19/07/2025
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The Android Christian
ARA Wonder
THE ANDROID CHRISTIAN
By araWONDER (+234 916 447 7516)
Chapter One: The Shattered Word
The spirit was thick in the sanctuary of Solid Faith Church. It was not the usual air that hummed from the rusting ceiling fans, nor the worn tiles polished smooth by the marching of faithful feet. It was the kind of presence that made mothers stop fanning their babies and fathers remove their caps in reverence.
“Fire of the Holy Ghost! Move in this place!” the General Overseer thundered.
A loud shriek broke through the prayer hall. A man, lean and barefooted, with foam at the side of his mouth, spun in erratic circles, swiping at invisible forces. His shirt had long torn in two like the veil in the temple, revealing his tattooed back — a remnant of the streets now succumbing to divine judgment.
“Hold him! Ushers! Don’t let him fall on the altar!”
Pastor Nelson stood behind the General Overseer, clutching his new Tecno Phantom 15X smartphone, a proud glint in his eyes. He had bought it just last week — ₦190,000 borrowed from HopeLift Microfinance Bank. The camera was 200 megapixels. The battery? Like the strength of Samson, before Delilah. He believed it was anointed for ministry.
“Pastor Nelson!” the General Overseer called. “Anointing oil!”
Pastor Nelson was lost in the moment, recording the spectacle on his new phone for rewatch. He had always wanted to operate in the power realm and minister with great gadgets, not the old ones in use in their church, but the command of Power of the General Overseer mesmerized him. He had mentors that he follows online - watching in-depth their videos and social life. He had joined one Facebook Groups named Fire Men Network and sought to mix with them physically. They had refused and restricted him to online participations. The use of iPads to minister, the high-powered microphone clipped to the ear and live broadcasts of Programmes across social media had caught his fancy. He was lost in these digital thoughts when the General Overseer called again. This time, he was caught off balance...
The possessed man, still under the grip of deliverance, barged forward like a lion freed from cage. The crowd gasped. Pastor Nelson had barely turned his back before the full weight of the man struck him. The smartphone shot out of his hand like a sleek, holy missile — and landed with a crack! beneath the wild man’s foot.
“JESUS!” Pastor Nelson screamed.
The phone lay there in two halves, the Screen visible of Damage. He looked at it as if his soul had just been amputated. Something inside him snapped — like Saul when the kingdom was taken.
“You bastard!” he roared and rushed forward, fists flying.
Gasps and screams erupted. The choir stopped singing. Even the demons paused.
He rained blows on the man — uppercut of Elijah, jab of Jehu, slap of Samson — until the ushers pulled him away. The sanctuary had become a battleground, not of flesh and blood but of impulse and image, ego and Spirit.
The General Overseer stepped forward slowly, anointing oil in hand. But the anointing had left the building.
“My God,” whispered Mama Nneka in the third row, “this is what they call... disgrace.”
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The ANDROID CHRISTIAN
Written by araWONDER
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