Present day, 10th March 2024
" Hm… Something in my spirit tells me… We need to charge up more. Somebody speak in the Holy Ghost!" Aholah screamed from the pulpit, already soaked in her sweat. All corners of the hall were on fire, even the students caught the fire and tongues filled the air, a lung-bursting revival moment was happening, everyone was connected.
"God, we need your fire! Rebonipateriarabashanta… FIRE!" Aholah realized her eyes had been opened. She saw a dark midst settle above their heads which formed a hedge around them like there was a gallery upstairs in the hall (which physically doesn't exist). The more the tongue, the more this dark cloud thickened.
"Yes, I can see it, our gallery is defiled, there are numerous things going on there right now. Children of God focus! We need to call on God to infiltrate this cloud with His fire!"
The noise increased as the zeal of the students gingered to pray."
"Children of God, the devil is here, even as the spirit of God is here. He has come to block our prayers, reoshandaya…" She screamed in tongues unknown. "We have praised and worshiped God. It is time to command deliverance for ourselves. Command your deliverance in the name of Jesus!"
While the hall boiled in desperate prayers, Aholah saw again; the dark cloud moved, converged and rested above her head.
"Aniashandayakariboseketerina dada beki o rionikonsheri…" She picked up the microphone again as her tongue flowed like water. Worn out and stressed and unsure of what to do, she said. " Silence everyone. SILENCE!"
They obeyed.
"Close your eyes. If you are not connected now, it's a risk. Close your eyes!" She knew this time that she wasn't in control anymore. " Now begin to imagine all the sexual activities that you know or that you have done. The ones you watched, the ones you read about, the ones you talked about…"
"Stretch your hands to this altar and shout this prayer point with all that is in you: Say O God Arise!…"
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"Adediwura Toluwanile!" I heard from a distance and jolted out of sleep. No, that can't be a dream. No…
Where am I?
"HM, you're finally awake." A well shaved Bobo (slang for a young male) stood over me looking intently into my eyes like we had just had a good time. No, what did he say? His breath is over my face… oh I'm hungry…
I tried to lift my hands and touch… but… too heavy and painful. My whole body felt the same way. Okay, what the F's is happening here?
"If you can hear me, please listen. You still need a lot of rest. Just relax for now while I get the doctor for you."
Doctor? I was able to take hold of his trousers as he turned to leave.
"Where am I? Who are you? And why am I here?"
He smiled that Jean soo's smile. Gush… why is he so fresh? No beards. Oh God, Aholah needs to think straight.
"Okay, you were brought here yesterday… you were bleeding. "
He left immediately. Aholah, what is going on? I questioned myself, my bones ached.
I wished I could tell myself that everything was alright with me, but every single day of my life, I feel I'm fading away, and my life is fading out with me. Look at me, no good grades, no stable relationship, no good friends, just me and my addiction and my… afflictions which is not written on my face. I doubt if anyone in school can guess a little of what I am going through. I always look good. I always made sure I looked good. Even after the physical assault suspension I got in year 2, I was still able to maintain my classy image in chapel, only that I lost the opportunity to be given any leading role. Of course, I was a rogue in dark places. Fortunately, at Convent Faith, Dark things are kept in dark places and only a few come to light. Talking about dark things, my life in the dark places of my school has taught one big life lesson I must share with you.
And that is; no one should be trusted because not all saints are saints. I get to meet even chapel leaders in this same place, joyfully doing even what they preach against. I think their sermon changes when they get underground. They become the 'God understands' and 'God is merciful' advocate just to make themselves feel good in the bad they're doing. Sometimes I try to imagine it. A sister whom I just witnessed lap dancing a brother, goes up stage and starts 'kaboshing' and everyone falls under the anointing. Is this how God works? I asked myself this question countless times until one night in year three when God decided to show me this dream. The same one I had before waking up now. This is like the fifth time I've had it again. I still haven't understood it well, but one thing I can say that it means is that the anointing these people fall under is fake.
That is obvious enough, na.
How can a sinner like me be asking to pour fire on me on top say she don't get Holy Spirit wey I no get? (How can a sinner like me ask God to pour fire on me because she feels like she has The Holy Spirit that I don't have?)
Anyway, this gave me more confidence to mask my dirtiness with godliness.
"Good day, Miss Wura."
Chai, when was the last time someone called me that?!
"I'm Dr. John. It's good you're awake so soon." He began the testing routine, pressing my innocent body with his surgical hammer.
"You had severe bleeding. Why is it that you never informed your school or anyone about your bleeding before now?"
Silence.
He might be talking to someone else, definitely not me.
"Miss Wura?"
"Sir?"
"I asked you a question."
"What is bleeding? Me?"
"Yes. You were already in a comma before they got here."
Incredible.