A Novel Written By: Kolade Segun-Okeowo (KSO)
By the time the team got outside of the palace, the crowd of children outside the palace had increased. More children had arrived as word went round that Pastor had returned with plenty of gifts for children. The team had no choice than to distribute some cartons of biscuits, sweets and candies to satisfy the urge of the children with prying eyes. A few adults who had joined the crowd were also given gifts ranging from loaves of bread to different beverages and can drinks.
As the buses moved away from the palace towards the Mission House, the children dispersed into the village bearing the news of Pastor Morakinyo’s arrival. Just as the bus moved into the compound of the parsonage, Natas and Vampiress, two daughters of the River walked across and sat under a tree opposite, to monitor the activities of the new team.
After settling down at the parsonage, the team began with a long prayer session that lasted till around 4pm in the afternoon. Thereafter, they broke fast and ate together as one big happy family. The lunch meant for breaking of the fast had been prepared from Ibadan. While Pastor Joju Dairo, his wife, Morakinyo and Barrister Olaoye ate in the living room, the other brethren shared themselves into the guest room and the passage. Notwithstanding the stress of the journey and the long prayer session, no one showed signs of fatigue but all concentrated on the excitement of the work ahead over the weekend.
The house of Odewole was the first port of call after the lunch. The choice of visiting him and his wife first was not debated at all amongst the leaders of the team. After Morakinyo had explained the roles of Eebudola in the growth of the church and the circumstances that led to her sudden withdrawal from the church, especially following his claim of seeing Oyinkan transform at the riverside; everyone concluded she must be visited first. However, a debate ensued on the issue of what to tell her and husband concerning Oyinkan.
“We have a difficult task in our hands Sirs” Barrister Wole Olaoye started. “If we tell the couple everything that happened, we run the risk of polluting the minds of everyone in this town about the mission…With their immature minds, they cannot fathom how such a thing would happen and it might be difficult for them to ever believe their pastor or any other woman from us again…” Olaoye submitted.
“I agree with you Barrister, but we also must consider the fact that Odewole must have told his wife what he claimed he saw about that woman. Trying to hide from them the reality of what he saw might be counter-productive…I think it’s better I come out and let him know that what he saw is true…or what do you think Pastor Joju” Morakinyo said.
Pastor Joju Dairo smiled and sighed. He shifted closer to the duo of Barrister Olaoye and Morakinyo.
“Brethren, sincerely speaking, this is a matter only the Holy Spirit himself can sort out. Whether we own up or not, we stand the risk of losing this man and his entirely family. To worsen the matter, she is a major influence in the town. If we own up, we have simply opened a door for the devil to play on their minds using our worst weakness. If we deny the obvious, we get them more infuriated and appear to them as liars. Let’s ask that The Lord Himself will take charge and speak to them in the language they best understand. We do not have the right words for this couple…We don’t!” Pastor Joju Dairo said.
Eebudola and her husband, Odewole were at home when the Church bus arrived. They sat on a bench outside the house enjoying the breeze. As soon as Odewole saw Morakinyo step down from the bus, he hissed heavily and turned away. Eebudola, not sure of what to do simply sat on the bench looking askance as if she did not see the visitors.
“Good afternoon Sir, Good afternoon Ma” Morakinyo greeted the couple. Eebudola managed to respond as her husband turned further away from them. Mrs. Shade Dairo began to speak in tongues. Only the leaders came to see the couple. Other members of the team had gone to the church to tidy it up since it has been over a week since any service took place there.
“Welcome Sirs, Welcome Ma” Eebudola responded. She recalled the last visit of the church team and the several gifts they gave her and the family. Although she was not looking forward to another set of gifts, she felt it was good to appreciate their previous large heartedness.
“Pastor, please have your seat” She said as she provided a bench for the visitors. “What of Mummy Pastor… I hope she has been found? We heard she was missing sometimes ago” Eebudola asked as they sat on the bench provided. Morakinyo smiled and sighed. He was not expecting the question that early, so it caught him off balance, but he quickly composed himself and answered the woman.
“Oh thank you so much Iya Derombi…actually, she was not missing. She only needed to travel urgently and could not wait to inform me. Unfortunately, she was involved in an accident… and later went to be with The Lord”
“Haaa!!!” Eeebudola almost screamed. Odewole turned to the guests for the first time when he heard the news of the woman’s passage. He looked at Morakinyo and shook his head pitiably.
“Sorry O… Pastor. May God forgive her sins and accept her O!!!” Odewole said as he drew nearer. The news about the death of Oyinkan was to him a pleasant one. For him, he had no qualms with Morakinyo but his wife. Before the coming of Oyinkan, he was already giving the thoughts of joining the church a space in his heart until the incident at River Ahobiose, which exposed Hagatha to his esoteric-induced eyes.
It was after the incident that he banned his wife and only surviving son from attending the church. With the demise of the woman, Odewole was already entertaining thoughts of permitting Eebudola’s return to the church.
“Pastor, has she been buried?” Odewole asked.
Surprised at the question, Morakinyo paused and asked “You mean my wife?” He wondered why Odewole wanted to know if Oyinkan had been buried.
‘Was there something deeper that went on between them while she was here?’ Morakinyo had started thinking wild about possible reasons Odewole wants to know if she had been buried or not.
“Yes Pastor” Odewole’s response jolted Morakinyo out of his thoughts.
“Oh she had been buried almost immediately, you know she was young and there was no use keeping her body for long. We have buried her already…Thank you for your concern”
“Haa. Thank God Pastor. Thank you” Odewole said and sighed.
His warped thoughts had made some terrible calculations. With the scales he picked on the day he saw Hagatha transform at the river Ahobiose, he could become one of the most powerful hunters in the world! His grandfather who taught him all kinds of esoteric rituals had also educated him on the potency of holding such scales in ones left hand while touching the dead body of the marine agent from whom the scale had fallen.
If Oyinkan had not been buried, all he needed was to request for an opportunity to see her dead body and touch any part of her with his right hand while holding one of the scales in his left hand. Her body would have vibrated and transferred a strange and unusual power into him. The power would have enabled him to see and command any wild animal from over ten kilometers. The animal would on its own volition walk towards him and become hypnotized immediately, thus he can capture it alive!
“Pastor, God will stand with you in these trying times O” Eebudola managed to speak since. She already had some strings of tears in her eyes. Although, the death of the woman was also good some news to her, the humaneness and feminine compassion in her gave way to the tears. She remembered the strength and dillegence with which the woman worked with her husband while she was with him at Onigba-Iwofa. Eebudola had a tough time in believing Odewole’s report about Oyinkan until the night he was almost killed mysteriously by beings attired like the Pastor’s wife he saw at River Ahobiose.
“God bless you Baba Odewole…Mama Deromnbi, I greet you also…” Barrister Olaoye took over. “I bring greetings from the Senior Pastor and his wife. We were together here last week. He sends his regards and asked us to pray for your entire family on his behalf. He also asked that we thank you most sincerely on behalf of Pastor Morakinyo who has not stopped making reference to the support you gave him while you were with us in the church”
Barrister Olaoye paused and watched the reactions of the couple. While Eebudola appeared happy and interested, Odewole was simply blank. His face was not only expressionless; he also appeared to be disinterested still. Barrister Olaoye continued notwithstanding.
“By the grace of God, Pastor Morakinyo will be away from Onigba-Iwofa for the next six months. Part of the reasons is to allow him attend Pastors school in order to increase his education and knowledge in the work of God”
Again, Odewole appeared interested again; his countenance changed and looked at Olaoye expectantly for more information. Deep in his heart, Odewole wanted to know more about Jesus. Right from the night when the marine agents attacked him and his wife shouted the name of Jesus, he had secretly longed to have more information about Jesus. He knew the implication of that night’s incident. If not for his wife who came in at the right time and shouted the name of Jesus, he would have died. He had heard stories of powerful occult men who had been killed in their sleep by counter forces such as the marine spirit agents. So, he knew his wife rescued him from a most brutal death that night.
However, each time he remembered the case of the Pastor’s wife, he got confused the more and wondered how the woman could be involved in the marine occult world and still be married to a powerful Pastor like Morakinyo. Now, Oyinkan is dead and her husband is being transferred from Onigba-Iwofa. His face lightened.
Barrister Olaoye went on to introduce Pastor Joju Dairo and his wife to Odewole and his wife. He explained the tenure of their stay and other necessary information. Gifts, including ankara textiles and foodstuffs among other things were given to the Odewole family again.
Before leaving, Eebudola and her husband promised to return to the church. Eebudola advised that visitation be made to some other former members of the church. She volunteered to join in leading the team to the houses of such people if it could wait till the following day. The leaders thanked them profusely and agreed to postpone the visitation to allow Eebudola an opportunity to join. The leaders returned to the church where the other brethren were waiting after cleaning the inside and premises of the building.
That night the Special Marine Agents under the Katangua River region held its first meeting since the death of Princess Hagatha, The Queen of the Coast had been so devastated that she could not call a meeting of her agents. Never in the history of her region had a thing like that happened before: A Princess of the marine Kingdom operating on level 999 marching into the gates of Heaven, escorted by the likes of Mercyone, Favourone and Graceone.
The Queen of the Coast had watched with horror the scene at the hospital as the angels led Hagatha out of the physical realm. She screamed and went haywire as she and a few of her aides watched. She scattered the palace and angrily got her sword carefully kept in a scabbard behind her throne chair. In that rage of anger, she literally flew through the palace and severed the heads of four of the male agents and two female agents. Blood gushed around the palace as the agents lay in a pool of their own blood, writhing in pains as they passed out one after the other. No one dared say a word.
Manchuria, her personal aide stood still and refused to look towards the dead bodies on the floor. She feared her emotions may betray her, so she gazed towards the seabed as if watching out for any intrusion against her boss. In the few weeks she took over as the personal aide to the Queen, she had seen several deaths in the palace and all generated from the crisis following the defection of Princess Hagatha.
The Queen of the Coast was immediately summoned to a meeting of the Grand Council of Spiritual Wickedness in High Places chaired by Lucifer himself. The meeting was conveyed in emergency to review the operations of The Queen of the Coast operating in the Kantagua Region. The attention of Lucifer was drawn to the region following the death of Hagatha and her glorious departure to Heaven.
Defection of agents to the camp of the Son of the Owner although unsettles Lucifer, it hardly moves him as much as an agent stepping into the precincts of Heaven. For Lucifer, any of his agents who defects to the side of the Lord Jesus can always be enticed back over the days, weeks, months, years or even decades. Patiently, he waits for such agents to backslide and strike almost immediately after. The mission is to deny such defected agents the slightest opportunity of getting into Heaven.
The case of Hagatha was well reported in the Kingdom of Darkness and became a reference point. A defected agent marched into Heaven!!! It was a bitter pill for Lucifer and a deep hurt! Such event hardly occurs, but when it does, fire bellows from his entire body smoldering any of his officers within 1000 metres’ radius around him. The roars of anger that followed on those occasions engulfs the whole of hell and causing the fire and sufferings of dwellers to increase over a thousand times.
When the meeting started, the Queen of the Coast was on her knees. She had been tied up like an animal and placed in the center of the meeting hall awaiting the arrival of Lucifer. Fear was written on the faces of all the Grand Masters who attended the meeting. The anger of Lucifer was unpredictable. He could arrive the meeting and order every one of them demoted because of what had happened at the Katangua region. He could also order everyone killed by any painful means he chooses, yet no one dared to be absent from such a meeting.
As he approached the meeting from about a thousand metres ahead with his large retinue of commandeers and aides, the whole of the Grand Council rose and started a loud hailing of their master; Lucifer.
“Hail The Lord Lucifer…!!! Hail The Lord Lucifer…!!! Hail The Lord Lucifer…!!!”
They continued the chanting as he proceeded into the meeting hall. The whole of his body had different musical instruments producing an uncoordinated cacophony of sound as he moved on. Human blood was freely thrown at his feet as he marched confidently into the arena. Each time the Grand Council of Spiritual Wickedness meets, fresh human blood was used as fuel. As the meeting progresses, accidents, murders, genocides and other bloodletting vices are perpetrated all over the world to ensure a consistent and constant flow of blood for the meeting. As a rule, the flow of fresh bold must not cease.
At such times, only the elects are exempted!
Until he finally sat on his throne made of human skulls, the chanting of “Hail The Lord Lucifer…!” continued. He stood from the throne suddenly and marched forcefully towards The Queen of the Coast and stared menacingly at her. Silence reigned everywhere. Everyone expected the worst.
Where she knelt, The Queen of the Coast shivered with great trepidation. She looked up behind her and saw the lineup of undertaker demons who were waiting to dispose of her the moment Lucifer gave the command. Disposing off the carcass of such offenders was no big deal to the undertaker demons. At every meeting of the Grand Council of Spiritual Wickedness in High Places, hundreds of corpses of erring agents and leaders are disposed.
From his throne, Lucifer released a loud and angry roar. As he roared, a mighty fire erupted from his mouth consuming a complete line up of guards across the meeting arena. They died instantly. No one dared move again…The height of his anger usually comes with the flames of fire that consumes whenever he starts the meeting. Everybody knew some deaths will occur, but no one knows the angle or direction Lucifer will choose to kill from.
“Your last chance is given!!!” He roared, looking menacingly at the direction of the poor Queen of the Coast who kept glued to the floor shaking like a leaf carried by torrents of a fast moving river.
“All eyes on your territory!!! No more excuses!!!… I will take no more excuses” Lucifer roared again!
Within seconds, he had disappeared from the meeting venue…He had given his judgment and moved on for another to and fro assignment. He hardly stays long during meetings. He attends hundreds of meetings in a day, giving his aides an impression of omnipresence just as the Owner.
From the floor where she stayed glued, the Queen of the Coast lifted her body gradually and tried to listen for further instructions from Lucifer, but he was gone. She rose from the arena of the meeting determined to become more ferocious and mean in her assignments. She knew the last chance means the last chance with Lucifer, so she must produce results.
Therefore, when she addressed her aides at the Palace of the Katangua sea region, she meant every word she spoke!!!
“The Onigba-Iwofa mission must be renewed with vigour and determination!!!”