“IF WITCHES WERE HORSES”
©️Kolade Segun Okeowo
“No problem…Do you remember anything about him? Anything at all” Mrs. Paseda said investigatively. The mention of Onigba-Iwofa, her hometown had suddenly sparked a personal interest in her. She also remembered that a Senior Lecturer in her place of work at the University; Dr. Morakinyo Olagunsoye had gone on mission field at Onigba-Iwofa.
“I am sorry, I can’t remember anything again” Oyinkan said almost sobbing.
Truly, her mind had gone completely blank. She remembered nothing about Morakinyo again!
By the time Pastor Kalejaye and his entourage left the palace of Oba Folagbade, it was already 4pm. The King was very much at home with Pastor and his wife. They discussed generally on government policies on rural areas and the position of Obaship under the military dispensation. When they moved into discussion about Morakinyo and his wife, Oba Folagbade invited the Pastor, his wife and Morakinyo to the inner chambers of the palace.
“I was equally shocked when our Pastor told me he wanted to get married. He told me such could be done under the laws of your Church” Pastor Kalejaye and his wife smiled.
“Let me confess today, I knew it was wrong. I knew such marriage is not legally binding, null, void and of no effect. My years of experience as a Court Clerk taught me marriages don’t hold that way. But you see Sir, what God used Pastor Morakinyo to deliver us from in this town was enough to blind my senses. I was the one who joined them, even when I knew I was doing the wrong thing. Whatever, he requested, I gave him!!! If he had asked for my wife at that time, I probably would have considered it” Kabiyesi said jokingly, throwing Pastor and his wife into hearty laughter too. Morakinyo also managed to smile, though uneasily.
“So, what will happen to the two of them when she is eventually found” Folagbade asked.
Pastor Kalejaye smiled. He knew the King has asked a question that is very difficult to answer. He needed the wisdom of God to respond at this stage.
“Your Highness, we need God to lead us to solve this knotty and naughty issue. However, one thing is certain. They are not married, both in the sight of man and in the sight of God” The King nodded in agreement.
“What they have been doing all this while is co-habitation” Pastor sighed; he wished he didn’t have to say all these in the presence of the King who is Morakinyo’s convert. He however thought of the implication of the King finding out all these by himself if he tried to keep the truth from him.
“When we get to Ibadan, we shall ask God to teach us what to do concerning their case. Pastor Morakinyo is old enough to get married. I see no reason why he wanted the whole thing done in secret” Pastor Kalejaye said throwing up his hands.
Just before Kabiyesi finished his discussion with Pastor Kalejaye and his wife, the table had been set for a hot meal of pounded yam. The Olori did not make any announcement, neither did she give room for any suspicion that food was being prepared. She only moved in and out of the meeting at different intervals. When she finally returned, she simply came to invite the guests to the palace dining table.
“Daddy Pastor, Mummy Pastor and Pastor Morakinyo, pounded yam is waiting for you. The table is set” Pastor Kalejaye exchanged glances with his wife and smiled. They were caught unawares.
“Olori…When did you start planning for this…? This is nothing but a coup” They all burst into laughter again. “Thank you very much Ma… God will surprise you pleasantly in Jesus name” Pastor Kalejaye prayed as they all rose and moved to the dinning section of the palace.
Mrs. Paseda could not believe her ear when Oyinkansola who had recounted several minute details including her parental background, and involvement with the marine occult world suddenly could not remember the events that took place last in her life. She sensed the presence of evil and stood away from her. She began to speak in aggressive tongues, though barely audible.
The other members of the team joined her as the spoke in tongues in low voices, binding all the forces of evil operating within the vicinity of the ward and the entire hospital. Oyinkan stared blankly at the prayer warriors, wobbled gradually into the bed and slept off. Mrs. Paseda moved closer to her and laid hands on her.
Morakinyo led Pastor Kalejaye and his entourage to the homes of a few remaining members of the church for visitations and prayers. The first place he took them to was the home of the Odewoles. Although the hunter was not around, Eebudola was not willing to entertain the visitors. Her husband had given strict warning against having anything to do with the church.
However when she saw the Senior Pastor, his wife and the entourage, the good natured Africaness in her gave way. She quickly got benches and made them comfortable. Pastor Kalejaye acknowledged and thanked her for all the efforts she had put in so far into the success of the church since it started about six months. He tendered apologies on behalf of the mother Church in Ibadan for their inability to visit them since inception. He promised that things will change henceforth.
The visit to Eebudola wife of Odewole was brief as she gave a rather nonchalant attitude to the words and prayers of Pastor Kalejaye. In fact when the Pastor prayed, she did not close her eyes. While the prayer was going on, Pastor Mrs. had signaled to one of the brothers to get some items from the bus. As soon as the prayers ended, she presented the gift items of food and some canned juice to the family. Eebudola was pleasantly surprised. She was seeing such a big loaf of bread for the first time in her life. She had heard tales of such big loaves from people who travelled to Ibadan and Lagos. Now, without travelling to Lagos or Ibadan, such a loaf has been placed in her hands on a platter of gold.
Suddenly, Oyinkansola opened her eyes and sat up again. She looked around confusingly as if she had slept for a long time. She stared at Mrs. Paseda and said “What did you ask me that time?”
Mrs. Paseda raised her hand in a sign of ‘Hallelujah’
By the time Morakinyo had taken Pastor Kalejaye and his team around, about ten families had been visited. Each of the families visited were prayed for and given various incentives ranging from loaves of bread, beverages and can drinks. Pastor Mrs. Kalejaye, a no stranger to mission field experience had loaded the bus with all goodies before they left Ibadan.
When they returned to the parsonage later in the evening, Pastor Kalejaye announced they would spend the night in a vigil. No one complained. Even nine year old Akinlolu volunteered to join. However Pastor Kalejaye permitted a period of rest till 10pm when the vigil started.
As the Onigba-Iwofa team was having a vigil, another session of night prayers went on in the home of Mrs. Paseda. The revelations by Oyinkansola were not only scary but equally disturbing. Before the team left her in the hospital, she was able to re-call her experiences with Morakinyo and mentioned names.
Shocked by the information given by Oyinkan, Mrs. Paseda had begun to make contacts on how to reach Dr. Olagunsoye. One of the members of her team had volunteered to reach out to a Pastor in the Church where Morakinyo attends with a view to getting in touch with him as soon as possible. In her confession, Oyinkan had requested to meet Morakinyo urgently to seek his forgiveness.
The team prayers led by Mrs. Paseda centered on the life of Oyinkan, the patient in the hospital who had just given her life to Christ. Just before they left the hospital, Mrs. Paseda had led her to Christ and she gave information concerning her relations in Ayenuro near Lokoja in Kwara State.
The process of leading her to Christ earlier in the day was very emotional and touching. Mrs. Paseda had extended a hand to her to join for prayers after saying the sinners’ confession. She grabbed both hands and held on tightly to it as Paseda prayed for her. She wept almost uncontrollably throughout the prayers. Even after the prayers, she refused to let go of the hands but drew Mrs. Paseda closer to herself for a deep embrace that lasted for almost two minutes.
As the team set to leave her, she waved at them with teary eyes and said “Please come tomorrow”
“We will come. Stay blessed. The Lord be with you” Mrs. Paseda said with assurance.
The vigil at Onigba-Iwofa started on a good note with a session of worship and praises. All the brethren who came with Pastor Kalejaye from Ibadan were involved. Only Mummy and Akinlolu were excused to rest. The prayers revolved around the eventual deliverance of Morakinyo from the powers of possession and oppression. As the prayers progressed, Pastor Kalejaye called for a break. He sat and gave Morakinyo some instructions.
“As we prayed, I received a direction from The Holy Spirit. The Sprit of The Lord said to me ‘remove every image of Hagatha from this house’ Brother Morakinyo, who is Hagatha?” Pastor Said.
Morakinyo ran his hand over his head and stared blankly “Hagatha…? I have never heard that before. There is no Hagatha here”
“But that is what the Spirit of The Lord told me. I heard him clearly…He said ‘remove every image of Hagatha from this house’ The Lord cant be wrong”
A long silence reigned as Pastor Kalejaye began to speak in tongues silently. “Remove every image of Hagatha from this house” Pastor Kalejaye muttered to himself “God you are great”
Suddenly, Lanre remembered something.
“Praise The Lord Sir” Lanre interrupted Pastor Kalejaye’s thoughts.
“Hallellujah” Everyone chorused.
“Yes Lanre. You have something to say?” Pastor Kalejaye asked.
“Yes Daddy…I know who Hagatha is!” Lanre sounded like a bombshell. He spoke so confidently that everyone was eager to listen to him.
“Yes go on Lanre, we are all ears….Who is Hagatha?”
“Uncle Morakinyo’s wife is Hagatha” A pin drop silence followed Lanre’s declaration. Morakinyo fell heavily into the sofa. Although, Lanre had told him some things before the coming of Pastor Kalejaye and his team, he merely listened to Lanre for courtesy sake. Now the pieces are coming together. The disappearance of Oyinkan at the coming of Lanre was enough reason to believe the allegations by Lanre. Morakinyo was already sobbing again though silently.
“When I was in the teaching hospital, she appeared to me as strange personality and declared to me her name was not Betty but Hagatha. The picture over there is hers. I have no doubt she is the Hagatha God spoke to Daddy about” Lanre explained boldly and effortlessly.
“Thank you Jesus. Thank you for shedding light on our path” Pastor said and bowed as if he prayed. When he lifted his head, he looked in the direction of the hung pictures of Morakinyo and Oyinkan on the wall. “Bring those pictures for me”
One of the brothers from Ibadan stepped close to the pictures, removed them from the wall and handed them over to Pastor Kalejaye.
“What other items belong to her in this house” Pastor Kalejaye asked Morakinyo.
“Her clothes, books and other personal belongings” Morakinyo explained tiredly. He was getting completely confused and angry with himself. Exhaustion was clearly written on his face.
“Please bring them. Everything that belongs to her”
Morakinyo stood immediately and beckoned to the Head of Evangelism Team to join in assisting him. In a short while, two travelling bags stuffed with clothes, shoes and books were brought out to the living room.
“We will set all these on fire outside. Let’s go” Pastor Kalejaye said and stood immediately.
Outside, the parsonage, the items had been set on the ground, ready to be burnt when the Evangelism Director moved close to Pastor Kalejaye and whispered to his ears.
“Daddy, burning her properties could lead to a legal tussle if she comes around to accuse us of willful damage and forceful confiscation of property. We might be guilty of both since we do not have her consent to do this. I suggest we move all her items with us to Ibadan for safe keep. We are in order since we have the consent of her man to move them” The Evangelism Director advised.
“I see…Thank you” Pastor Kalejaye sighed deeply and considered what The Evangelism Director said. Pastor Kalejaye doesn’t toy with legal advises especially coming from the Director of Evangelism who was not only a lawyer but a brilliant one for that matter. Pastor Kalejaye, though very tolerant of opinions from his ministers have many reasons to trust the judgment of Wole Olaoye.
Barrister Wole Olaoye, though a director of Evangelism, was a lawyer of no mean reputation. He was a civil rights activist and human rights lawyer. Eight years ago as a young Lawyer, he had represented the Gani Fawehinmi Chambers in Lagos during the case of popular President of The National Union of Nigerian Students (NUNS) Comrade Segun Okeowo who led a massive nationwide students’ protest; code named ALI MUST GO.
Barrister Wole Olaoye had single-handedly argued against and got the 43-day illegal military detention of the Students’ Union Leader by the Military administration of General Olusegun Obasanjo quashed by the court. He also secured the immediate release of the heavily bearded Comrade Segun Okeowo from detention.
Pastor Kalejaye immediately ordered the bags to be removed into the church bus while they await Morakinyo who went to get kerosene. Soon Morakinyo returned with the kerosene but Pastor explained to him that the kerosene would no longer be needed.
The pictures were set on fire. Suddenly, as the pictures burnt, the shrieking screams of a woman’s voice came directly from the picture. The voice was clearly audible though not loud. Morakinyo could recognize the voice. It was the voice of Oyinkansola; his wife. Morakinyo sank to the ground and fainted. The shock and fear was visible on the faces of the brethren except Pastor Kalejaye and Barrister Wole Olaoye. Immediately, Pastor Kalejaye ordered that Morakinyo be carried into the parsonage.
Inside, Mummy Kalejaye had woken and joined the team in the living room. Morakinyo was there on the floor stretched out. The brethren were fanning him and spraying water on his face.
The Strike Team from the Pythons’ Confraternity comprising of its four deadliest members made it to Felele Rab at exactly 11pm. The car used, had a military plate number. The Capone had provided one of his father’s private vehicles. He removed the official army plate number from an official car and attached it to the car used for the Felele Rab operation. From Akure to Ibadan, the car enjoyed free movement and got salutes from police and military men along the road and at all the check points. No one dared to question the movement of a senior military officer, no matter the time of the day.
The vigilante check point into the Felele Rab was very strong with solid barrier of iron bars and rods placed across the road to form a blockade. The men on duty were men of the dreaded Agbekoya group. They were armed to the teeth with local charms and fortifications. As the Benz 200 car approached the gate, the security men sprang to their feet and moved towards it for questioning. The gate normally closes at 10pm, so they were not expecting any car to be at the gate by 11.00pm.
Ade Tiger who drove the car slowed down as he approached the gate and switched off the full light. The Vigilante men turned their powerful torch to the car. Suddenly, the head of the team identified the military plate number, he quickly gave signal to his men to allow the vehicle pass since it was a military vehicle. He also gave a salute to the occupant of the car.
“That is the ADC to Governor Oladayo Popoola. He has a girlfriend he comes to see at night on the last street…Ekun!!! He is a very generous man. He is a Major” The head of the Vigilante Team announced proudly.
The car parked in front of the Durotoye’s house while the occupant surveyed the house from the other side of the road. The lights in the house were completely turned off.
“That makes the job easier” Sad Man, Head of the Hit Squad spoke for the first time since they entered Ibadan.
“IF WITCHES WERE HORSES”
©️Kolade Segun Okeowo
‘Ade Tiger’ who drove the car slowed down as he approached the gate and switched off the full light. The Vigilante men turned their powerful torch to the car. Suddenly, the head of the team identified the military plate number, he quickly gave signal to his men to allow the vehicle pass since it was a military vehicle. He also gave a salute to the occupant of the car.
“That is the ADC to Governor Oladayo Popoola. He has a girlfriend he comes to see at night on the last street…Ekun!!! He is a very generous man. He is a Major” The head of the Vigilante Team announced proudly.
The car parked in front of the Durotoye’s house while the occupants surveyed the house from the other side of the road. The lights in the house were completely turned off.
“That makes the job easier” Sad Man, Head of the Hit Squad spoke for the first time since they entered Ibadan. “Bold, you and Goatee, proceed into the house, once clear, radio”
Just then, there was a power outage.
The duo of Bold and Goatee alighted from the car and walked stealthily to the gate of the house. The fence is the low type, a little lower than six feet, so jumping over it was not a difficult task for Bold and Goatee.
Their landing on the other side was with a silent thud. They both wore soft padded Nike canvass shoes. Bold held a master key with which he used to turn the lock of the main door. The blackout helped as he fiddled with the key. Goatee stood alert with the walkie-talkie close to his mouth and ready to make distress call in case of any intrusion.
The ADC to Lt. Col. Oladayo Popoola, the Governor of Oyo State truly has a mistress he comes to see at night on the last street of Felele Rab. However, he had come into the Estate earlier than the head of the Vigilante team thought. At exactly 11.30pm, he drove his army green Peugeot 504 Car to the gate and flashed the headlamp.
Surprised to see the army plate number again, the head of The Vigilante Team became suspicious. “This man just pass now with another motor…How come be say, hin dey drive another motor”
He moved close to the driver side of the car. Major Ayodeji Odulanke wound down the glass of his side wondering why the security men want identification again. He had passed the gate at odd hours several times, so they ought to know him.
“Oga, na you!!! Good evening Sir. I be think say na you just drive inside estate now e no reach like ten minutes pass. You carry one blue Mercedes Benz 200 car wey carry army number enter”
Major Odulanke stroked his moustache and smiled “No, I have been inside the estate since around 7pm”
“Haa! Something dey happen ooo!!!”
“What is it?” Ayodeji asked calmly
“Oga, we go need your help oo. One Mercedes 200 enter now. We been wan suspect the people inside but as e carry army number; we come think say na you”
“I see, what are you thinking now and what would you like that I do?”
“Sir, we suspect say, that car wan do something bad inside this estate. Please, you fit arrange for soldiers join us make we arrest them quick quick”
Major Ayodeji smiled again. He knew the security men might just be hyper-sensitive, but it is better than being retroactive. Besides, his live in mistress and lover who just gave him a baby boy, three months ago lives in the estate. He picked his radio and alerted Mokola Barracks, the nearest military formation for back up and gave them ten minutes to arrive.
He parked his car outside the gate of the estate and felt his Glock 199mm compact semi automatic pistol beside him. He breathed a sigh of relief and bent to pull out a Beretta AR70 automatic rifle from under his seat. He cocked it in readiness for possible action. He removed the pistol adjusted the magazine and checked the grip safety before returning it to his back pocket.
He picked the Berretta Rifle and jumped down from the car to meet the vigilante men. When they saw him with the rifle, the men smiled and were encouraged. He pulled out his radio again and communicated with the backup team. They confirmed to him they were already about five minutes away on the Ring Road.
Although Bold and Goatee gained access into the house, they met no one. The house was completely silent. Bold pointed his torch to every corner of the house and heard no voice or movement. Disappointed, Goatee gave the massive shelf in the living room a hard hit with his leg. The shelf came crashing with a loud noise. Sad Man and Ade Tiger heard the noise and quickly got the car ready to move. Sad Man radioed Bold and Goatee.
“Guys, sambalidate for immediate vamoose!!!”
The backup team from Mokola barracks had arrived with a pick up van with eight fully armed soldiers. Major Ayodeji Odulanke gave instructions to the men to hide in the gutters near the gate entrance and lay in to wait for the return of the Mercedes Benz. A lone patrol team of the vigilante had given report that the car was sighted with two occupants in front of house 17. Ayodeji had given instruction that if the car does not return in five minutes, house 17 should be stormed immediately.
On the dot of five minutes, Ayodeji was about giving instructions for the men to storm house 17 when flickers of light from the Mercedes Benz car appeared. The men lying in the gutters remained quiet. Ayodeji stood in the security cubicle, his pistol firmly gripped. He touched the Beretta AR70 automatic rifle slung across his shoulder and nodded in satisfaction.
The car slowed down at the gate and dimmed its lights. Ade Tiger expected the men to give the normal salute but instead, the head of the security team ordered the occupants to step down for identification. Sad Man rolled down his side glass and explained that the car just passed the gate a few moments ago.
“Oga, please come down for identification” The Vigilante head spoke politely.
Suddenly, Sad Man pulled out an Ak 47 rifle, opened the door with swift speed and aimed the gun at the Head of the vigilante team. The man quickly went down on the other side of the car and rolled away in a jiffy into the side gutter. At the same second, the eight soldiers’ hiding in the gutter jumped out with their guns aimed at Sad Man and the car. The voice of Major Ayodeji Odulanke rang out clearly in the darkness.
“Drop that gun; you are completely surrounded you fool!!!”
Sad Man looked around and saw eight guns pointing to him from different directions. He knew he will only be foolish to try anything smart. He dropped the rifle on the roof of the car and raised his hands in the air. Inside the car, Bold and Goatee already dropped their pistols and moved slowly out with hands on their heads.
“Move towards me, away from your car and lie face down…Now!!!” Ayodeji barked out the instructions.
They obeyed and moved towards Major Ayodeji. One after the other, they lied face down on the tarred road. One of the soldiers moved close to check their bodies for weapons. Another two ransacked the car.
Jack knives were recovered from their pockets and a pistol from Sad Man’s pocket. From the car, they recovered two rifles, a pump action gun and two locally made pistols.
“Thank you guys!!! Get them locked up in the barracks. Tomorrow, hand them over to the police. Tell the police, Major Ayodeji Odulanke is involved in this case…So, no stories!”
“Yes Sir!!!” The Head of the Army backup Team, a Lieutenant replied immediately. The men of the vigilante were scared beyond measure. They lied on their faces, thanking Major Ayodeji for coming at the right time.
Mrs. Durotoye didn’t know when the Pastor and his wife left for Onigba-Iwofa; she would have traveled with them. Although Pastor Kalejaye had prayed for her when she came to report to him about the dream she had concerning Lanre, she was still restless. She had gone to meet Pastor again that afternoon when she got information that the Senior Pastor, his wife and some members of The Evangelical Team had gone to Onigba-Iwofa. Although she was happy that Pastor Kalejaye had gone to meet Morakinyo, the dream she had about her son was still a source of concern.
As she stepped out of the church compound, she met Sister Chioma a member of the Evangelism Team who explained to her further that the Senior Pastor had directed all the members of the evangelism to meet over the night to pray for Brother Morakinyo and his mission.
“Haa. That’s good. I will also join…What time will the vigil commence?”
“As usual Ma,10pm” Chioma had explained to her.
“Thank you Sister Chioma, I will join you”
Mrs. Durotoye made good her promise to join the Evangelism Team in the vigil. While she was lost in the fervent prayers that took place at the church, the duo of Bold and Goatee were ransacking her house.
Morakinyo opened his eyes after some minutes of rest. Pastor had prayed some simple prayers while he was seated and told the brethren to relax, and that Morakinyo will soon come around. He assured them that his fainting was more of a combination of shock and exhaustion from the crisis at hand rather than an attack as some of the brethren might be thinking.
When eventually, Morakinyo came around, there was joy written on every face. Morakinyo coughed and requested for water which Lanre quickly rushed to get. After drinking the water, Pastor Kalejaye asked everyone to sing some songs of praise after which he prayed and asked everyone to go and sleep.
“We leave for Ibadan as early as 6am…We should be able to meet up with church service” He added.
Mrs. Durotoye left the church around 5am and went straight to house. When she got to the gate of the estate, she met a large crowd of landlords and residents discussing. At first she was apprehensive and she drove into the gate with caution. As she drove past the security men, she sought information on why the crowd gathered.
“Ha Mamah!!! You’re welcome. Armed robbers attacked the estate yesterday. But they have been caught!”
“Praise God!!!” She said and drove past the small crowd. She needed to reach the house quickly, take a little nap and return to church latest by 10am. She was completely unaware of the fact that she was the major victim of the “robbery attack”
As she alighted from the car after helping herself with the gate, she noticed that the main door was ajar! Fear gripped her as she saw some footsteps at the door. The door was not broken but opened with a key! She quickly dashed back to the front of the house and raised alarm.
A few of her neighbours quickly gathered and inspected the door. They all agreed with her that the robbers in question visited her home. One of the neighbours raced back to his house, pushed out his Vespa Scooter and dashed towards the gate of the estate. Within five minutes he was back with two of the security men.
Led by the security men who bore weapons, Mrs. Durotoye and some of her neighbours carefully tiptoed into the house and inspected the extent of damage. After spending about thirty minutes searching everywhere in the house, the security men concluded the criminals were not armed robbers but assassins. Mrs. Durotoye confirmed that no item was stolen in the whole house, but everywhere was ransacked; a proof that they were looking for their victim who they assumed must have hidden somewhere.
Mrs. Durotoye went on her knees and began to praise God for the vigil she attended. God had used the vigil to save her life. She shuddered as she imagined what would have happened if the intruders had met her at home. She tried not to imagine.
“Madam, go and do thanksgiving in your Church today. This is God at work in your life.” One of the fellow landlords on the street said.
“Yes my brother you are correct…nothing but thanksgiving”
“Mrs. Durotoye, we are coming back to fetch you. We need to make report of this at the Felele Police Station and you need to come with us to make a statement about this” said the Chairman of the Landlords Association who had since joined them as they checked through the house.
“That’s alright my Chair…I will get ready” Mrs. Durotoye has suddenly lost interest in the sleep she had proposed to have. Her eyes had suddenly become clear and no longer sleepy! She quickly reached out for the telephone with a view to inform her husband in Liberia of the latest incident. She grabbed the receiver in a jiffy and waited for the dialing tone. The phone was dead. Not withstand, she rolled the first dial and waited again.
Despite that, the dialing tone did not come alive. She waited again and dropped the receiver. Intuitively, she carried the telephone box and checked the cord. The cord had been crudely removed from the phone box. Completely exasperated, she sat heavily into the sofa. Her mind raced to the dream she had concerning Lanre and became more afraid that her only two sons were in Onigba-Iwofa at the same time. She wondered what could warrant this pre-meditated attack on her family but could not figure out any. She quickly dashed to the bathroom to shower before the Chairman would return to invite her for the visit to the police.
Mrs. Aarinola Paseda got to the church around 7am so she could have audience with the Senior Pastor himself. She reckoned that the case of Oyinkan and Dr Olagunsoye was rather too sensitive to be revealed to another Pastor in the Church expect The Senior Pastor. She also needed to meet with the Pastor early enough before proceeding to her own Church for Workers/Ministers Meeting and Sunday School.
As she drove in to the compound of the Jesus Assembly, she met one of the Pastors in the church who was her classmate in the secondary school. They exchanged pleasantries and a few banters.
“Aarinola… Nice to see you…What brings you to our church”
“Thank you Joju. I need to see the Senior Pastor urgently” Mrs. Paseda explained.
“Waooh, and you said it’s urgent?”
“Huuunn….Yes. It is. He travelled?”
“Yes…Something like that. He visited one of our missionaries on the field yesterday. But am sure he will be back before the service is over….Would you like to drop a message for him?”
“That won’t be a bad idea”
“Good. Come; let me lead you to his office where the secretary can take the message…either verbal or written. Let’s go” Pastor Joju said as he led Mrs. Paseda towards the Pastors office.
Throughout the service, Mrs. Paseda was thinking of Oyinkan. She silently prayed for direction on how to handle the case. At the same time, she kept wondering how Dr Olagunsoye could end up with such a depraved agent of darkness. She prayed and hoped the Senior Pastor of Jesus Generation Assembly will see her note on time and act fast to connect with Dr. Olagunsoye s soon as possible.
After the service, Mrs. Paseda quickly sought audience with her Pastor and explained everything that transpired at the Teaching Hospital the previous day to him. She requested that he pray for her and the team as they would be returning to the hospital again after service to see the woman.
Moved by the testimony of the Hospital Visitation Team, Pastor Majaro appreciated Mrs. Paseda for the life she ad injected into the ministry since she took over the leadership five years ago. He thereafter prayed for the current assignment of the team and other future endeavours.
Armed with the encouragement of the Pastor and his prayers, Mrs. Paseda and two of his assistants set out for the hospital to see Oyinkansola again. They stopped at Gbagi market to buy a few provisions for Oyin and quickly set out again.
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!
Published By: Ifeoluwa ORISAKAHUNSI
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