if witches were horses

A Novel Written By: Kolade Segun-Okeowo (KSO)

Morakinyo sighed deeply. He had expected that question.

“Sir, that is another mystery too difficult for me to explain…Since we got married, I have not been able to make love to her. We tried severally but it did just work”

“Brother Morakinyo, you want us to believe that. Three months!!!” Morakinyo said, sobbing the more.

“Mummy it’s hard to believe, but that is the truth. I am completely impotent now”

“Praise God” Pastor Kalejaye did not know when the words escaped. He had been ruminating on the many implications of the soul attachment and blood covenant that must have resulted from the sexual union between Morakinyo and this now-confirmed-agent of darkness who is now at large.

Pastor Kalejaye reclined on the sofa again for a few minutes. There was a pin drop silence. The few minutes appeared like years to Morakinyo. He was ready to hear and obey whatever instruction would come from his father in the Lord whom he had inexplicably avoided in the last few months. He was like a fish thrown out of the river!

Pastor Kalejaye rose from his reclining position again and spoke.

“Brother Morakinyo, you shall leave with us to Ibadan at once”

“Yes Sir”

“You are a wounded Soldier…You must be treated as such and be taken proper care of”

“Yes Daddy!”

“But Daddy, what about the congregation” Pastor Mrs. asked with concern.

“Yes, we must consider that, but the wounded Soldier must first be evacuated from the battle front” Pastor Kalejaye explained. “Brother Morakinyo, have you raised any disciple during your stay here, who can stand in for two to three weeks on your behalf?”

Morakinyo bowed his head ashamedly and said “No Sir”

“That is what you should have done first. Raising disciples comes immediately after the reaping of converts…No problem, as a matter of urgency; the Evangelism Team will take over this field for the next two months. Thank God, it’s holiday period, most of the members who are teachers will have the opportunity to come over and assist here”

“Yes Daddy” Morakinyo said amidst the sobs.

“But we shall not leave today. We shall all stay here with you today and leave first thing tomorrow morning. We shall spend the rest of today visiting members of the church in their homes and assure them that all is well…” Pastor said with serious concern.

“That’s ok Daddy. Thank you Sir” Morakinyo said. The sobs have reduced now.

“You mentioned the good roles Kabiyesi has been playing in the mission here” Pastor Kalejaye asked. Morakinyo nodded. “Good. We need to pay a courtesy visit to him first…He is around?” Pastor asked.

“Yes Daddy. Kabiyesi hardly travels. He is a retired Civil Servant”

Mrs. Paseda and her team waited for the woman to finish her sobs before offering to placate her. The few lessons of Psychology that Mrs. Paseda had taken in the course of her hospital visitation ministry has taught her to allow counselees some little time to be relieved of tension and bottled-up emotions by shedding some tears. She offered the woman an handkerchief with which she wiped her eyes and began to speak.

“My name is Oyinkansola…Oyinkansola Oyero…I was involved in an accident that I later learnt claimed the lives of all the passengers except mine. How I managed to escape; I still don’t understand” The woman started with trembling voice.

“Praise the Lord’ Mrs. Paseda said. The other members of her team chorused “Hallelujah”

The confusion that engulfed the palace of the Queen of the Coast was unprecedented. The ground in the place right under the Atlantic Ocean shook heavily like an earthquake. The Queen was not only vexed but equally troubled and pissed off. The demons sent on assignment to bring an end to the life of Princess Hagatha on her way from Onigba-Iwofa had failed woefully. They had returned to announce a successfully carried out assignment on the Station Wagon car that conveyed Hagatha from Shaki to Lagos.

The Queen of The Coast had stripped Hagatha of all her powers just before leaving Onigba-Iwofa. Unknown to Oyinkan, even the very thoughts of her mind were monitored by the Queen. The moment she started the rebellious thoughts against The Queen, relevant telescopic powers installed on the Queen herself had given the expected signals. The Queen is alerted in such manner, the moment any of her agents begins to nurse rebellious thoughts towards her.

The initial plan was to kill her in Onigba-Iwofa right in the parsonage but the presence of Greatone made it impossible to penetrate the parsonage and attack anyone including Oyinkan. Out of frustration, The Queen had ordered Hagatha to immediately abandon the Onigba-Iwofa mission and return to Lagos. The plan was to kill her immediately she leaves the precinct of Onigba-Iwofa.

The wagon she boarded from Onigba-Iwofa could not be used to kill Oyinkan. Every attempt made by the assigned demons to cause any accident failed because of the presence of a child of God who came from Shaki to visit his parents. He preached from Onigba-Iwofa till the vehicle stopped at Shaki. His presence and sermon disturbed and halted the operations of the demons until they reached Shaki.

The vehicle from Shaki to Ibadan was a better option. The demons had sized up and got relevant information about all the passengers in the vehicle. None of them had the mark of the blood. Satisfied that all was set for operations, the demons induced the driver to sleep off on the steering around Akinmorin; a few kilometers after Oyo town; en route Ibadan.

The driver was woken by the screams of the passengers who saw he was heading directly towards an oncoming trailer. He woke just a few seconds before driving directly under the trailer. To save the accident, he swerved the steering suddenly but it was too late. The front bumper of the trailer caught the fender of the Station Wagon and threw it with great force causing the wagon to summersault seven times from the laterite road into the nearby open grassland. As it somersaulted, passengers were thrown out of the windows causing varying degrees of injuries. By the time sympathizers and policemen arrived the scene of the accident; all the passengers, except Oyinkan had died!

The demons who supervised the operations had gleefully returned to the palace to give report that the deed had been done. Therefore, it brought a great shock to the Queen when telescopic monitors in her palace showed Oyinkan speaking with Mrs. Paseda and her team.

“That woman and her team must be stopped at once” The Queen roared in anger! “I know her. She and her team have caused great havoc in that hospital in the last five years…I know what she is going to do…She is going to hand over Princess Hagatha to the Son of The Owner…I can’t stand that….The Lord Lucifer will question me. Hagatha is a priced warrior of this Kingdom. If we can’t have her…The Son of the Owner will not have her! Go and stop them…and kill her!”

As she gave the command, seven powerful demons left the palace immediately.

Dr. Gilbert Goriola walked into the ward and saw the visitation team speaking with a patient. His expression showed he hated the presence of the brethren around the patient.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen…What the hell is going on here” He almost shouted at the brethren, his eyes bulging with extreme hatred. “Who gave you the permission to do this?”

“We have the necessary papers approving our weekly visitations to fraternize with patients and pray with them. We are from The Glory Tabernacle Church here in Ibadan” Mrs. Paseda stood from the chair near Oyinkan to meet Dr. Goriola. She was already getting angry, but she knew that has to be kept or else, the monster looking Senior Doctor could mess up the whole day for the team.

“We have been doing this for several years working in cooperation with the hospital” Mrs. Paseda explained.

Two members of the team stepped out of the room and moved to a quiet corridor of the ward. They joined hands and began to pray.

“I see, am not aware of that. Can I see the relevant papers that so authorizes you to do this?” Goriola asked. He moved to the patient on the bed. ”Are these your relations?” He touched the wearied looking Oyinkan.

“They are my church people” Oyinkan lied. She needed the attention of the Paseda-led team badly. She knew she had to desperately cling to any line of help at such a time as this. She knew what was probably cooking for her from the palace of the Queen of the Coast. She stared angrily at the Senior Doctor and wished she still had her powers like before. A mere stare at him for two minutes, non-stop was enough to destabilize him, blur his view or cause his speech to become slurred. She regretted her inability to deal with the intruding doctor.

“Well, if they are not your relations, they are not permitted here at this hour. So, they may as well take their leave at once” Goriola said with finality.

“Sir, the letter you asked for is available but definitely not here. We might need to return to the church before we can lay our hands on the letter. By then, the day would have been over” Mrs. Paseda tried to convince Dr. Goriola again. She was speaking in tongues under her breathe, binding every force that have chosen to use the Senior Medical Officer as an hindrance.

The seven demons sent from the Palace of the Queen of the coast wobbled around the hospital. They could not come close within 100 meters radius of the ward. A wall of fire surrounded the ward causing the temperature to rise to over 1000 degree Celsius. They walked lazily around the hospital looking askance and unsure of what to do. They dare not return to the palace with negative news!

Soon the brethren who went to pray returned with one of The Senior Nurses in the Ward.

“Yes, Nurse Ayelabola, are you aware that any church was given permission to speak to patients in this unit on Saturdays”

The Nurse smiled and said “Sir, they been doing this for years. When I was transferred to this unit, I met them operating here. That was about three years ago Sir. Even the CMD is aware Sir”

“Arrant nonsense! I am not aware! Oh, so, the CMD is the Lord of The Manor here? If I am not aware…they can’t do such things in my unit. Madam, please get your things and move out. Until I see the paper authorizing you, you have no business returning here” Goriola was raising his voice now.

Just then, an entourage of the Chief Medical Director walked into the ward. The CMD, a very jovial and amiable personality was on an unscheduled ward round and decided to check first at the accident and emergency unit. As he moved into the ward, one of the nurses rushed to the room to meet Dr. Goriola.

“Sir, the CMD is here on ward round” The Nurse said and walked away.

Goriola sighed heavily. Cold shivers ran down his spine. He blinked his eyelids, clenched his fists and let out a puff of air from his mouth. He was not going to do anything that will offend the CMD. His mind quickly remembered two years ago when the CMD saved his neck from a fatal case of negligence.

He had mistakenly prescribed a drug meant for high blood pressure patients to a fairly old man who had a case of low blood pressure. The old man died under one hour. Preliminary investigations had pointed accusing fingers at Goriola. However, before the case became a public embarrassment, the CMD, Professor Ropo Olowu had swept it under the carpet and moved him to the Accident and Emergency Unit. Fortunately, the victim was fairly old so it was easy for The CMD to pacify his family with “The Lord giveth, The Lord taketh” philosophy.

Since then, Goriola had remained eternally grateful to the CMD. He quickly remembered the Nurse standing with him saying “Even the CMD is aware Sir” What if she goes to report his outburst about the CMD? Dr. Goriola looked at Mrs. Paseda and sighed again.

“Madam, if you are coming next week, please bring the relevant letter. I must see it before I can allow you continue…Go on for today” He said and moved immediately.

Mrs. Paseda went on her knees and thanked Dr. Goriola. Deep within her, she wished she could walk after him to the CMD and tell the man what Goriola has just said about him. As soon as Goriola stepped out with the nurse, the brethren smiled and quickly returned to Oyinkan who continued her story.

Oyinkan told Mrs. Paseda and her team everything! She hid nothing from them.

“I grew up with my parents in village called Ayenuro near Lokoja in Kwara State. When I was twelve years old, one of my uncles came from Lagos and took me along with him to Lagos. His wife had no child at the time I moved in to live with them”

Oyinkan paused a bit and looked at Mrs. Paseda with a begging look as if to say ‘Are you sure I am safe’

Mrs. Paseda smiled reassuringly and gave her signal to continue.

“Unknown to him, his wife belonged to a marine kingdom. She was the one who introduced me to the marine world at that tender age in exchange for her conception. I was a price paid for her ability to conceive because she had four children in quick succession”

She paused again and sought Paseda’s approval to continue. Mrs Paseda nodded to assure her that all is well.

She continued “I grew rapidly in the marine Kingdom because of my intelligence and sharp mind. By the time I was fifteen, the Queen had set me apart for special assignments…My last operation was in town near Shaki called Onigba-Iwofa where I lured a Pastor to marry me”

Mrs. Paseda adjusted her seat. Onigba-Iwofa? Her home town? A Pastor? ‘These are too connected to be a coincidence’ Mrs. Paseda thought.

“Do you still remember the name of the Pastor” Mrs. Paseda asked eagerly. She was already putting some pieces together!

“The name of the Pastor?” asked Oyinkan looking askance. She seemed not to remember anything again at that moment. Her mind went blank as she struggled to recollect the name of her Pastor-husband in Onigba-Iwofa.

“His name?” She repeated again, staring sheepishly at the brethren.

“Yes, his name” Mrs. Paseda said almost impatiently.

“His name is…em…oh no!…His name is Pastor… I can’t remember his name again”

“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!

To be continued in Episode 33

3 thoughts on “IF WITCHES WERE HORSES… Episode 32

  1. One of the greats of this piece of literary work is its ability, like a master weaver, to effortlessly weave seemingly ‘estranged’ and ‘forlorn’ subplots into the main plot with waoh- and no-wonder effects. The master storyteller KSO really took great pains to tighten loose ends so much as to deliver a seamless one piece, like Jesus’ garment which the soldiers fought over at the foot of the Cross. Well done sir.

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  2. According to Oyinkansola’s confession, the Uncle’s wife was the one that introduced Oyinkansola to the marine world in order for her to have children. So, she might be aware Oyinkansola’s conversion

    Pst Joju has the discernment of spirits, Morakinyo really needs time to recover spiritually.

    I celebrate the author


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