52 ways cover stripWe had a night vigil in church and pastor presided over it. A guest minister who was scheduled for the program had cancelled at the last minute and pastor had turned the vigil into a prayer one.

After sharing briefly, he had gone into prophecy and prayers.

The ministration was very powerful, so many cases were called out and people were prayed for. Pastor Edward, who was renowned for handling demons, had his hands full.

As an usher, I worked tirelessly. People manifested like no man’s business. The whole church auditorium rumbled intermittently with seats tumbling and crashing under human weights, male and female alike. It was another weekend without Adaora, as Emeka had come for her after school. But other children had been kept in the conference room at the extreme end of the church hall. To keep them out of harm’s way spiritually and physically.

Emeka’s persistence and closeness to his daughter was beginning to get at me but I couldn’t allow that to sway me. Not at a critical moment as this.

Pastor Edward asked the church to keep silent. There were loud wailings, moaning, burst of tongues and praying but the hall gradually became quiet.

“The atmosphere is thick,” he said quietly. “God wants to work on some people tonight but there is demonic resistance. If you can speak in tongues, begin to do it. If you can’t, pray in your understanding.”

He began to move around while some of us ushers followed him. He turned suddenly and said, “even ushers need to pray at this moment.”

We all backed out and went to different corners of the hall to pray.

Pastor’s voice came over the microphone. “This is not the time to sleep or doze. This is a time to battle demonic influence on your life.”

I felt a nudge and I held on to my stomach and travailed. We had been taught how to pray in spiritual warfare: attack the offence not the offender, pray with scriptural backing, plead the blood of Jesus. I was so engrossed in the prayer I did not notice when Pastor Edward came to stand in front of me.

He said, “There’s someone here in this auditorium that has been afflicting this woman. Who is the person? If you are the one, come out now.”

He took me by the hand and led me to the front of the hall. My embarrassment knew no bounds. I had never been called out for anything before and what a way to debut.

Emeka came out first to my utter shock! He glared at me but the first question that came to my mind was my daughter: Where did he keep her? With Annie?

“I want you to make a confession to her,” Pastor Edward said and continued his movement around. I swallowed hard and faced Emeka. I had never seen anyone look so devastated.

“I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you,” he whispered.

“What are you doing here?” I saw another man walk out to the altar. Pastor Edward spoke with him briefly and then announced, “We seem to have another confession for Sis. Eno.”

My eyes popped. Pastor Edward laughed and said, “Demonic control is being broken here. God’s presence in the house is awesome.” The praise team raised a worship song. The second man walked up to Emeka and me.

“I don’t know you,” I blurted out.

“We needed two children and stalked your daughter and her friends for weeks. We picked on them because they were usually the last to be picked up and had the habit of playing outside after school. I don’t know what brought me to this meeting tonight but I need your forgiveness and that of the girls’ parents,” the man said.

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Emeka’s lips drooped. My throat went dry. “What did you do with her tongue?” I asked hoarsely. “How could you?” Tears coursed their way down my cheeks. Emeka was at my side at once. My controls broke and I burst out. “No, no. How could you?”

I was more hysterical by the time I was led away.

Published as 52 Ways to Provoke God. Get your copy here


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