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Chika Nduka, Lagos (2025)

06/05/2025

Jesus Christ is coming soon!

Do not be caught unaware.

06/05/2025

They don’t walk. They strut like royalty.

These are Vulturine Guineafowls—birds dressed sharper than a red carpet gala and built for the wild savannas of East Africa.

Their feathers? A hypnotic armor of cobalt blue, electric black, and crisp white lines—like tribal warriors dipped in neon.
Their eyes? Piercing.
Their posture? Swagger defined.

They move in groups called confusions, but there’s nothing confusing about their message:
“We run this ground.”

Though flight isn’t their strength, teamwork is. They navigate grasslands together, alert to danger, watching each other’s backs like a feathery mafia.

And when they march in formation like this?

It’s not survival. It’s a statement.

©️ Wild beyond

01/05/2025

Titus followed his friend Johnny to church for a program.

When the pastor mounted the pulpit and began to preach, Titus who was an addicted womanizer began to weep brokenly.

Even when the beautiful usher walked towards him with a box of Kleenex tissues, Titus could not stare at her heavy backside but continued to weep miserably over his sins.

"Repent and give your life to God.

It may all sound foolish now but I assure you that the second coming of Christ is almost at hand.

Do not wait to repent tomorrow, it might be too late and your poor soul will roast in the hottest part of hell."

Titus wept harder, beating his chest in repentance as the pastor continued to preach, threatening fire and brimstone on those who will continue in their sins after hearing his sermon.

When it was time for altar call, Titus ran to the altar and prostrated before the Lord.

After service when the two friends where driving home, they came across a lady who was waiting on the roadside for a cab.

The woman has a protruded buttocks and bosom and the skimpy clothe she wore hung on her body like a second skin.

"See babe...Omo! This one na heavy duty." Titus who was on the steering happily exclaimed.

He wanted to stop the car but his friend Johnny reminded him of his encounter in the church moments ago.

He told him that the lady in question was a temptation, a test of his faith and urged him to drive home.

The two friends began to quarrel when Titus insisted on talking to the girl.

He ordered Johnny out of the car and furiously closed the door before driving towards the girl who smiled seductively at him.

The two soon headed to a hotel where they vented their lust.

Titus generously paid for her services and collected her phone number.

He discharged her afterwards and on his way going back, he got into a fatal accident in which a trailer ran over his car.

Before he closed his eyes in death, the image of the pastor preaching on the pulpit loomed before him.

Alas! He wanted a second chance but it was already late.

He was caught up in another realm where repentance is no longer possible for the door of grace is shut.

Titus is a fictional character but his fate may befall any other person.

Eternity is real, do not be deceived by the worldly things in this realm of reality.

Prepare yourself for your Christ may come at anytime.

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28/04/2025

THE TEMPEST

EIGHT

Brother Mike stood undecided with his eyes fixed on the wild partiers as he wondered how best to approach the situation.

Before he could utter any word, one of the girls slipped beside him with a glass of whiskey which she lewdly offered.

"Fine man! Shey I hot well well?

Oya collect drink put for mouth make e help you dey for the mood."

As Brother Mike tried to push the hand already caressing his chest away, a group of girls held him hostage in different compromising posture while their male counterparts clicked away with their phone cameras.

He ran from their midst panting and screaming when he eventually extricated himself from their grip.

The moment he successfully made it to their bedroom, he shut the door and fell on the ground sobbing hysterically.

"It's all my fault Lord!

I brought this upon myself even when you're trying to warn me.

How do I get free from this costly mistake?

How...how??" He wept.

For a very long time, he lay on the floor, weeping and praying.

However, his prayers bounced back on him even when he resorted to praying in tongues.

The holy spirit did not fire the partiers with thunder and neither did any of them scream in torture for help.

Instead, the party became more savage.

The music went louder and louder, threatening to burst his eardrums while the laughter and screams from his unwanted guest as they sang along with the stereo almost drove him mad.

"Animals! Leave my house at once!" Brother Mike thundered as he turned off the stereo.

"I cannot accommodate wild dogs in my own house, leave now!" He commanded with his eyes blazing furiously.

The partiers who were already lost to the spirit of lust froze the moment the music went off.

"Take everything you brought with you and get out from my house.

You can continue your party in the brothel and dance foolishly to the gateway of hellfire." He fumed.

"Ah! Wetin be this Shakira?

Which kind insult be this eh?"

One of the girls who was completely caught in the euphoria of the moment cried.

"Shey we dey our dey and you come invite us come your party.

Wetin come be this?" She raged.

Mercy who was already drunk and clung to a man like a leech slowly got up.

She staggered towards Brother Mike with an uncorked bottle of whiskey which she brandished in the air like a weapon.

"Shey dey no born you well Mike?

See, as I dey like this eh, na your wife I be.

Wetin e mean be say we get equal right for this house.

I go do anyhow I want for this house and you no fit do anything Mike.

You no get right to drive my friends commot for this house, after all, your useless boring church members dey come here and I no dey pursue them commot.

Shey my own go dey different ni?"

"Look Mercy, I'm not ready to squabble with you this night.

It is quite obvious that you're already hooked to the devil and the tormenting fire of hell has already opened it's mouth to swallow you."

"Taaaaaaa! Commot for here Mike." She screamed.

"You dey craze and na thunder go fire that your mouth.

"Shey hell fire want swallow me so, I go first push you inside this night and we go roast together if you no dey careful."

"Take your friends away from here Mercy.

Do it fast before we'll all regret knowing ourselves." Brother Mike returned in threatening tone.

"You no fit do anything Mike!

I go run you street and nothing go happen."

While Mercy was busy ranting and raining curses on him, Brother Mike turned to the bystanders listening and giggling in-between, commanding them leave his house.

"Werey, dey no dey go anywhere.

We go continue our party till mama called.

Guys! Nothing dey happen.

Make we continue the gbedu and this mumu no fit stop us." She retorted and proceeds towards the stereo to put it on.

Brother Mike followed and held her hand and the two began to struggle.

Click ...click...click... The phone cameras clicked away as the partiers captured the moment without raising a hand to stop the fight.

They cheered loudly instead, urging their comrade to go for the kill.

Mercy was buoyed by their cheers and while Mike was trying to dissuade her from taking the route of violence, she pushed him away from her.

While the later struggled to get up from the floor where he fell from her violent push, mercy broke a bottle on the ground and picked the largest chunk.

"No...no...no, Mercy please!"

Before he could run for his life, Mercy was instantly upon him, stabbing relentlessly.

When she noticed that the blood has pooled on the ground and her spectators were getting concerned, Mercy turned and stabbed herself.

Their blood ran simultaneously, staining the white oriental carpet in the sitting room.

The last thing the duo heard before passing out was the scuttling of their guest who ran from the scene.

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24/04/2025

THE TEMPEST

SEVEN

Brother Mike was convulsing badly when he was rushed to the hospital and the doctor disclosed that his blood pressure is extremely high.

For the whole day he lay in the hospital bed, Mercy was dutifully beside him even when he tried to shoo her away with his countenance.

His mother and some church members who called to see him were surprised to see him groaning without uttering any word.

The doctor explained to them that his blood pressure has been successfully brought down to normal thus there's no medical reason why he should suddenly become dumb.

Days later when brother Mike remained mute and unresponsive, his pastor friends and some family agreed that he was under some sort of demonic attack.

They bind and cast, projecting every spiritual missile working against him back to the senders.

They released thunder and hailstone against every enemy who doesn't want him to enjoy his very young marriage and commanded the Angels of war to go forth and release him wherever he's held bound.

In all the brouhaha and prayers wafting up, Mercy played the role of a grieving wife so perfectly.

She prayed and fasted on behalf of her ailing husband and most people who paid them a visit was moved by her devotion to support the family financially.

Days later, the couple returned home when brother Mike suddenly snapped and declared that he's fit to face life once again.

The miracle resounded amongst his well-wishers who felt that God has finally fought and won his secret battles.

Before they left the hospital, he gently discharged his mother, urging her to go back home for he would love to spend some time alone with his wife.

The woman did not put up any resistance for she was well aware that their honeymoon was aborted due to the mysterious sickness that attacked him.

She bade the couple to tolerate each other and stay in peace before she left.

Mercy was all butter and sugar when they returned home.

She carried on with the charade that all is well even when her husband pinned and murdered her with his gaze.

That evening, she cooked a delicious meal which was served in the best china but brother Mike refused to go anywhere close to the dining.

She was still unperturbed by his coldness and donned the best lingerie in her closet as she retired to join him in the bed.

Already, Brother Mike has secured a position at the far end of the bed where he faced the wall but his wife who happily jumped on the bed dragged him to the center and threw herself at him.

"Get off me, swine!" He hissed and tried to push her away but Mercy was like a leech and clinged desperately to him.

The two wrestled and when the wife who made herself n**e in the process began to gain the upper hand, brother Mike ran from the room screaming like a man who fought with a spirit.

Throughout the night, the two bickered like co-wives who couldn't tolerate the sight of each other.

While brother Mike hide himself in the guest room where he secured the latch before his wife could gain entrance, the later stood on the doormat banging the door and spewing all manner of unprintable words.

She accused him of suffering from erectile dysfunction which is the reason why he's shying away from consummating their union and vowed to report his irresponsibility to the church if he failed to live up to her expectations.

Brother Mike cried silently, bemoaning his ordeal for the woman was not remorseful over her infidelity.

Perhaps, what she did was a norm to her judging from the way she carried on.

The image of the young waiter atop her on their wedding night loomed and he almost lost it.

He would have opened the door and tear her limb to limb until she become a useless garbage under his feet but for his brain which began to scream caution.

When he screamed out his rage from the closed door, threatening to divorce her as soon as possible for he has made a terrible mistake, his wife fell into a laughter which reverberated in the entire house until she sank on the floor.

The couple were like two strangers when they woke up the next day.

While Mercy was deeply buried on her phone, her husband who felt a gust of revulsion by her mere presence left the house.

When he returned in the evening, Mercy was already waiting for him at the doorway with the divorce papers which she has been served by his attorney.

"Werey! You think say na me you go marry today dump tomorrow.

Shey I dey my own dey lead my life na em you find me come.

Abi you no sabi say na ashawo work I dey do before you come for me?"

"Get lost Mercy!" Brother Mike fumed and tried to push her aside but she pushed back instead and struck him with her fist.

"Shey dey no born well?

Na for mortuary you go find yourself if you try that rubbish with me again." She warned.

Her action took him aback and he stared at her in disbelief.

"Did you actually raise your hand on me Mercy?" He asked.

"Before nko? Who you even be sef?

I go slap and beat you anyhow if you try me again.

Shey you don forget say na ashawo you marry?

You dey para for me say I collect preeq from another man but na you abandon me go meet your people when body still dey totori me.

Shey make I dey suffer dey weit when you go come back when I see person wey go help me quench the fire wey dey burn me for body?

Abeg, shift jare!"

Brother Mike was horrified by her words and continued to stare open-mouthed.

"See, go tell your mama say na ashawo you marry.

I no go divorce you and I go still make sure say you see shege for this marriage.

Mercy was relentless throughout the night and ranted till daybreak.

She threatened to set brother Mike up and have him removed from the church if he dared to mention the divorce proceeding ever again.

Brother Mike sneaked away from the house the next day to find some rest hence Mercy could not stop nagging.

He loitered around, weeping silently for he has by himself placed a heavy burden on his shoulder.

For several hours, he rested his head on the steering, begging God to forgive and take away this bitterness from his life.

When he returned far late at night hoping that his wife must have fallen asleep, he met with a different scenario all together.

The lights in his house were blazing like daylight and wild kind of party was going on in his sitting room.

The music was worldly and deafening and the rings of smoke from ci******es puffed up to heaven.

He stared wide-eyed at the lewd men and women who were smoking, drinking and frolicking shamelessly.

"Ah! Na my Oga be that." Mercy announced when she registered his presence.

She disengaged herself from the young man who was busy fondling her b***s and took a step towards her husband.

"I say make I make myself happy as you no dey house and everywhere dey boring.

You fit join us sha...food dey and drinks full ground.

You fit carry any girl wey you like if you no want make I service you." She declared and returned to the young man who was impatiently waiting for her.

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22/04/2025

THE TEMPEST

SIX

Brother Mike set himself up against everyone including his parents and church elders in his quest to tie the nuptial knot with Mercy.

His mother cried the first day he brought Mercy home, begging him to reconsider for she has sensed something offensive about her personality but he stood his ground and threatened to ostracize himself from his family if they failed to respect his decision.

For the two days they spent with his parents, Mercy was the sweetest thing ever.

She cooked, cleaned and did all the laundries without discriminating.

Even though Brother Mike's mother could not hide her resentment towards her, she carried on cheerfully and wouldn't mind stooping to lick the f***s off her a**s if that is what it would take to grant her acceptance into the family.

Brother Mike was completely impressed by her attitude and when they returned to the city, he emptied his savings and bought her a range Rover sport which sent her over the moon.

"Ah! Oremi, na why you dey show me love like this eh?

Why you dey pamper me like say I be small pikin?

I no believe am say anything good go ever happen to me in this life." She spoke in a teary voice.

When Brother Mike called the next day to check on her, he saw her sprawled on the floor, n**e and dead drunk.

He stared in disgust as she snored heavily with her limbs carelessly tossed apart on the sofa.

He took some shots with his phone and left in anger when he couldn't bear the stench of alcohol anymore.

When he returned the next day, he saw her cooking in the kitchen, sober and singing gloriously on top her voice .

When he asked about her whereabouts which left her dead drunk and smelly, she outrightly denied ever leaving the house.

When he threatened to confisticate everything he got in her name if she continued to lie to him, she prostrated on the ground, claiming that the gift of the brand new car make her euphoric thus the devil was able to lure her into p*eking at the life she has left behind.

For some hours, Brother Mike was livid with anger but when Mercy went on her knees, weeping brokenly, he couldn't hold it anymore and cradled her to his chest.

However, his choice of a life partner continued to bring a rift between him and the church authorities who felt that he made a poor choice in picking a loose and an uncluttered woman as a wife.

They advised him to at least slow down in their relationship to monitor as things unfold but he was desperate and couldn't pay heed to their advice.

He accused them of hypocrisy and cited Mary Magdalene as a clear example of a changed life.

He vowed to replicate the miracle of Mary Magdalene on Mercy but when they could not embrace his choice with enthusiasm, he began to alienate himself from their midst.

On the other hand, Mercy tried everything within her power to keep the promises she made to Brother Mike.

She submitted totally to his authority and meekly followed to him to church where she was eventually baptized.

Brother Mike spent lavishly on her, making sure that she lacked nothing which might trigger and push her to her past life.

When the church realized that Brother Mike was not ready to listen to anyone including the holy spirit, they reluctantly consented and told him to go ahead.

After all, choosing a life partner is a personal decision and the lady in question has repented and is willing to support the work of God when groomed properly.

Mercy took Mike to her family where he met her mother and the rest of her family.

The mother, a middle aged woman who looked exceptionally beautiful welcomed him with an open arm.

She informed Brother Mike that her husband died years ago when her children were still little but upon interrogation, Mercy confessed to him that her mother was a single lady who birthed five children for five different men.

"Shey wetin I wan talk no go make you leave me.

See, na my mama kind of life I be dey live before you meet me.

My mama born children for different men and she no put eyes for ground train any of us.

Na my mama by herself push me commot for house say make I go hustle for money when I dey fifteen years old.

Na so I take began life, they sell myself Kobo kobo dey send money give her for village."

Brother Mike was moved by her sincerity and vowed to make it up to her in their future as husband and wife.

Instead of feeling disgusted by the kind of family she came from, he pitied them a lot and the love he have for her tripled.

For him, Mercy is a raw gold placed in his hand.

She's pliable and it is left for him to mold her in a manner that would benefit both the kingdom and humanity.

Their wedding was the talk of the town for brother Mike was a well known evangelist.

Mercy wept openly, making everyone emotional when Brother Mike slipped the wedding band on her finger to bear testimony of his eternal devotion and love towards her.

After the wedding reception which lasted till late in the evening, the couple retired to a hotel where they have already made reservations for their honeymoon.

The room they booked was decorated fancily to match the atmosphere for new-weds.

The couple were all lovey-dovey in preparation to consummate their union which might take all night long when Brother Mike's phone rang jolting both of them.

His mother was hysterical at the other end as she explained that there was an emergency as the vehicle conveying some of the wedding guest met with a ghastly accident.

As of the time she was reporting the situation, no death has been recorded yet but some victims are in critical condition which needed immediate medical attention.

Brother Mike bolted from the bed and ran for his car keys while explaining the situation to his bride who was frowning deeply.

Nevertheless, he left and when he returned hours later after assisting in transporting the accident victims to the hospital, the scene he met left him dumbstruck.

From where he was p*eking from the doorway, the moaning of the woman lying docile on the bed was loud and the man straddling her was making a guttural sound as well.

"Mercy! Oh Mercy!!" Brother Mike found himself sobbing brokenly as he walked like a somnambulist into the room.

"Gbege! Na my husband voice be that.

Pig, Commot for my body." She cried and pushed the young waiter off her body.

"My love, you no tell me say you go quick come back..." She stood and tried to get closer to Brother Mike.

"No! Don't come closer you daughter of jezebel." He yelled.

"What have you done Mercy?

You defiled our wedding bed on our first time together as husband and wife.

What happened to the vow we made to each other on the altar just hours ago?"

"No be my fault na, no be you leave me commot when you suppose dey by my side.

Shey body na firewood ni?"

"Ah! Ahhh!!

This is not true, it's not happening to me.

Nooooooooo!" He screamed before slumping on the ground.

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04/04/2025

I came back from work that evening feeling extremely exhausted.

As the choir mistress of our local church, I was supposed to oversee the choir practice that evening in preparation for the coming Sunday service but I called my assistant and delegated the duty to her.

Afterwards, I retired to my bedroom to have a nap but dozed into a deep sleep instead.

My prayer alarm woke me up at 2:00AM and my bladder groaned violently, begging me to let out.

I searched frantically for my p*e pot which normally sit at the end of the wall but when I could not find it, it dawned on me that I did not bring it in the previous evening.

My bladder seemed to have a cue of my predicament and revolted badly.

It knocked frantically at the door of his neighbor, narrating our feud and the later joined forces and began to taunt me.

I was breathing heavily while a cold sweat broke out in my body as I struggled to hold the fight until I get outside to p*e and poo.

The moment my hand touched my doorknob, a dog barked mournfully at a distance while my spine prickled in fear.

Even though the ceiling fan was rolling lazily, a strange breeze took up and began to blow inside causing the curtains to flutter.

I felt a thousand eyes following my movements.

My head swelled up while my heart raced and beats pitter-patter in my ribcage.

"Ritaaa!" A voice slurred my name.

I swung around in time to catch a shadow sneaking into the fluttering curtains.

The lights instantly went off.

I was panting like a woman in labor as I blindly combed for my phone which I miraculously retrieved from the head of my bed where I normally keep it.

When I managed to keep my shaky hands steady and put on the flashlight, the breeze picking up in the room stopped abruptly the way it began.

I stared around the room in fright but everything was in order and there was no stalker waiting with a sharpened machete.

My racing heart was beginning to slow down when my bladder kicked angrily reminding me of our fight, his neighbor clapped back and a hot fluid began to slip from my a**s.

For the first time in ages, I cursed poverty and regretted living in a public house where I have to use an outdoor toilet.

I was shaking like a reed while my body was covered in goosebumps as I stumbled from my room towards the overall entrance door of the building.

"Ritaaaaaa!" The voice came again and I quickly swung around, hoping to catch whoever is playing the dirty prank on me but my eyes caught nothing.

The passage of the building was deserted as I flashed my light and there was no shadow crouching anywhere.

The bead of sweat which designed my forehead began to course freely as I fumbled with the latch of the big door.

When I eventually threw the door open, a gust of wind blew inside, snatching the phone from my hand.

The light went off the moment it hit the floor and I was thrown in pitch darkness.

I wanted to run back but my legs developed a will and began to drag me forward.

"Heeeeeeeeeeelp!" I screamed loudly in an effort to alert my neighbors but my voice only died in my head.

I walked on, into the womb of the darkness where a large craft like a turtle shell loomed and waited.

This time, I've already p*ed and pooed on my body and was chilled to the bone like a fish stored in a frozen room.

The dark turtle like craft began to beep as I drew closer.

It emits a phosphorescence kind of light which blinks occasionally as it's opened it's mouth and a violent force pushed me inside.

I was ushered into a concave of spirits where a chair engraved with my name was already waiting.

"Hurrrrrray!" A skeletal being piloting the strange craft screeched in a guttural voice and the others clapped and cheered loudly.

I shivered as my eyes swept around my environment.

The craft was filled mostly with skeletal beings alongside a few humans who looked utterly terrorized like me.

"It's about time, hiyaaa!" The jolly good fellow who was in control laughed and I felt the craft began to lift upwards.

I began to cry hysterically, begging to be let out and some of my human companions joined me.

A woman sitting beside me who was cradling a new born baby seemed to have given up on fate and cradled the baby closer to her bosom despite all the commotions around us.

The craft began to gain attitude and as we flew higher and higher, my bones rattled in cold and I began to convulse.

"It's not yet dawn, can we stop over for more recruits?

Some of the seats are still vacant and the owners ought to be here with the rest." The conductor of the craft suggested.

My eyes snapped to the vacant seats and I saw names of people boldly engraved in them.

It suddenly came to me that I was in the vehicle of the grim reaper bound to the journey of no return.

My death has been spiritually signed without my knowledge and I was reliving the manifestation.

"Noooooooo! It is a lie!!" I found myself howling with the little strength left in me.

"It is not yet my time, I shall not die unfulfilled!

Jesus Christ is alive and I shall live to testify his goodness in the land of the living!" I authoritatively declared.

Instantly, an alarm went off inside the craft which began to beep with red lights as it lost attitude and began to totter midair.

"Jesuuuuuuus...save me... Jesuuuuuuus!"

I continued non-stop until I felt suspended and began to fall from the sky.

I woked up with a start and found myself lying on my bed.

At first, I was disoriented for a heavy banging was sounding on my door and I could hear frantic voices outside.

The memory of the strange encounter came into my mind and when I was beginning to dismiss it as one terrible nightmare, the banging on my door intensified.

"Rita, no be your phone scatter for outside?

How person go dey sleep like wood." I heard my next door neighbor asking.

I bolted from the bed and ran outside.

Behold! My phone was smashed into smithereens on the threshold of the entrance door while the hot f***s I remembered passing during the terror of the night traced a dot everywhere.

It was enough evidence that everything that happened was never a figment of my imagination.

I cheated death through the mercy of God who heard when I knocked desperately at the door of heaven.

When I mounted the pulpit to give my unbelievable testimony on Sunday, the entire church plunged into a frenzied worship.

I sank on the ground and from the bottom of my heart, I sang and worshipped.

My story seemed unbelievable but it was a testament that God hears and answers prayers at the very point of our need.

He fights every secret battle and allow us to have a glimpse sometimes so that we could appreciate him.

God is real and the realm of the spirit is also real.

IF NOT FOR GOD?

What would have been our fate here on Earth?

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03/04/2025

THE TEMPEST

FIVE

Early in the morning, Brother Mike prepared to go to church.

Before he left, he knelt down to pray, persuading God to change Mercy into a virtuous woman he could call his own.

He was absentminded throughout the service as all his thoughts were centered on Mercy whose image was stamped in his memory.

He saw her everywhere at once, amongst the choristers singing merrily to the glory of God, in the face of the head pastor who mounted the pulpit to give sermons as well as in the worshippers who danced gloriously to give their offerings.

After the service, Brother Mike hurried to his car for he could not wait anymore.

He was surprised at his nerves for the girl is driving him crazy, making him to behave like a teenager who was promised a dinner date by the most beautiful girl in his class.

As he was about to gun the car homeward, one of the church respected elders approached him and they both exchanged pleasantries.

"Brother Mike, I've a leading in my spirit to meet and talk to you.

Is there anything you would like to share with me?" The elder asked and stared pointedly at him.

"I noticed that you have been absent in some church programs for sometime now and my spirit could not rest easy until I took it upon myself to approach you." He began.

"Yeah! Everything is okay." Brother Mike replied.

"It would grieve the holy spirit to make him a liar brother Mike.

You are hiding something and the holy spirit would not have lead me to approach you if there's nothing playing underground.

What is that burden resting on your shoulder brother Mike?

Is it too difficult to share it with a brethren who'll in turn help you to lay it on the altar of grace?" He frowned.

All the while he was talking, brother Mike was debating with his conscience wether to disclose his journey with Mercy or not.

He eventually made up his mind when the holy spirit was brought into the matter for he would not like to fall from grace.

As he painstakingly narrated his encounter with Mercy, the man of God wore a neutral expression which encouraged him to spit out everything at once.

"It is a risky adventure!" The elder stated at the end of his tales.

"You can bring her to Christ but proposing marriage straightaway to a girl like that could be disastrous.

You need to be watchful for this might be the means through which the enemy is trying to get at you.

Enquire from the Lord before you make any move regarding this issue."

"But elder, this woman could be the Mary Magdalene of our time.

Perhaps the Lord made it possible for us to cross roads because of this purpose." He argued.

"The girl in question is not stiff-necked, She's kind and amiable and I can easily transform her to the woman of my dream."

"How you speak brother Mike!

You and I does not have the power to transform anyone.

It is the duty of the holy spirit.

By the way, I can see that you're already hooked to this girl but be careful with your moves.

Do not jeopardize your heavenly race because of worldly things.

The time is short and believers are tempted on a daily basis."

The two argued mildly,each trying to back up their belief with a bible references.

"Brother Mike, I'm pretty sure you know that marrying someone for the purpose of winning their soul is not part of evangelism.

Marriage and evangelism are two different things.

I have not seen anywhere in the Bible where God instructed us to marry unbelievers as a form of evangelism."

"But there's an example of such an occurrence." Brother Mike countered.

"Have you forgotten the story of Hosea the prophet?

Was he not instructed by the Lord to marry a pr******te?

Did he not sire children through her even in her unfaithfulness?

"Brother Mike, you've a better understanding of the bible than most of us but you're not getting it right this time.

Hosea was not instructed to marry a harlot in order to convert her to a devoted church member.

His life with his harlot wife was to portray the feeling of God when human beings desert him and run after false gods."

"I'm aware of that." Brother Mike replied.

"But we can still use the weapon of love to drag a soul back to the Lord.

The goal is to win souls irrespective of the means applied."

After a while, the elder who noticed that brother Mike was not backing out from the argument mellowed.

He advised him to look before he leap in order to avoid crying had I known for a wife plays a significant role in the spiritual life of a man.

He promised to put him in his prayers and the later thanked him profusely for his time.

"I believe you're worth fighting for my dear Mercy!

You're my responsibility and I believe that our story will have a happy ending." He muttered under his breath before driving off.

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