voice for the first time…This Jesus is doing something ooo” Mojoyin said falling on her friend as the two of them laughed heartily again. Suddenly, they heard a loud noise as everyone looked towards the direction of the palace!!!