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Soul Transformation stories, Lagos (2025)

17/03/2025

THE BARRACKS

EPISODE 27

FELICIA'S POV

I have an attraction towards adolescent and teenage lads.
I'm 31 and I'm not married yet, with what I've explained above, I guess you have an idea why I'm not married yet.

As Vincent walked to his seat, I followed his confident gait and it was so obvious I was getting drawn to this new student.

I have been teaching in this school for 4 years now, and i can't count the number of young lads in the senior classes I've had a thing with.
And each time I flirted with them, there seemed to be something about me that made them want me back, yes, as young as they were, in their teens and late teens.

The only male teacher I had something going on with, was Javan.
He was young, just 21, the youngest male teacher in the school.
The other male teachers were above 32.
I had no attraction towards older men, though I had a few dates with them in the past but of course didn't work out.

Vincent had taken his seat and I couldn't help but keep staring at him, though he didn't meet my piercing gaze, though I was hoping he would raise his eyes to look at me.
He was fair skinned and had a clean cut, he was quite tall and looked so innocent that my depraved self wanted to taint it.

But when his eyes finally met mine, I regretted immediately, what happened next was so unexpected.

A sudden heat consumed me, starting from my abdomen, then it spread to my entire body that I screamed.

The class was alarmed.

My notebook and my phone dropped to the ground.
With my right hand on the desk, my left hand held on to my stomach as I cried out in pain.
The fire was everywhere but I only held unto my stomach so as to not arouse Any suspicion, because I myself was clueless as to what was going on.

Two students rushed to my side, echoes of 'sorry ma' filled the classroom.

One of them picked my notebook and my cellphone from the ground.

"Sorry ma." The female student that held my phone and notebook said as she reached out to help me.

I began to move away from the classroom with great difficulty and a male student, kelvin, came to my other side to help me.

I knew they must have been wondering what went wrong all of a sudden.

I was in excruciating pain, it seemed like my insides were being crushed by an invisible force.

What had happened?
Vincent just looked at me and that was it.
This whole thing had started.
This boy was definitely not an ordinary boy, I have to stay off his lane

To be continued...

When Any agent of darkness that is monitoring your movements, looking for an opportunity to strike, the presence of the Lord around you is enough to consume that agent.

That is why we must always strife to make sure We never loose the presence of the Lord.

It is the fire of the Lord, burning within you that would consume the enemy.

How is your secret place?

For some it's just coals, some hot coals, and for some it's a raging fire.

How is yours?

Don't be satisfied with hot coals, strife for a raging fire within you.

Also Felicia is also a member of the Devil's barracks, unknown to her.

She thinks these perverse feelings she has are normal, she doesn't know that she is working for the devil and with the devil.

May we never partner with the devil unknowingly to fulfill his desires on this earth.

Jesus said woe unto the person that causes a person to sin.

May we never be the devil's agents unknowingly, and we shall never be the reason someone stumbles.

Miss Felicia had just left the classroom in a state that was confusing to the class but not to me.
The moment I walked into the class I received the instruction to begin praying in the spirit.
Oblivious to the reason for the Sudden instruction, I obeyed and charged into prayers within me.

But as I walked to my seat, I felt like someone's gaze was stuck on me and it felt like there was a compelling force trying to make me look up.

"DON'T LOOK UP."

I heard that the moment I was about to raise my head to see whose eyes where stuck on me like a glue.

Sitting, I bowed my head and shut my eyes.

"What's going on, commander?" I asked.

"YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT, LOOK UP!"

I swung my head up and locked eyes with The teacher immediately I did so.
What happened next seemed to be unexpected.

Her expression changed to that of discomfort, she immediately looked away and her notebook fell to the ground.

She looked like she was in pain and she grabbed her abdomen and screamed.

"Ah, daddy what is going on?" I asked.

"DEFENSE. THAT WAS WHY I TOLD YOU TO SPEAK IN TONGUES, WHAT DOES SPEAKING IN TONGUES DO? IT EDIFIES THE SPEAKER, BUILDS UP A WALL OF FIRE AROUND YOU AND BY OBEYING ME TODAY YOU HAVE OPENED UP ANOTHER DIMENSION TO DEFENSE IN YOUR SPIRITUAL JOURNEY."

I was beyond confused.

"Defense? was miss Felicia a soldier in the devil's barracks? What was I defending myself against?"

"THAT LADY IS ATTRACTED TO YOUNG BOYS AND TEENAGERS. SHE HAS NO ATTRACTION TOWARDS MEN. THAT'S WHY SHE'S NOT MARRIED YET."

"Ahh!"

"YES, AND OF COURSE WHO'S RESPONSIBLE FOR THE IMPLANT OF PERVERSION YOU SEE IN THE WORLD TODAY? THE DEVIL. AND ANYONE CARRYING THAT SEED OF PERVERSION IS WORKING FOR AND WITH HIM. SHE HAD HER EYES ON YOU, AND THAT WAS WHY I TOLD YOU TO CHARGE UP IN THE SPIRIT IMMEDIATELY, BEFORE SHE PROJECTS LUST TO YOU THROUGH HER EYE CONTACT.
SO BY DOING THAT YOU WERE ABLE TO REVERSE AND TURN THE TABLES, INSTEAD YOUR GAZE PROJECTED FIRE. THAT'S WHY I SAID YOU'VE UNLOCKED A NEW DIMENSION FOR YOURSELF ON SELF EDIFICATION."

"Wow! Commander I have a question, that fire that she felt all over her, was it to counter attack only?"

"NO. IT WASN'T ONLY TO COUNTER ATTACK, BUT TO CONSUME THE PERVERSION THAT HAVE BEEN IMPLANTED IN HER. THE WORKS OF THE DEVIL NEED TO BE UNDONE AND UPROOTED. YES, EVEN THE DEVIL'S SOLDIERS CAN BE SAVED. I'M INTERESTED IN EVERY SOUL YOU SEE IN THE DEVIL'S BARRACKS NO MATTER WHAT LEVEL THEY ARE IN HIS BARRACKS.
WITCHES CAN COME BACK TO THE LIGHT.
OCCULTISTS, RITUALISTS, NAME THEM."

"Wow. Thank you for your never ending love, Lord."

"Na wow oh! I've been talking to you since, oga!"

I looked up and faced my class mate, Philip.

"Wetin dey do you, oga? Abi you sef wan sick follow the teacher?" (What's wrong with you? Or are you going to fall sick like the teacher?"

"Nothing, guy." I sat up.

He looked at me oddly and turned to his seatmate, chuks.
They sat directly in front of me, at the middle row.

"The guy is just weird. I just can't imagine Vibing with this guy abeg." Phillip said loudly, not minding whether I could hear him or not.

"Like ehn. Him dey back of the planet, He no know Wetin sup, guy." ( He doesn't know about the happening things.) Chuks said.

And of course they both knew I could hear them.

"Na wow oh, they said I'm weird oh."

"WELL, ARE YOU?"

"I'm not but to them I am."

"A CARNAL MAN WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND THE THINGS OF..."

"The spirit."

"IF THEY SHOULD SEE WHAT I HAVE PREPARED FOR YOU EHNN. IF THEY SHOULD SEE THE GIRL I HAVE WILLED FOR YOU TO MARRY EHNN. THEY'LL BE BEGGING YOU TO TEACH THEM HOW TO BE 'WEIRD' AS THEY PUT IT."

I bursted out laughing.
They both turned to look at me, simultaneously.
I kept laughing as I stared back at them.

"Come guy, you dey alright?" Phil asked

"Abi you dey smoke ni? Come, I no understand you oh." Chuks added.

"Smoke? No na. Common guys."

"You dey laugh only you na. Abi you don dey see things wey only you dey see?
You don dey hear Wetin only you dey hear?
Talk to us guy, we're here for you if you need support in any way." Chuks said and leaned closer as though to emphasize what he just said.
Phil nodded along.

I leaned in closer as well.

"Actually I'm beginning to see things that you guys are not seeing. I'm hearing a voice that you are not hearing."

"I talk am!" Chuks blurted.
"Spill bro." Phil added.

"Just now, I was communicating with God Almighty.
He said something that got me laughing."

They both leaned back and glanced at each other.

"Tar! Guy nothing you go tell me. Take am easy with the smoking, na so you high reach?" Asked Phil

"And he doesn't look like it fah."

"Na low-key na. Everybody they do am lowkey." Phil said and they both laughed.

I said nothing but shook my head and smiled.
Chuks was about to say something but was interrupted by the entrance of the Civic Education teacher into the class.

©Ayo Omolayo & Favour Aaron Daniel
To be continued...³⁴

17/03/2025

PROPHET VINCENZO

EPISODE 3

•••

I returned home in the evening because Papa Noah and I talked at length about my traveling to Africa for my ministration and we prayed for hours.

I entered my room and met Dassah and Vita on my bed. They were practicing the song Vita wrote down in the morning.

“Vinnie!’ Dassah jumped out of bed, rushed towards me

“It never crossed your mind to check up on your Dassah this morning.” She frowned at me, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, don't frown so - it spoils your pretty face.”

She shook her head, but her deep frown melted into a smile as she uttered the next few words wistfully

“Right when I needed you the most.-you didn't care about me.”

Vita was just staring at me, teasing out the curls into her usual hairstyle

“How do you feel now?” I asked, ignoring what she'd just said

She looked into my eyes for a few minutes and whispered in my ear

“"I'm not sick but I'm not well.”

I was not surprised, I just kept quite calm. For one brief instant, she looked at Vita

When I said nothing, she returned her gaze and spoke, in a hushed tone.

“I'm not presently suffering from any medical disease but I am nevertheless suffering a crisis of emotionally... ”

There was a brief pause as she took a deep breath.

“Never mind—it's all right now.” She said and I saw tears escaped her eyes as she looked up at me. Then rushed out of my room

The sudden rush out of the room confused Vita.

“What happened to her?” She asked but she didn't wait for my response before leaving the room in a hurry and dashed off to Dassah's room.

Of course, Dassah knew that she was not my blood relation.

Mom had already told her everything when she was 13 years old.

I stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.

“Senior Dad, can...”

“Vincere! NO! Vita is there to comfort her. If you go, she won't really want to leave the comfort of your arms, but remaining meant giving up something you aren't willing to do.”

I had more than ten mansions but Papa Noah insisted that I should remain staying in my parents' house. Now I understand it all.

I was not strong enough emotionally living alone

“Enzo!” I heard that voice that makes me smile

“Dr. Jewel, you're back.”

“Yeah! I've had a pretty hectic day and still have a hectic schedule for the next few days.”

“We both have such hectic schedules, mom.”

“Our fleshes and our hearts may fail, but God is the strength of our heart and our portion forever.” She prayed

“Amen.”

She fell on the couch, looked at me, and said

“I noticed something odd and it comes from two people.”

“What could that be?” I asked, sitting on the couch next to mom with my head on her shoulder

I feel comfortable with that woman, I feel safe, I trust her and like being close to her.

“You and Hadassah love each other.”

“Dr Jewel... quick to observe.”

“What can you expect? Being an observer, marriage and family counselor for years.”

“Mom, you're right. We love each other but can't be together.”

“Why? You and Hadassah are highly compatible, you complement each other. You know things about each other no-one else does.

Your core beliefs and values shape the way you live your life, so having similar values is one of the key factors in compatibility. Couples who share similar values about family, faith, purpose, growth, and other core beliefs, will find it easier to share their lives since they believe in the same things.”

She maintained a professional tone as if talking to her clients.

“Mom, I am not my own. In whatever I do, in whatever I think or decide, I need to remember that I belong to God and he has told me that we can't be together.”

“I wish she's the one.” She wrapped her arms around me and sighed

She undid my hair and let it fall across my Back.

“Which of them? Mylah or Norabel? She asked as my hair was oddly ruffled and then flattened around my head.

She kept ruffling her hand playfully in my hair, moving her hand backwards and forwards through it as a way of showing her affection towards me.

“I don't know!”

“Come on Enzo. Won't you tell your first love? I promise I won't be jealous.”

“I'm serious.” I began to laugh

“Your laugh, though, makes me feel happy. I love you and I will continue to pray for you for the rest of my life.”

“I love you with all my heart and soul, mom.”

“My husband is waiting for me in the room. Take care!” She added and walked out of my room.

I shook my head, smiling. Mom and Dad are inseparable. They are always near each other and impossible to find apart, almost as though they are one being

Afterwards, the door burst open and Vita rushed in.

“Vinnie, Here they are!” She shouted

“Who?”

“We!” Casper responded as he entered with Samuel, Mylah and Norabel

We are Septet. Seven of us always sing and pray together.

They all stick by my side not only during my happy times but also through my worst times. They are happy when I am happy, sad when I am sad. Whenever I'm in trouble, they are always there, praying for me. They never give up on me.

“Prophet Vinnie! Norabel smiled, giving me a hug, followed by Mylah

“Why didn't you call that you were coming?”

My question was directed to no one in particular

“I was the one who planned it since there's a new song. I want us to practice it and Hadassah has also composed two verses.” Vita said

I'd built myself a music studio with special equipment where my music recordings are made.

I nodded and we went down the stairs into the basement

“It feels wonderful to be at this studio again.” Norabel yelled with excitement

“Where is Hadassah?” Casper asked

His eyes were looking around the studio room and at the people standing near him.

After a while, Hadassah came inside. Her eyes dulled and she gazed blankly.

“What's wrong with you? You look sick.” Casper asked.

I sensed his concern, the same I'd felt when Vita told me that she was sick

“I'm okay, Casper.” She forced a smile and quietly closing the door behind her

She greeted him cheerfully as she always did. And gave others a hug

Vita was chattering happily with Norabel and Mylah.

She sat silently beside me on the couch. She was playing with her hair, twirling an end with her finger.

“I hope you feel better soon.” I whispered in her ear. I felt her forehead and rubbed her back

Then, she nodded her head lightly and said “I hope so.” softly.

Vita thumped out a tune on the piano, she keyed the piano up to the song's pitch and said

“Let's start!”

Both Hadassah and Vita started piano lessons at the age of 7 and they are very good at it.

Samuel said an opening prayer before I began to teach them the song.

I picked up my guitar and plucked at the strings.

As I sang, I strummed my guitar.

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To be continued ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

14/03/2025

THE BARRACKS

EPISODE 26
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"So Vincent, I never knew that you were going to be a pastor." Mr lekan continued, flipping through the pages of His notebook.

I could tell he was just about to continue with the lesson, I felt the urge to say something quickly before he did.

"Sir!" I called out, my right hand shut up in the air.

He swung his eyes back in my direction and eyed me warily.

"What is it again?" He was almost scowling now. "This isn't your church's Sunday School. This, is a real school."

"I'm sorry, sir. But I just wanted to quickly explain something. We have made it look like The fact that someone wants to always talk about God, the person automatically wants to become a pastor. You see, sir, it's a blessing to be a pastor but you can still preach God's message without that title for that's one of the things Jesus Himself instructed his disciples, the Christians to do. You don't need to have the title of reverend or pastor or whatever to do that, for as a Christian whom you profess to be, you've already gotten the mandate to do that."

"Alright, that's enough Mr Pastor. Thank you." The class bursted out laughing, Mr lekan's frown turned into a smirk. "You can take your sit."

"He just told me to tell you, THAT'S HIS TEMPLE, LEKAN. HIS TEMPLE." I pointed at his body, shocked at the authority those words poured out of my mouth.

Like, did I just call my teacher by his name without prefixing it with 'Sir' or 'Mr'?

"You do know what I'm talking about."

The words poured out finally and I sat, then I started shaking.

"Like, what just happened?" I thought.

Looking up, the class was mumbling and Mr Lekan looked on with bewilderment.
His face broke into a sweat, and then he picked his handkerchief.

"Ummm, our time is up." He said, wiping his brows.

But the bell announcing a change of period hadn't yet rung.

"We'll call it a day. Ummm, preacher boy, meet with me in the staff office during short break."

He picked his notebook and scurried out of the classroom.

"What made you say that to Mr Lekan?"

"God did."

He looked at me like I was some alien with four heads. It felt like the entire class was also doing same.

Without a word, he leaned back and faced his desk, turning quickly to talk to another classmate.

I put my head on my desk.

"Why does He want to speak with me sir?"

"JUST OPEN YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU GET THERE."

"Okay, sir."

"YOU'LL BUMP INTO JAVAN WHEN YOU GET THERE. I ALREADY TOLD YOU WHAT YOU WOULD DO."

"Yes sir."

"GOOD BOY."

***
I was famished by the time it was already short break, I was already furiously attacking the Fish roll I bought from the school stall as I walked to the staffroom.

I was pretty Preoccupied with what I was doing that I bumped into someone, almost throwing off my nearly finished fish roll to the ground.

It was Mr Javan, He had a scowl on His face as he stared deeply at me as though he could see through my soul, even if he couldn't see through that particular aspect of me, I knew he could see beyond the physical eyes.

"I'm sorry Mr Chukwuma. I wasn't watching properly."

His scowl turned into shock.

"How did you..." He trailed off in asking the question which I knew he wanted to ask.

How did I know his tribal name. That was what he wanted to ask.

"You. I know who you are." The scowl was back.

At that moment, my spiritual eyes were opened.

I saw a beast, a terrifying beast behind him.

I was struck with fear, I almost stumbled back.
It was huge, big, gigantic... Call it.

"BIND OUT THE SPIRIT OF FEAR. YOU ARE FROM MY BARRACKS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS WITH SPIRIT'S FROM THE DEVIL."

"Get behind me you spirit of fear!" I commanded within me.

I then discovered that I could now look at this beast without trembling.

The beast looked familiar, like I had seen it somewhere or read about it somewhere.

"IT IS THE BEAST IN THE BOOK OF REVELATION. THE BEAST THAT REPRESENTS THE ANTICHRIST. REMEMBER PAUL SAID THE ANTICHRIST THOUGH YET TO BE REVEALED, HIS SPIRIT HAS ALWAYS BEEN AT WORK IN THE LIVES OF MANY, PREPARING THEM FOR THE TIME OF ABUNDANT LAWLESSNESS THAT WOULD COME IN THE WORLD.
THOUGH THIS ANTI CHRIST HASN'T YET BEEN REVEALED TO THE WORLD, HE IS RECRUITING HIS SOLDIERS PREPARING THEM FOR THE APPOINTMENT TIME HE WOULD COME."

"Oh my!" I exclaimed.

"YES, BUT YOU SEE JAVAN, YES THIS MAN IN FRONT OF YOU. FROM THE TIME I KNITTED HIM IN HIS MOTHER'S WOMB, I'VE ALWAYS INTENDED HIM TO BE A GREAT GENERAL IN MY BARRACKS. THAT WAS WHY HE GREW UP HAVING THIS UNEXPLAINABLE DESIRE AND AMBITION TO BE A SOLDIER RIGHT FROM HIS CHILDHOOD. HE NEVER KNEW IT WAS THERE FOR A REASON.
THEN THE DEVIL WAS QUICK TO REALIZE THIS AND RECRUITED HIM RIGHT FROM HIS CHILDHOOD, IN MY BARRACKS."

"Where have you traveled to?" Mr Javan barked at me..

There was something about the way he looked at me, it was odd, almost intimidating.

"I'm sorry sir. You were saying?" I responded

He stared quietly at me for a few seconds before responding.

"I said I know who you are."

"And God knows who you are, yes, the God that knitted you in your mother's womb." I replied, smiling.

"Would you shut up?" Mr Javan barked louder.

Students passing by us, began to wonder what offense I had committed.

We were standing right in front of the staffroom as we conversed, and Mr lekan walked out of the staffroom and caught sight of us.

"Ah, Javan. You're with preacher boy? Did preacher boy do something?" He asked suspiciously as the expression on Mr Javan's face gave the impression that I had stepped on his toes.

Mr Javan glanced at Mr Lekan then back at me.

"Not yet, Mr Lekan." He replied solemnly, then he strutted away to God knows where.

Mr Lekan watched him walk away then swung his head violently to my direction.

"I thought i asked you to see me? the break's almost over now." Mr Lekan whispered to me immediately Mr Javan was out of sight.

Immediately he said that, the bell rung indicating the end of the break.

"You see? The break's over. Nevertheless, let's talk quickly. You need to explain what you meant by that statement you made in the class. You said something about God's Temple."

"Yes sir, your body is His temple. Do you not know? And sir, His temple shouldn't be disrespected sir. Stop bringing garbage into His temple."

Mr Lekan's Brow knotted.

"What are you saying?"

I stared intently at him.

"Commander I don't even know what I am saying. Why am I saying all that?"

"BECAUSE IT'S ME SPEAKING THROUGH YOU. NOW CALL HIS FIANCEE S NAME, HER NAME IS BUNMI. THEY ARE FORNICATING."

"Haaa! How do I start saying that? I can't bring myself to say that to my teacher. How do I say it? Should I say, Mr Lekan you're fornicating with your fiancee, you should stop it? So absurd."

"Have you gone mute? Are we having a staring competition over here? Young man, start talking if not you'll be in big trouble." Mr Lekan barked at me, his small eyes narrowed.
He had taken off his glasses and I could see how red his eyes were.
His dark skinned face was crumpled in a tight frown.

The head girl passed by, holding a file in the crook of her arm.
She was really tall and pretty, and I saw the way Mr Lekan's eyes lingered on her as she greeted.

"Good afternoon, sir." She greeted, her knees slightly bent.

Mr Lekan grinned.

"Afternoon, my dear Racheal. How was head girl duties today?"

"Stressful, God's helping me, sir." She responded and kept walking, her dentition all exposed.

I shook my head.

Mr Lekan turned his attention back to me.
The frown was back as well.

"Ehen! You! Continue talking."

I took a deep breath.

"Stop dishonoring God's Temple with bunmi.
What is supposed to be God's Temple has become a den of demons because of what goes on between you two behind closed doors." I said this with my eyes closed.

When I finally opened them, Mr Lekan was almost shaking in bewilderment.

"What did you say your name was again? Who are you? Where do you know me? How...How do you know..." He cut himself off, suddenly looking scared.

"My God told me. The God that sees everything done in the open and in the secret. The revealer of secrets told me."

"Haaaa!" He exclaimed, though not loudly.

He looked around frantically as though someone had overheard the words that just poured out of my mouth.

"GO TO YOUR CLASS."

"That's all I would say to him?"

"YES. ANOTHER TIME, I WOULD CREATE ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU TO SPEAK TO HIM. FELICIA IS IN YOUR CLASS NOW.
THE ENGLISH TEACHER."

"Okay, sir."

I turned and began walking slowly away to the direction of my classroom.

***
I got there and the lessons had already started.
I freezed at the door post wondering what Miss Felicia would say, but she just stared back at me, then smiled in a way that made me uncomfortable.

I remember how she had supposedly flirted with me during the last class.
It immediately disgusted me as I thought about it, the smiles and all it was definitely not trustworthy and pure.

I remember the last class when I had disobeyed God's instructions to tell the class about how God leads me to study ahead of the teachers. During tests and exams, God would make me read everything in my notes and then when I'm done reading everything In each subject, God would then proceed to hint me on the places where the questions would come from.

God wanted me to say all this during the last class, but it was hard.
It was easier today during Mr Lekan's class because he taught C.R.S.
But English class?
How can I connect spirituality with English?

"STOP DEPENDING ON YOUR OWN WISDOM."

"Ah! Vinnnncceeeent!"

I heard my name being called.
Disoriented,I looked around and realized it was Miss Felicia calling me and I was still standing at the door post.
The class was laughing and murmuring.

"Come in! I have been telling you to come in, but it seemed it all fell to deaf ears. Why are you always carried away?" She asked.

"I'm sorry ma."
I said and made my way to my seat.

©Ayo Omolayo & Favour Aaron Daniel

To be continued...

14/03/2025

PROPHET VINCENZO

EPISODE 2

•••

“Come here and give me a big hug.” Papa Noah said calmly when I entered the parsonage.

Slowly his gaze lifted to my face, which were curved in a pleased smile that enlarged until it activated the dimple below his eye.

“It has been comforting to hug and be hugged by my beloved son.” He gently broke the embrace and stepped away

“Rav! Are you aging in reverse? Truly you look better every time I see you and its pretty much convincing that either you're aging in reverse or stumbled across the Fountain of Youth. Reveal your secret.”

He laughed happily, then said

“God's Strength and Dignity are my clothing. Your Rav is handsome, but his beloved son is more handsome.”

He looked so funny I just had to laugh

“Vincenzo!”

“Rav!”

I sat still, my whole attention fixed on the movements of his fingers and his lips as he began to speak

“My son, give attention to my wisdom, incline your ear to my understanding”

“That you may observe discretion, and your lips may reserve knowledge.”

“For the lips of an adulteress drip honey, and smoother than oil is her speech; But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.”

“Her feet go down to death, her steps lay hold of Sheol. She does not ponder the path of life; her ways are unstable, she does not know it.”

“Vincenzo, there she is, the girl of your dreams. The woman you work most closely with in ministry.

Maybe not the most beautiful woman in the world, but all things considered–her looks, her personality, her laughter, her spirituality, and a few other qualities that defy description–she is everything you ever wanted in a woman.

You get all swimmy-headed around her. You wonder if she does not pick up on all the vibrations your body is sending out.

There are a few problems, of course. She's like your blood, and so you wisely tell yourself this can never be, that regardless of how wonderful she is, she is off-limits to you.

The problem is you keep being drawn to her and thrown with her committees, work projects, etc. Because proximity fosters intimacy, unless you do something quickly, beloved son, you are a goner.

God told me that as your mentor I need to get tough with you before you make the mistake of your life

Get your act together, man of God. Be strong in the Lord. Recognize that “your adversary the devil prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” He would like nothing better than to destroy you, make a laughingstock of you in the community, end your ministry, and hurt those dearest to you.

Don’t let him.

Resist the devil by being strong in the Lord.”

I listened with bowed head. Senior Dad had already tell on me.

“Rav! She's stuck in my mind.”

“I know, you were even sad this morning when God told you not to check up on her. Even in your prayers your minds wonder and this person pops into your mental images.”

I released my breath in a sigh and began to reveal my inner thoughts and emotions.

“Rav! I can't get her out of my mind, the feelings I'm having are so strong it's almost in a way I hate it.

I have known this girl for probably 21years, she's really awesome-she's like all I have wanted in a wife. She is TOTALLY on fire for God, She sings like an angel-has a passion for worship like I do, she's a knock out. I am amazed by her big time.

Also another obstacle is, she's in my worship team- well we sing together- We sound wonderful together- and we have a unity that's unbelivable.”

“I completely understand it Vincenzo. When it comes to knowing the future and who God might lead you to be with, I believe God will tell you something about her.

It is healthy to think about someone you like alot but you're called to control your thoughts and submit your minds to God, filling your mind with the word and ask the Lord to help you not to think about her so much. If you aren't careful and think on her too much, she could take the place of God and be most important

Philipians 4: 6-8 will help you son.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”

“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

I bowed my head again and prayed

“I surrendered my emotions to God and asked the Holy Spirit to lead me and help me to use my emotions properly and with care.”

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12/03/2025

PROPHET VINCENZO

EPISODE 1

••• VINCENZO POV •••

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“Its so sweet to serve Jesus
This is my evidence
He will help us if we obey him
Life is vanity, profitlessness
Only those that serve Jesus will be contented”

Chorus:

“I love God with all my heart and body
I'll use all my time to work for him
I'll preach the gospel, come what may
Laying down my life as soldier of Christ.”

By the time I woke up, I saw Vita sitting on the side of the bed, In fact, her gaze had been so intently fixed on me all the while

A jotter and a pen lay before her.

“Vinnie, I came to your room and saw you singing in your sleep, I ran to your desk and pulled out a journal, jotting down the songs.” Vita said

I sat up in bed, looking at my sister. Vita is now 21 years old and I'm 27 years old.

I've used 22years of my life to serve God. I had no privileged to live a normal life like others because my grandad had donated me to God before I was conceived in my mother's womb

A memorable incident that occurred 21years ago at the hospital made me popular and since then I had been going from one church to another for ministration

I'm also a song writer. I composed songs but I do receive some in my dreams.

Hadassah is a professional singer. She has a euphonious voice, beautiful and pleasant. She's indeed a great singer. So she sings most of my songs.

Vita is a writer. She always engage herself in writing books, articles, stories, etc

I picked up the jotter and glanced through it then I began to sing

“Wow! Exactly the way you sang it in your sleep.” Vita clapped her hands delightedly, smiling brightly

“Lest I forget, Hadassah was sick in bed all day yesterday. I couldn't tell you last night because you came back late.”

I crawled out of bed, snapping on the bright light. As my stocking feet hit the floor, I heard the voice of Senior Dad

“Vincere!”

“Senior Dad!”

“Don't go.”

“But why?” I asked.

I love both Vita and Dassah to the moon and back. Growing up together, I gained the insight into knowing exactly who would be a healthy match for my sisters.

I wanted my sisters to be happy and blessed for the rest of their lives for which I wanted to protect them at every step of their lives. I protected them from the world of hatred, fakeness and mean people. Holding them like a daughter, tease them like a sister and love them like a father. They are both loving, sweet and cute, all at the same time

“She's faking it with the goal of getting your attention.”

“Senior Dad, her ill health concerns me.”

“Vincere, she's not sick.”

Vita had a very curious look on her face as she said to me

“Vinnie, you look like you're zoning out. You've stop paying attention and not hear what I was telling you about Hadassah.”

“She'll be fine. Vita, I want to be alone.”

I stood by the window and talked without turning round. A glance out the window revealed that the snow had piled up to four or five inches.

“Vinnie...”

“Vita please I need some time for me.”

Vita was putting one foot down hard and noisily on the ground and then the other in order to make a loud noise to show her annoyance. Then she stormed out of the room

A few moments later, I heard the door opened and turned. She carefully closed it behind her and took a deep breath.

“Good morning my Enzo.” By now you should know the only woman that calls me Enzo.

If you haven't read “Turning Point,” then you're missing out. Go and read about my mom's experience, you can always take what you learned in the story and apply that to your own life if needed.

I smiled, feeling admiration for the first love of my life.

I strode to her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her hair

“Good Morning Dr. Jewel.”

Even though mom has become a professor she still prefers to be called Dr. Jewel

I love her unconditionally because of her personal qualities, her achievements, her status, her love for God and her family.

“Did you sleep well?” Mom asked

I shook my head and answered

“No mom. I went to bed at 3. A M.”

“I know you pray a lot these days because of the ministration you have in Africa that's why I decided not to disturb you for family devotion. The Lord is your strength. He is a fortress of protection for his anointed one.”

“Amen. Mom, this will be my first trip to Africa. Mhizlove_writes' country to be precise. Lets hope I will have a memorable trip to the capital of Nigeria.”

“Sure Enzo. According to what I've read about Africans, especially black Africans living within Africa who have not traveled outside Africa are very nice, because they are brought up to be extra courteous and nicer to strangers than even their own people.

If you couple that cultural upbringing with the fact that most Africans are very religious, then they get a double dose of niceness from their culture and also from their religion.

So Black Africans you will meet in Africa are some of the nicest and happiest people on planet earth, and they are also extremely welcoming to foreigners.”

“Dr. Jewel, always reading, learning, inquiring. I love you so much mom.”

“I love you way more.... Uhmm.... Enzo, your sister said that you've refused to check up on Hadassah. She's sick.”

Mom bit her lip and gulped nervously

“Mom, she'll be fine.”

“I know, but just to check up on her and maybe pray for her.”

And then -- my cell phone rang.

“My beloved son.” Papa Noah said on the other end of the phone immediately I answered the call.

Papa Noah was my grandad's friend. 80-year-old-man. He was my friend and mentor, my spiritual guide, a close confidante of Vincenzo whom I shared a secret and private matter with.

“Rav!” I said with a chuckle

I called him Rav which means a rabbi, one who holds a position of authority or who acts as a personal mentor.

So many things have changed and so many things have happened but don't worry, soon, you will know.

“I miss you. I need to see you. Could you come over?”

“Okay Rav, I'll be there in an hour.” I said and hung up the phone

“Papa Noah?” There was a slight arch in her eyebrows

“Yes mom.”

Grabbing a towel, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom and mom was still in my room

She had helped me pick out the dress and I quickly dressed in clean clothes.

I sat down in front of my dressing-table mirror to look at myself as mom helped me to comb my hair.

I had long hair like that of mom because my hair has never been cut. Mom said that his dad, prophet Renan told her before he died not to cut my hair and that my hair is the visible symbol of the commitment which God made to him.

Pulling open a drawer, I took out men’s hair ties. Mom put my hair tie on her wrist, using both hands to gently pulled my hair together at the back of my skull.

She used her other hand to grab the hair tie from her wrist, stretched it over her hand and my hair, pulling my hair the rest of the way through and later folding it over on top of itself on the final loop.

“Oh, Enzo look at that young man! He's so cute.” She pointed to the mirror

“Just like his mother.” I said and she laughed.

I picked up my car keys, kissed her forehead and walked out of the room

“Enzo, what of Hadassah, you're a prophet...”

“And you're a prophet's mother. You can also pray for the sick. I'm off—see you later!”

“To where?” I heard Dad's voice as he came out of his room

“Good Morning Dad.”

“You have no intention of seeing your father before going out again. I didn't set my eyes on you throughout yesterday.”

“I'm sorry Dad, I've been very busy lately. I am leaving now. I will come back as soon as possible.”

I dropped into the car, lowered my eyes, sighing deeply.

“Why Are You Sad?” I heard Senior Dad's voice

“You already know the answer.”

“Vincere, you have a soft spot for her.”

“Its normal to have a great liking toward my sister.”

“Vincere, I know you care a lot about your sisters but you go the extra miles for Hadassah. You make time for her even if you’re busy, you even do the things you hate for her. And now she's in love with you. It will cause problems and undesirable consequences.”

I rested my head against the steering wheel, frustration making my veins swell.

“Vincere, I have choose to display my power in you by sustaining you in your weakness.”

“Thank You Senior Dad. You know I love you.”

I felt calm and contented. Having no emotional conflicts within myself, I started the engine and zoomed off in my sports car.

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