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Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 7:27pm On Oct 13, 2020 |
PART 1 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “The best graduating student for the School of Biblical Studies of this session goes to Adeyanju Badmus!” That was my darling husband being referred to . You should have seen that proud look on my face.. I noticed all the other wives looked my way in envy, but it didn’t mean Jack to me, because I was the woman of the moment... My husband was the best Graduating Student of Biblical Studies... meaning my husband was the most Spiritual of all husbands! Gosh! Was I expecting it? Sure! And that was why I dressed to kill that Sunday. My designer shoe was the one my favorite aunt sent to me. My hat was the one I bought with my one month Salary. My dress! Actually cost three months’ salary. It was pure cotton... I knew my husband would be the best graduating student, so my look and his Look was deliberate that Sunday! Towards the end of the ceremony, my day took another turn, an unexpected sudden turn, a catastrophic turn, a twisted turn, a turn of the century, a turn that could actually slaughter someone. “Like we all know, Our Mission Church in Mororo has been without a Pastor for 6 months! We are therefore still making this announcement once again. Anyone who feels led to pastor the Mororo Church should please Let us know! God is passionate about the Mororo people!” The Parish Pastor said towards the end of the service. “I will go!” I obviously did not expect such a word from my husband, so it didn’t register with me, but I knew the voice must have sounded like my husband’s... With the slow movement of my head, I turned to Adeyanju and asked the obviously stupid question... Did you say something?” I asked Adeyanju “Me? Did I say anything?” He said Susan, Josh’s wife took it upon herself to stand up and make it official... She started clapping.... “Bro Adeyanju has decided to go... He just said...” Susan said and everyone joined in the clapping... “Wow! wow!” “Amazing!” “Awesome!” Different words were popping out of people’s mouths from different corners.. “Adeyanju, say something...take back what you just said!” I said between closed teeth... “I mean.. I would love to go, If I am Led!” Adeyanju said and the whole church went silent in disappointment “Aww, I thought as much, I am sure you quickly realized book knowledge is not the same as field experience!” Susan said sarcastically. I knew she was angry her husband did not get the award for the best graduating student, so she was looking for every opportunity to spoil the day for my husband! “He will go!” I said without thinking... Susan couldn’t deflate my Husband’s honor. He was to be celebrated that day, so I was not going to stand and watch Susan turn it to a day of mockery for him out of envy... Followed was a round of applause by everyone and a session of thanksgiving to God for raising Adeyanju for Mororo. *** Bro Adeyanju is the best man for Mororo...! His Bible Knowledge will really work in Mororo!” “Not only that, his prayers will set Mororo on Fire!” I heard those words as I catwalked towards My Father’s Office. My Father was the General Overseer of our ministry, but Church was Church and Home Affairs was Home Affairs... I had one intention.... ***** “Dad, Adeyanju can’t go to Mororo. It was a slip of tongue.” I said “A slip of tongue? From who?” “From me, From Him!” “Dad, please use your good office to say that you don’t have our blessings. Tell the church it is because we are still looking up to God for the fruit of the womb and I need to be in the city for my routine medical checkup.!” “Adenike, I cannot do that! You cannot tell the Angel of the Lord who was in the service that we were Joking. He must have taken the report of the service to God. We have offered thanksgiving to the Lord on Adeyanju’s behalf... How do we go back to God and tell him, we were joking?” Father said and I knew I had to win this battle another way... ****** “What did he say?” Adeyanju asked “We are going to Mororo, but don’t Worry Adeyanju, we will be back in not so far away time from now!” I said smiling knowing how I was going to deliberately fall sick in Mororo and get my father to pull me out of there in less than a week.... ****** The road to Mororo was terribly broken at different spots.. A journey that should have taken 6 hours ended up taking us 9 hours. We eventually got to Mororo around 4pm. Unlike most villages we had passed, Mororo appeared deserted. No one was outside. 9 “Are you sure people live in this village?” I asked very terrified “Well, The Map tells us this Is Mororo...” Adeyanju said “Maybe we should try knocking on one of the doors?” I said Suddenly a Lady ran towards our car... She had blood all over her body! “Help me!” She said “What is wrong? Are you okay?” I said very concerned, though afraid “I am a witch and I just killed someone... The people want to burn me alive! Please help me...” the strange girl said and as she did her black pupil turned blue. I froze on the spot and I am sure Adeyanju died on the spot as well... To be continued.... To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 7:14pm On Oct 14, 2020 |
PART 2 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Adeyanju! Step on the gas! Step.... on...the...accelerator" I screamed but Adeyanju held the steering like It was his very own life... “I don't think we should!" He replied shaking like a leave in the cold... “Adeyanju, this is not the time to be Afraid, step on the gas!" I said as I wanted us far away from the witch girl " I think we should help her, This is what God expects of us, Bible states that if your brother or sister comes to you for help and you tell him to come back the next day, it will be counted as a sin!” Adeyanju said unbelievably as my jaw dropped but I knew I had to salvage the situation again before we both became the witch’s next target... “Adeyanju, you are quoting the wrong scripture! What about suffer not a witch to live?” I said as the witch girl kept knocking at the car window... “Adeyanju, she is a witch!” I screamed one more time, but I couldn’t tell what devil came over him. He pressed the release button of the car lock. The witch girl saw it and opened the front door, pushing me and sitting in the front seat with me... Her smell was choking... I could smell evil exuding from her, the cloud of darkness around her was thick! “Why don’t you take the back ...seat!” I managed to say “I have no time for that... Adeyanju be a man and move this car!” The witch girl commanded. Adeyanju answered immediately.... I could read Adeyanju’s thought... I am sure he was wondering how she knew his name. Adeyanju and I exchanged shocked looks. “Actually, we don’t know where we are going, we are ....” I said “Missionaries...” The witch girl cut in 11 We knew the best thing for us was to be silent. We had picked up a wrong passenger, all I was thinking was how, where and when she would alight.... “Take the next turn....” she commanded “Take the Left turn!” “Take the right bend!” She kept giving the directions and we followed obediently. After about 15 minutes of driving in circles, the witch girl said... “Stop the Car!” She said and Adeyanju halted immediately “That is your new house, but for Adeyanju’s sake, I will give you this advice.. Mororo is not for you! You won’t survive one week...and you Adenike, I believe the reason you don’t yet have a child is because you are heartless. You should be grateful I am not in a terrible mood, I would have punished you for what you just did.” She said and like a scene from a horror movie I have never been a fan of, she turned into a black bird with purple feathers before flying away! Our lives paused for few minutes that felt like time stopped for centuries. “Adeyanju, reverse this car and get us out of here!” I managed to say while feeling out of breath, but unfortunately the least of the thing I expected to happen suddenly hit Adeyanju and I. The car unexpectedly broke down.... “What just happened?” Adeyanju said as he kept trying to get the car engine to respond... Then followed was a sudden whirlwind, a wind that felt like the gods of Mororo were angry... To be continued |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 6:03pm On Oct 16, 2020 |
PART 3 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Wow!” Was what dropped from my mouth? What we met in the house was a far cry from what I was expecting. The place looked like a mini palace... This was not the picture of the kind of house I would have imagined missionaries would live in Mororo.... The house on the outside didn’t look anything like a good place... When the whirlwind had almost turned our vehicle upside down, Adeyanju had screamed... “Adenike, we need to get out of this vehicle!” “To where?” I said because I was not planning to set my foot on the ground of Mororo. Mororo didn’t look and feel like a good place... “To the mission house! Adenike, Listen we need to be alive to be able to get out of here, if we die in this vehicle, it is our dead bodies that will be carried out of here. I believe it is better safe than dead....” Adeyanju said and his words made sense.... With unsteady feet, I alighted, but the wind that embraced me was very tough and violent. I ran towards the mission house the witch girl had pointed to us hoping to escape the wind. The picture of the interior of the house I was expecting to see was a dirty, dusty and archaic interior but what we saw made me say wow! “Who did this? Or is someone living here?” Adeyanju said. The living room looked beautiful. It had beautiful wall paintings, beautiful curtains. The interior design was really Looking amazing, with deep buttoned Plush upholstery, the floor was a sparkling wooden surface... “We were duly informed, you will be coming!” A Voice said from inside the kitchen. Two ladies walked out of the Kitchen, they were identical twins, there was something definitely strange about them but I couldn’t place it. Adeyanju stepped back in fear and surprise... “We are the Adegbile Sisters, we are members of the Mororo Church. We had received a message from your father that you both will be coming, so we decided to make this place look a bit like the city house you are used to!” One of the sisters said “Oh! “ I said but I wasn’t convinced about the truth of what she had said “Oh Thank you my sisters ... This is really beautiful and very thoughtful of you! We appreciate it!” “We will be leaving, by tomorrow the other members will be happy to come for early Morning prayers!” “Oh! Where is the church?” I asked “Here! We hold our services here...” “What?” I asked in shock. I never liked mixing church affairs with home affairs. I didn’t like the idea of members coming into the house of their pastor, it had a way of making members unconsciously lose respect for their Pastors. “Yes...” “Ok, thank you sisters!” Adeyanju said obviously dismissing them. He knew I didn’t like the idea of hosting the church in our house. The sisters left or better still pretended to have left because as soon as we devoured the food they had prepared for us, the two sisters appeared in the room from the wall. “Really, so you babies were the ones that was sent to Mororo...We just gave you a simple test and you failed!” Said one of the twin... “No discernment of Spirit in you! Well lucky you, the food wasn’t poisoned. You both would have been dead...so we have a deal for you... Do not trouble us like the last pastor and we won’t trouble you. Do your church thing without attacking witches and wizards. Give the people false hope and whenever we have punished someone, don’t try to pray for them. Are we clear?” The mean twin said 4 Adeyanju and I nodded our heads like primary school babies. I could see the baby look on Adeyanju...I was beginning to think of how to get us out of that town when the friendly looking twin said... “You are thinking about running away... I don’t think so... We like you and we want you to stay! Feel Welcome!” Said the friendly twin witch “ For God has not given me the Spirit of Fear, but of Love, power and of sound mind” Adeyanju was saying under his breath as he could not look up into the eyes of the witches...It was obvious my husband was a physical and spiritual babe, despite knowing so much of the scripture.... The witches saw through him and they both exchanged looks saying... “ Omode o mo ogun, o npe ni efo ” (When a child does not recognize a deadly herb, he calls it a vegetable"...said the mean twin witch “Baby Pastor! Welcome to Mororo, Happy pastoring!” The friendly twin said laughing before they disappeared and no one told the other before we both burst into tears. To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-815110364 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 6:03pm On Oct 16, 2020 |
PART 4 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde Adeyanju and I could not sleep throughout the night. We sat on the floor cuddled like scared Babies. What added to our fear was the disappearance of all the beauty of the house the moment the witches left. Obviously it was all a facade, it wasn’t real. The house returned to what I expected; smelly, dirty, dusty... “Once it is daybreak, we leave” I kept saying to Adeyanju... Adeyanju wouldn’t say a word. He just sat cuddled up very quiet. A cock crowed and I knew it must be around 5am... “We should leave...!” I said “How?” “We will pray and the vehicle will work!” “Ok” Adeyanju said I pulled him up as I felt guilty. I allowed my pride drag him to Mororo. We carefully walked out of the house and got into the car! I held Adeyanju’s hand... “God, we are sorry for trying to show off in church. We know we have not been sent here. Please forgive us!” I prayed “Amen!” Adeyanju replied. With a careful hand and a skeptical look, he inserted the key into the ignition.., “Have faith!” I said in encouragement He turned the key and at just one turn, the vehicle responded... “Thank you Lord, Thank you Lord....” I said almost screaming.., 16 “Keep it low, you can shout all you want when we get out of here...” Adeyanju said Adeyanju stepped on the gas, and the vehicle moved forward. At the sound of the vehicle, doors and windows of houses started opening. It was obvious we had woken the people of Mororo up. “Don’t stop, this is the first time I will ever encourage you to drive over 100, infact increase your speed to 150 right now!” I said as I noticed Adeyanju was getting confused the moment the doors and windows were opening... “Adeyanju! Adeyanju!” I screamed at him... Adeyanju was a pathetic case. A brainy without a heart. He was just intellectually sound, but emotionally he was a baby; One of the errors of his parents. His parents had made Adeyanju exert his energy and reasoning on reading only. He had no human relationship. Their relationship was the only thing Adeyanju acquired on his own, which was not totally by his power alone.. I was the one who forced him into asking me out. He was always around me, smiling at me, buying me gifts and whenever he saw other men around he would be so devastated... The day I helped him out of his misery was when I forced the words out of his mouth... “Adeyanju, why are you always angry when you see other brothers around me!” I had said after church “Me! Angry?” “Yes! You like me? You want me to be your girlfriend and you don’t know how to say it!” Adeyanju had kept quiet, for a brief second before saying... “Actually, as a wife not a girlfriend... I don’t want you temporarily, I want you permanently... You know the word girlfriend is a term...” Adeyanju was already saying too much as he was about to give me the dictionary meaning of “Girlfriend!” I decided to cut short the long story.., “Yes! I will love to be your wife” I said and Adeyanju laughed still not looking into my eyes... 17 This was the same Adeyanju that was about shutting down on me, he was slowing down the car in fear. “Adeyanju! Stop the car!” I said and he did immediately. “Move! “ I alighted from the vehicle and turned to the driver’s seat. Adeyanju moved to the passenger’s seat quietly. I got into the car and moved at top speed...No Devil was going to stop me from leaving Mororo! After driving for few minutes, I could see something that looked like a roadblock ahead. I told myself, no roadblock was going to stop me. I was going to drive past the roadblock, not minding any damage it will cause on the car. “I will fix the car in the city” I encouraged myself, but as I drew closer to the supposed roadblock, I realized what stood on the road was not a wooden or iron roadblock, but it was a roadblock made by humans... “Adenike!” Adeyanju screamed in fear as I also halted at the sight. There were about 8 men, 10 women, 15 teenagers and a lot of children standing on the road with arms akimbo... “Who are they?” I asked Adeyanju who replied with a blank look. To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-815110364 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:21pm On Oct 19, 2020 |
PART 5 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I took my leg off the gas as trying to go past the roadblock would be homicide. “Who are they and what do they want?” I said in fear. “Probably another set of witches... and by the look on their faces, these ones look very mean and unhappy...” Adeyanju said. As we looked on with no intention of stepping out of the car, one of the men who appeared like their spokesman walked towards the vehicle. Every step he took towards us created serious fear in us... “I come in peace and so do my people!” The heavily built man who was handsome looking said. I only responded by nodding... “I am Oluwaseun, Formally Orisaseun. We are the members of the Mororo Church. We were more than this before, but after the death of the last pastor, some members left. We don’t want to leave, but we need someone to feed us. How can we be saved if we haven’t heard or be preached to?” He said... I looked towards the group and I felt pity for them. If what this man was saying was true, then it was a pity that the villagers wanted the genuine Word of God, but unfortunately they were starved... However, I suddenly remembered the Adegbile sisters. They had also deceived us into believing they were members of the Mororo Church... “I am not going to fall for this again!” I said as I engaged the reverse gear hoping to deceive them, thereafter pull a very fast one on them.., “I think they are genuine!” AdeYanju said to me in a whisper I rolled my eyes in irritation at AdeYanju. “Would he know what was real or fake even if it was stuck into his nose?” I thought silently... I rolled down the glass and with a release of air, I spoke to the man... “Sir, the thing is... We are the wrong people for Mororo. We are not spiritually matured to lead or preach to you people. We came here thinking Mororo was a child’s play but with what we have seen in less than 24 hours, we are taking the report back to the parent church to send a more equipped couple to you!” I said hoping the man would understand my point... Instead of giving an answer or showing a sign of acceptance or otherwise, he stepped away from the car to return to the “roadblock” group. There was a distant chatter going on, I tried to read the response from the group.... “They are not buying it...” Adeyanju said and it was obvious. I felt irritated that he was speaking out the obvious “Adeyanju, I need positivity right now and if you are not ready to give it me, please just keep your words to yourself!” I said “I think we should stay!” Adeyanju said again “The man quoted a sensitive scripture moments ago.. He was quoting from Romans 10:13-14 which says....For whosoever call upon the name of the Lord shall shall be saved. How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?.... Adenike this people need a preacher!” Adeyanju said and if he was my brother and not my husband, I would have treated him to a nice treat of hard slaps on his face.... “Adeyanju, it amazes me that despite knowing the whole scripture, you speak the wrong one at the wrong time... this same scripture you just quoted, you quoted the wrong verse... The verse that concerns us is verse 15a which says dear Husband...”And how shall they preach, except they be sent?”.... I noticed Adeyanju still did not get my point...so I decided to help him “Adeyanju, we were not sent to Mororo, we only came here to prove a point, I brought you here to make you look like a real man!” I said with the tone that said we were going back home... The handsome heavily built man was walking back to us, but this time with few of the group members... “They want to speak to you” the man said A teenage girl of not more than 12 years said... “Please sir and ma’am, don’t go, I want to know more about Jesus. I love Jesus and want someone to tell me more about Jesus, so that I can also tell others about Jesus especially my Sister, Sade.” She said pointing towards the bush. I followed the direction of her hand. I saw the witch girl that had stopped our car the day before. She was hiding behind a tree... “Your sister?” I said “Yes, my elder sister, she is a witch but she tells me she doesn’t want to be anymore! And I know it is only Jesus that can help her... but Aunty I don’t know Jesus enough to be able to help Sade... Please stay and teach me about Jesus so I can help my sister..” the girl said and the soft part of my heart felt her pain... “But....!” To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-815110364 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:22pm On Oct 19, 2020 |
PART 6” “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Two weeks? AdeYanju why did you do this to us!” I couldn’t believe what AdeYanju did few minutes back... Although I had felt a bit emotional after the little girl’s talk but I wasn’t moved to the point of wanting to stay back.., however AdeYanju said out of the blues... “We will stay with you for two weeks! I am a Bible graduate, so I will see what I can do in two weeks...!” AdeYanju had said to the group that had walked up to the car... My world stopped! I looked at AdeYanju with a look that said “Are you crazy?” Then AdeYanju decided to put me on the spot by saying... “Unless my wife says otherwise!” And then I had over 8 pair of eyes looking at me for a supportive answer.... “Sure! Two weeks! He just said it, Two weeks he will teach you all you need to know about Christianity, and after all he is the pastor!” I said sarcastically “Thank you ma’am, thank you for being a good mother!” The spokesman said... “Ma, we can help you clean up the house!” One of the women said Before I could turn down the offer, they all had marched towards the house... Tears flowed down from my eyes... “Adeyanju why? Why did you do this to us! Two weeks in this God forsaken place... Adeyanju, this town doesn’t need a Bible student who just graduated, it needs a pastor who is grounded in the word and has the fire of God in his bones and you know you don’t even have a nerve in you talk less of Fire! I poured out my tears in frustration in the car! I kept hitting the car steering very hard... For that moment, I regretted being the wife of a baby husband... “Adenike, I am sorry. I couldn’t just watch us leave them. I promise you, just two weeks...I will do a crash Bible course with them! Please at least let me do something for myself...” Adeyanju said and I knew I had to stay back with him. That day was probably the worst day of my life as I watched how over 20 people kept walking in and out of my new home. I didn’t like people trooping into my house...At night, I would always feel the presence of those people like their Spirits were hanging around... Therefore, when it was time to sleep, it was very impossible. I decided to sit outside the balcony and with the solar powered lamp I brought, I tried to read the scriptures.... Instead, I slept off ****** “They are staying back...” A voice said “I told you they cannot be easily scared away..” Another voice replied “But they carry no fire!” “But they know the word, they just don’t know the power in it...” “Well, let’s hope they never wake up to the power in the word... they won’t be a problem!” “What if they teach our people the Word and our people discover the power in the word, then we are finished? What we have been able to achieve all these years is because the people do not know the word, once they know the Word, they will grow to have the Power!” “So what do we do to stop this children from teaching them the word...!” “Well, my suggestion is that, since we have tried sending them out and they didn’t listen, let’s uproot them” Uproot them? “Yes!” *** I snapped out of that trance... I couldn’t remember the faces of those speaking but the words were clear... “What did they mean by uprooting us?” I reasoned as I walked back inside the house... After a week of staying in Mororo, Adeyanju fell sick and I was beginning to suspect this was what “Uprooting” meant... “AdeYanju, we need to leave... You need to see the Doctor!” “No, I know this is not a mere sickness, so I won’t be threatened by the devil to stop my two weeks Bible study with this people... Adenike, if I die, I die!” His words were exactly what happened... Adeyanju died exactly 10 days after we stepped into Mororo.... To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:22pm On Oct 20, 2020 |
PART 7 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde Days went by. I didn’t want to believe Adeyanju was dead, so I told the members of the Mororo Church, he was indisposed. By the fourth day after his death, he was beginning to stink terribly, despite cleaning his body every three hours and spraying our room with my strong perfume. Members who came to the house for evening Bible Study which I had started taking were beginning to complain of the offensive smell... Few of the men asked to see Adeyanju, but I told them, he was fine and didn’t want the members seeing him the way he was. “Ma’am, can we at least pray with him?” Seun said “We can pray here without disturbing him!” I said and I could tell from Seun’s eyes that he wasn’t satisfied with my answer. Few hours later as I was taking the Bible Study, Seun came out suddenly out of our bedroom weeping... “How did you get in there?” I said in fury “He is dead too!” Seun said to the other church members crying “They have killed him!” Seun said.. The church members rushed to the room and saw a swollen Adeyanju... There was an outburst of cries and tears... “Adeyanju is not dead, I know he will wake up..,” I said in denial as I moved to Adeyanju’s body, his body had turned darker... Tears flowed on its own... Reality was beginning to dawn on me... I had lost Adeyanju because of Mororo... **** My parents, My In laws and few elders of our church had come to Mororo in a rush. Some of the Church elders had gone to the city to send an email to our parent church. The church had come with an ambulance to carry Adeyanju’s body... His mother was a mess, I couldn’t bear to look her in the eye... “My son died without a child!” Was all my mother in law was saying... “At least, if he had a son, I would have had someone to look at...” Adeyanju’s mother said wailing. My father had walked up to me as I stood lost ... “I am sorry Adenike, I should have listened to you! Forgive me!” My father said to me... I felt his pain “As soon as we leave here, we will never send any other person to Mororo!” My father said My father held me by the hand and asked me to get into his vehicle... “I am not going!” I said “What did you say?” “Father, they cannot take my husband and expect me to bow my head in shame ... No, I want to confront them..” I said very angry as I looked around hoping the Adegbile sisters would show their faces... My father succeeded in getting me out of Mororo... Adeyanju was buried and I returned to my parents’ house.... **** “Please save me!” Said Sade the witch girl “We need you in Mororo!” A man said “Save us please!” A pregnant woman said crying as she labored to give birth These were the words that haunted my sleep for weeks... I had disturbing dreams every night. ***** “I need to go back to Mororo, Father send me back there!” I said to my father during breakfast one Saturday morning... “What?” My father said as his hand which he used in carrying his tea cup became suspended “The people need someone who is ready to help them! I am ready!” My Father did not utter a reply, instead he picked up his phone and made a call... “Anne, how are you? A very quick one... I will be sending Adenike to you, she needs a change of environment...” My father said as he continued speaking to his sister who was living in Dubai.... “I am not going to Dubai, I am going to Mororo!” I said with a loud voice... My father turned sharply and ended the call with my Aunty... I saw him pressing another set of digits, I knew whoever he was calling was going to be a strong force to contend! “I need to find a way out of here!” I concluded in my heart.... “Mororo, here I come!” To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:23pm On Oct 20, 2020 |
PART 8 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Am I meant to run into a hole to hide after what the devil and his agents did to me? Dad, Dubai is not what I need right now! What I need is to settle the scores between the devil and I... I lost what is most precious to me, I lost the man that could have given me children and grandchildren, yet the devil wants to have Mororo to himself... No, he has to lose what is in possession too! The devil is highly inconsequential for me to run away from... He is a Ghost and I cannot be scared of a ghost! Dad, Mum, I am sorry, I have to run away, but that’s what the best is for me... I am returning to Mororo!” Adenike. I dropped the letter on the living room table and left the house around 11am, after my parents had left for a special church program. I left for Mororo that same day with my mother’s car. I got to Mororo very late when the entire Mororo had on obviously gone to sleep. But! I could sense the Adegbile Sisters knew I was around. As I drove past the Mororo bushes, I felt two invisible figures running alongside my car on the two sides. “You can’t scare me, if that’s what you are trying to do...!” I said with strong determination. I literally could feel them around me and possibly fuming in anger... I got to the mission house in one piece! Surprisingly, I met Seun there... “You came back! Something kept telling me to come here every night since you left. The thing kept telling me to pray that you come back and finish the work God has sent you to do in Mororo “That thing is called the Holy Spirit!” I said smiling. Seun moved closer to me and with a pleading voice, he said “Ma, please don’t leave us again. I have realized my mistake with your husband and the other pastor who died, I wasn’t praying for them... The thing... I mean the Holy Spirit was telling me that we the church members ought to be praying for our pastors... I promise to pray for you every day so the evil ones of Mororo never touch you!” I looked at Seun intently for the first time. He spoke English Fluently and he didn’t seem like someone who should be living in Mororo... “What are you doing in Mororo, you speak well...” I said “I am not from Mororo, My wife is, I mean my Wife was... I met my wife in the City, but she loved Mororo dearly. She had come to the city to work as a maid in my parents’ house as early as 7 years old. We literally grew up as siblings. My parents gave her an education, so this made it easy for my parents to accept her when I said she was the one I wanted to Marry.. We got married 12 years ago, but couldn’t have children for four years. This made my wife start searching for solution everywhere and anywhere. It was on one of these searches, she met Jesus! My wife became sold out... My parents were not Christians, so they couldn’t get along with my wife anymore... They asked me to leave her, but I couldn’t because I loved my wife... We lost everything as, we were both working with my parents.... My wife and I moved in with the Pastor who had led her to Christ, and though it wasn’t comfortable, I had to manage that new life because of the love I had for my wife. In the midst of these, by hearing the word of God in the Pastor’s house, I was gradually becoming converted. About 6 years ago, my wife had woken me up in our little apartment the Pastor later helped us to get... “Seun, I have a burden for my village, I want to go back to Mororo. My people need Jesus! And maybe if I served God in Mororo, God may give us children!" I followed her here, but I guess we weren’t prepared enough, I knew only a little about Jesus from what I had heard the pastor preached back in the city... My wife was just zealous as well...” “What happened to her that made you refer to her as “Was”. Is she dead also?” I asked in fear. “Dead? That would have been better, because unfortunately, She is now the priestess of Mororo, the head of all witches in Mororo....!” “What! How? I mean what happened?” I asked obviously bewildered “It is a long story!” Seun said looking heartbroken... To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 2 Likes |
Re: Ghost Run! by lahrra(f): 11:51pm On Oct 20, 2020 |
Thank you ma for the update. God increase you richly. But i cant seems to find the ghostrun on your wall. Perhaps there is a link you can drop for easy access. |
Re: Ghost Run! by Zara20(f): 12:05pm On Oct 21, 2020 |
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Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 8:43pm On Oct 22, 2020 |
PART 9 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “You should be hungry after the Long trip!” Seun said obviously trying to change the direction of the conversation... “No I am fine... I bought few snacks on my way...” I replied stating him in the eyes with the silent conversation that I wanted to hear his Wife’s story. However, we both became quiet... “You haven’t...” I was saying when he also started speaking “When we got...!” He said simultaneously We both laughed at the simultaneous talk... “Patience! I need to learn it... I always want to get to the root of an issue!” I said laughing, defending my impatience “It’s fine... “he said, but after a short pause, he continued... “After my wife and I got to Mororo, we rented a mini apartment very close to her parent’s house...She started preaching to little children, teenagers and youths. The Christian story was intriguing and interesting to the young ones... Gradually, mothers started following their children to the services. Husbands started following their wives... The Church became more of a new social society. It was more of My wife telling Bible stories and afterwards , the members would eat and drink... This didn’t sit well with me, because I remembered how Pastor John’s service used to look and feel like back in the city. It was always filled with singing, reading the Bible and drawing out revelations from the stories. I knew prayers were always said. However, the church my wife was heading was more of a party than a spiritual place... I remember calling her attention to it... “Dear, can we invite Pastor John to have a weekend program with us in Mororo?” “Why? Are we not doing enough?” She said “We are, butI feel there are some aspects of Christianity we are yet to include in what we are teaching the Mororo people!” “Like?” “I really cannot place it, but I have that feeling something is not totally right!” My Wife had hissed and walked out on me. I had to later apologize for doubting her spiritual competence. Months later, My Wife’s mother summoned both of us to her room! “Orisabunmi, the time has come!” My mother in law had said and My wife and I exchanged looks. “Time for what?” My wife asked “To enter into your destiny!” My mother in Law said “What destiny? Maami, what are you talking about?” “You are a product of the kindness of the river goddess. When I was barren for 11 years, the river goddess was the one who came to my rescue and gave you to me...and ever since you got married, we haven’t heard the cry of a baby in your house. I decided to go back to the river goddess through the cult I belong to, to ask questions. **** “Adesewa, you came to pick one of my daughters, and made her a messenger of a foreign God!” Yeye the head of the Witchcraft cult had spoken on behalf of the river goddess. “Ha! Goddess ooo, I am sorry, Orisabunmi is still your daughter, and she only brought a new way of life for the people, the lifestyle of the city people!” “The Lifestyle that does not allow her to serve me...!” "I am sorry!" "Well, let her continue, that’s your choice, at least you are comfortable with not having grandchildren!” “Ha! Is that why she has been unable to bear children?” “She needs to be married to her Spirit Husband, then he will give her permission to give birth for the physical Husband!” Yeye had said ***** “My wife and I had looked at each other very shocked and confused... My mother in law meant business... “ I am not asking you to stop what you are doing, I mean the Christian thing, but you need to remember your source, you need to be indoctrinated back into the cult and thereafter a Spiritual marriage will be conducted, which will give the permission to have physical children!” “Never! I am the only husband of my wife!” I had said furiously, but my wife sat very quietly looking very lost.... “Bunmi won’t you say something!” I said expecting her to refuse the offer... “Maami, is that all I have to do?” I heard my wife saying unbelievably.... I looked at her very shocked and what she said to me that got my eyes popped was... “Give unto Caesar what belongs to Caesar and Give unto the Lord, what belongs to the Lord...!” To be continued 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 8:43pm On Oct 22, 2020 |
PART 10 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “What? She said that?” I was beyond shocked. I knew what it felt like for a woman to be childless. I knew desperation could set in. I had been in those shoes so I knew how well it hurt, but I wasn’t sure wanting to have a child could push me into witchcraft. “I know she was desperate to have a child, especially since my parents were placing serious pressure on her, but I tried encouraging her to be strong, but she would not have it!” **** “Seun, God is the one who gave the witches the power they are also using... Can anyone do anything If God does not give the power to them... They can also create children!” “No BUNMI, they cannot create children, my mother once told me that some of the children gotten from wicked powers are sometimes animals or demons projected in women’s body who through incantations take the form of humans. That is why you see some children behaving like certain animals... Mother also said some children are actually from God, but the moment you go to the wrong places, they deceitfully claim the ownership of the child and in a bid place evil restrictions on that child! Besides, you are a pastor, doing this will be a disgrace. Don’t do what will not make you fit to be a pastor anymore!” Bunmi had clapped... “Not fit? I knew this was your plan, you want to become the pastor in charge of the church, take it, Seun, take it...” *** “Bunmi had said that and I thought it was just an empty threat. The next day during the Bible study. She had stood up in front of the group...” Seun was saying to a perplexed me. **** “God is the same in all religion, My Husband and I have decided to serve you people better. He will be leading you in the Christian way, while I have decided to go the traditional way. This way I am able to correct the evil in that religion!” Bunmi said *** “I knew that was not my wife speaking, so I pulled her aside asking her if she was alright, but instead I got a slap. Things went from bad to worse, and from worse to Terrible. It felt like she was under a spell. What was baffling was the fact that she was doing all she was doing to have a child, but yet she wasn’t friendly with me; the man she ought to have the child with.” I maintained total silence as I was lost for the right words... “So she joined them and the rest they say is history. To me she is good as dead. Though I am not fully rooted in Christianity, I can and will not dine with evil!” Seun said finally “But why did you decide to stay back in Mororo?” I asked “To prove a point...!” “Which is?” “Christianity will survive in Mororo without Bunmi!” I looked on at Seun dumbstruck. Was Christianity just a competition to him? No wonder Mororo was the way it was! The foundation of the Christianity practiced there was weak... They were not serving God for Who He is, But they were trying to prove a point... Jesus! To be continued………………. 2 Likes |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 8:43pm On Oct 22, 2020 |
PART 11 “GHOST RUN!” Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I didn’t need anyone to tell me, Mororo was a tough village and it was rather unfortunate that those who needed to bring Light into the village through Christianity had the wrong motives... “God, if only you can give me Spiritual power, I will turn this village around for you, delivering Mororo from the hands of the evil ones!” I thought silently to myself. “You will do no such thing...” Seun and I jumped back as we heard a female voice say... “She is around?” Seun said while looking around. His voice had a bit of fear mixed with irritation... I wanted to ask who that was, but I obviously was able to do the math’s. His Wife, Bunmi was definitely the She, he was referring to.... Like a scene from a horror movie, she gradually started appearing bit by bit, starting from her hand that held a white beaded short staff, which signified authority. Next, half of her right body was revealed. She tied a white feathery wrapper around her, with a beaded neckpiece done like a cape on her neck.... “Adenike, this is not a game for fashion oriented girls, not a game for girls who stay all day talking, not a game for Daddy’s girls. !” She said as her fully body was revealed... “I am not here to play a game, and since you know me so well, you should know I hate playing games...” I retorted Silence! After few seconds... Seun was about to talk when Bunmi shut him up... “I am not here for you! When you are done deceiving yourself you will leave Mororo. You should be grateful you are my husband, that’s why I Haven’t killed you!" “But you could kill my husband!” I said angrily “That was not me... Your husband was an easy prey for me to waste my powers on... He was a spiritually lifeless being... and killing him would have been an insult. If you are grieved about that, Speak to the Adegbile sisters” Bunmi said as she moved around.. “That however brings me to the reason why I am here today!” She said “Which is?” I said “Get out of here, before I personally kill your parents! I know your parents are quite spiritual, but I also know my way around. I know some of their secret misdemeanors that will give me the access to strike them both dead in one day. What a pain that would be!” “Adenike! Adenike! Adenike!” Bunmi called out with her eyes shining with a touch of red flame in her pupil... “I give you two days to leave this village, or else you will have no choice to leave after you hear their sudden demise” As soon as she ended her words, she disappeared without waiting for my reply. “She will do it” Seun said looking defeated... “I advise you return home, she doesn’t kill her victims, but she kills the loved ones of her victims, in other to cause her victims pain. That was the point of decision making and I took the best decision for me, which was..... To be continued DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 8:44pm On Oct 22, 2020 |
PART 12 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Adenike, please Marry Me!” Nonso knelt in the common room of the Embassy during lunch in front of an embarrassed me... “Nonso, what are you doing? Please stand up.” I said as I stood visibly shaken... “Say Yes! Adenike Just Say Yes!” I heard the loud cheers of the other staff members... “Say Yes to what?” I stood there completely blank. The suddenness of whatever Nonso was doing got Me Numb. We had just met, precisely 5 months before the weird proposal... This was six months after I left Mororo. I left that night after my discussion with Seun and his Priestess wife. I wasn’t ready to lose my parents. My husband was dead and I didn’t have the heart to lose another person. Mororo wasn’t worth it! I had returned to my parents’ house who surprisingly were very welcoming. My mother was particularly happy stating she had been praying all day for me to return back. I settled back into my life, but I was too broken to return back to my Father’s Church. I couldn’t bear to look the other women in the face. It was going to be hard coping without Adeyanju by my side. How I missed Adeyanju, my best friend, my lover, my friend, the perfect man for me! I had told my father I needed a secular job also. I apologetically told him I couldn’t continue with my present job of working at the church. By what I felt was divine Providence, I met an old friend who got me a Job at one of the embassies in Nigeria. My Job was a well-paid job that came with its juices that perked me up. In Just three months, I had traveled to 5 countries for different trainings. I met new friends, I was becoming more exposed and I cursed myself for wanting to lose all of that for Mororo. Nonso was my colleague who couldn’t get over me, but I wasn’t ready for any emotional entanglement. From the first day I stepped into my office, Nonso’s time stopped ticking. He looked at me like I was an angel that just dropped from the sky. He was discussing with Tamuno at the time, but my entrance into the office got his mouth wide opened... I had to double check if I wasn’t stained in anyway.... While everyone came to say hi, he didn’t come and for days he avoided me like a plague. After about a week of resuming the office, I took the boldness and walked up to him... “Good Morning Nonso, I am Adenike, I just resumed this job a week ago and I think we haven’t met officially!” I said stretching my hand to him and I can say that probably was the mistake I made. Nonso started blushing. His face turned red and with obvious excitement he accepted my handshake... What I expected him to say was “Nice to meet you!, but instead what I heard from him was... “Oh my God! Your palm is so soft!” “What!” I literally screamed.., Nonso had glued himself to me for the next five months. It was hard for anyone to believe I wasn’t dating him, even my parents were always beaming with smiles anytime he came around. Nonso was the kind of “Boyfriend” that you couldn’t hide. He wanted to know everyone and anyone related to me. He wanted to go with me to family functions. He started attending my Father’s church. My mistake which I believe prompted the unexpected proposal was probably what I said to him the Friday before the Monday he proposed...I wanted to get him off my back. "Nonso, when am I going to meet your girlfriend or your fiancée?” I asked out of the blues at the restaurant where he forced me to have dinner with him that Friday night. “My girlfriend?” He asked looking shocked. I nodded... He rested his back in his chair and didn’t say a word as I continued eating... “Don’t tell me you don’t have a girlfriend at this age, Nonso you will be turning 40 in the next two months!” I said laughing He sat still looking at me... At that point I knew I had gotten him where I wanted. I wanted to define the relationship between us... “Nonso, what’s wrong, this is the first time in five months that my bestie will be without words...Hmm... Nonso I am sorry if I invaded your privacy....” Nonso still kept mute... “Nonso! Are you okay?” He recovered from whatever shock he was in and faked a smile... “I am fine! “ “Ok, so when do I meet her?” “Soon!” He said and that was probably the first time Nonso ever answered me with a one word statement... After about 5 minutes we left the restaurant and Nonso was quiet throughout the ride. He didn’t call, or reply my calls during the weekend, so you could imagine my shock when he threw a proposal at me on a Monday in the office... “Adenike, please Marry me!” To be continued 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by Krester24(m): 6:29am On Oct 23, 2020 |
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Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:16pm On Oct 26, 2020 |
PART 13 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I didn’t know what to do, Nonso had tears already pouring out of his eyes... “Nonso, please stop this, I cannot do this... I just lost my husband six months ago and you want me to get married to you!” I said with tears pouring out of my own eyes as well “I know and I am ready to mourn him with you! Please you are the woman I have been waiting for, I always knew there was a woman for me, and that made me stay this long... Please Adenike, Just Say Yes! We don’t have to get married now. I am ready to wait for you till you are ready!” Nonso said I looked around and I saw different reactions. His friends were making jest of him, I knew if I said No, they will make his life miserable. I saw Modesta, gazing at me with full blown bitterness. Everyone knew she had a serious crush on Nonso... I bent down and whispered in Nonso’s ear... “I am just going to say yes for now to save you the open ridicule...” I said and Nonso replied “Thank you!” “Yes, It will be a great Honors to be your Wife if the Lord Wills” I said as I accepted Nonso’s ring... For the next 15 minutes before the end of the lunch break, it was a beautiful hullabaloo. Nonso was on top of the heavens. Colleagues congratulated us, we took pictures and even had a surprise cake Nonso had ordered... The rest of the working hours of that day was a hard one for me. I wanted to run away from the office. The moment it was 3:45, I left the office to the parking lot. I deliberately did not take my bag. I only took my wallet and my two phones. I didn’t want Nonso to know I was leaving! “Leaving?” Nonso had shouted from across the room “No, I want to get something from the car!” “Ok! Or should I come along?” He joked “She can walk!” Modesta said as a dry joke “That reminds me, I need to pick something from my car as well” Modesta said as she walked ahead of me... I smelt trouble but I kept walking... The moment we got to a blind spot of the office (a place there were no cameras), Modesta turned and faced me.., “I know who you are.. You are a witch, you killed your first husband and from what I heard, he was a dummy you pushed around. Your charm was so strong on him, he foolishly followed you to a village where he was slaughtered as a sacrifice for your father’s ministry... Listen well and Listen good, Nonso will not be your new prey. I may not be a witch like you, but I have my ways of doing things, so stay clear!” I couldn’t breathe... Modesta accused me of killing my own husband, my Adeyanju, the best friend I ever had... The man I wanted to be honored at all times. It was my craze for him not to be looked down on that made me push him to Mororo... I walked towards my car like I was walking on hot stones... My brain had shut down because one of my phones fell from my hands and I didn’t realize it... It was a security guard that picked it up and rushed to give it to me as I got into my car... “Your phone ma?” He said “What?” I asked dumbly while looking at him very clueless “Your phone fell ... Are you ok ma?” He asked looking very concerned I didn’t say a word and like someone brain dead, I drove off without collecting my phone. I kept driving with no destination in mind. My tears were pouring continuously ... I began to remember all my memories with Adeyanju, from the day I forced him to define our relationship... I remembered how smart he was. I remembered him helping me with house chores always, He cooked most times, he laid the bed always, He helped me trim my nails, and He was even the one who washed my underwears. Adeyanju had the heart of a child in love... How could I kill such a man? If Modesta had accused me of something else, it may not have had a huge effect on me, but killing Adeyanju was the height... I got to the third mainland bridge in Lagos. I had heard of how people jumped into the sea ... The moment I thought about it, I got a reply immediately in my Spirit... “You kill yourself, you end up in hell!” I parked my car and used the double pointer. I sat still thinking of what to do... Firstly, I removed Nonso’s engagement ring and threw it out of the car... “The Adegbile Sisters!” I reasoned quietly. “You made Modesta accuse me of killing my husband... You are both going to pay for this...!” My second phone started ringing... “Nonso!” I picked up and before he could say anything I said... “Nonso, forget the engagement. I just threw your ring out of the window. Tell Modesta, I have taken my hands off you and tell her, I didn’t kill my husband but the witches of Mororo did and it’s high time they paid for it! Bye Nonso!” I said as I ended the call.... With tears in my eyes, I blocked Nonso’s number from reaching me.... I checked the dashboard to see the level of my fuel. It was half full. I drove to a gas station and filled my tank up... “Mororo, here I come!” I said without knowing how my journey would lead to events that would launch me into the deep... |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:17pm On Oct 26, 2020 |
PART 14 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I must have driven half way to Mororo and it was getting very dark and my headlights were failing me, plus my sight was getting blurry. My parents and Nonso had been calling endlessly. Nonso was using my second line that the security had picked up. The rate at which they were calling, my battery would have been dead if not for the car charger. I was tempted to switch it off, but somehow I was restrained... My bladder was full and I needed to ease myself. I halted and got out. On returning to the car, I jumped back in fear at the sight of Bunmi in the passenger’s seat. “Jesus!” I screamed “That’s a powerful name!” Bunmi said “What are you doing in my car? I am not coming for you. I am coming for the Adegbile sisters!” “You should come into the vehicle so you don’t get hit by a vehicle. Though you are going to die very soon, it will be a pity if you die now and your family won’t get the privilege of finding your body!” With that I got into the vehicle... “Bunmi, what do you want from me?” “Adenike, what do you want from Mororo? You are not a child of the soil so I am wondering why you have such great interest in my village” Bunmi asked “The Adegbile sisters killed my husband and I must make them pay!” I said “How?” I didn’t have the answer to that question "I think as the only female child your parents had, It has affected your upbringing. You always act on impulse not thinking about the consequences of your actions... I came here just to give you one last chance... I know you are a good person and you don’t deserve so much unhappiness. Return back to your home, start a fresh life and Let Mororo be the way it is...” “I am sorry, I have come half way and I cannot turn back!” I said “The Adegbile sisters already know you are on your way and they will do everything to stop you!” “Nothing can stop me from getting to Mororo this night!” “You think so...” “I know so!” “Alright... Good luck!” Bunmi said as she disappeared from my car... I fired up the engine and increased my speed... After about 15 minutes of driving, an unknown number kept calling repeatedly... I had a strong urge to pick the call... “Hello..!” “Yes, Good Evening!” “My name is Musa from the Federal Road Safety Corps. An accident just happened along Lagos Ibadan Express road, and we saw the number as the last dialed number on the victim’s phone. We have checked the ID card on him, It reads Chinonso Arubayi .... He is presently in a comatose state as we have been able to revive him. He was dead as at the time we got to him, but he has been revived...Do you know him? “ “Ye..eee...sss” I said as I lost control of the wheels... My mind was all over the place... “The Adegbile sisters and Bunmi must have done this !” I thought silently “Are you there?” The FRSC official said “Yes ...” I said as I managed to park the vehicle. “I am with you, Nonso is my frie.. my fiancé, I believe he was trying to catch up with me.... I am four hours away from where you are. Please do everything you can do to save him. I will turn back and return to Lagos. Just keep me posted on the hospital you will be taking him... Please save his life, I cannot lose Nonso too!” I said as hot tears flowed, I got out of the vehicle in frustration, hitting the car and crying... “God, why would you keep watching evil prospering... Why? Why can’t you wipe these evil people from the surface of the earth? Why do the evil people call the shots?” I broke down in tears defeated. If I didn’t want to lose Nonso, I had better turn back. The Adegbile sisters and Bunmi had given me a sample of what they were capable of doing to my loved ones. With pain in my heart and pain all over my body from the hours of driving, I turned back. I got to Lagos teaching hospital hours later, in the early hours of the next morning. Nonso had been put in the ICU. The accident had dealt badly with him. My parents were there before I got there. Nonso had reached out to them after I mentioned Mororo. My father said Nonso had asked for the way to Mororo. My father said out of selfishness; with the hope that Nonso could convince me to return, he had given him the description to Mororo... Nonso’s aged mother was devastated! “God please, don’t let me lose Nonso, I can’t lose two men in one year...!” I prayed silently To be continued DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:17pm On Oct 26, 2020 |
PART 15 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde Three troubling days had passed. Nonso had shut down about four times but the timely intervention of the doctors restored him back to life. I refused leaving the hospital, I wanted to see to the end of the matter. I prayed all the prayers I knew how to pray. I didn’t mind sleeping on the bare cold floor of the hospital. I felt my presence at the hospital would not let the Adegbile sisters or Bunmi finish their evil assignment. “Adenike, you need to go freshen up!” My mother had said “I am fine” I said “No you are not! You are oozing...” “Mummy, I cannot leave here!” “No one is asking you to leave here, just take a 2 hours break. Go home, freshen up and return here. Your father and I have been doing that for three days, likewise Nonso’s mother and his siblings!” “Nonso’s mother lives just across the street!” “Adenike!” My mother said raising her voice and I honestly did not have the strength to argue... “Ok mum!” I left Nonso with my mum. My Dad had gone to the church, while Nonso’s mother had returned home. On getting home, I took the much needed bath and out of exhaustion, I laid on the bed. I woke up 5 hours later.. However, in the course of my much needed rest, I had a dream. I saw a land where I was a pastoring a church. The members were quite much. Suddenly, an odd religion surfaced and a man started referring to himself as the messiah... Some of my members started following the new religion because the man was doing strange miracles and wonders. Although the miracles were not lasting miracles, many still fell for it... Almost all the members of my church fell for the new religion and I kept asking... “Why is it so easy for these people to backslide? Why is it so easy for them to throw their belief in Christ away?” I woke up from the dream! The first thing I did was to check the time. On realizing I had slept for 5 hours, I dashed out of the house without giving my dream a second thought... ***** I walked to the ICU, my parents were not in sight and neither was Nonso on the bed anymore. My eyes were turning, I began to do a 360 turn looking for Nonso. And for the split of a second, I saw Nonso standing before me saying... “Adenike, I am sorry! I couldn’t fight it anymore” I tried to stretch my hands to him but my hands caught nothing... “Adenike!” I heard my Father’s voice like an echo... “Daddy, Where is Nonso?” I managed to ask but my Father’s response of silence said it all... I screamed so loud I knew the whole hospital would have heard me. I wanted to just die.... For days, I ate nothing. I cried all day in my room. I wanted to turn back the hands of time. I wanted to reverse back to that day, I made AdeYanju and I go to Mororo... I wanted to undo everything. On the fifth day after Nonso’s death, I was alone in my room when I had an open vision. I was seeing Mororo in plain sight... I saw the Adegbile sisters discussing... “Stupid girl, in her next life, she won’t dare the witches. This is Mororo, and it is under our guidance, Mororo must continually be in darkness and no light must come in...” I saw Seun in his Living room... “God, I think I will be leaving Mororo. I have wasted my years here, hoping you will prove that you are God and more powerful than Evil, but instead every one that comes here to liberate this town ends up losing their lives or the lives of their loved ones... Is there no salvation in you?” I saw the witch girl Adeyanju and I saw the first time we got into Mororo, sitting in the forest... “I thought they said you are more powerful than the witches, why are the witches winning the Christians... Will Mororo ever be free?” As I laid on my bed watching, I heard a voice loud and clear... “Who will go for me? Who will go liberate my people from the claws of evil?” “I will Lord! Please send me!” I said crying... I laid on the floor weeping and it all dawned on me... “If Mororo had received genuine salvation, they would have had the power to defeat the evil ones!” Two days later, I had packed my stuff after saying a short prayer... “Lord, use me for Mororo in Jesus name”. “I am ready to die and lose any member of my family for Mororo to be free!” I had resolved. **** “Adenike, Where to?” My father asked “Mororo! “ I answered “And my advice is that you avoid any form of unrighteousness so that you don’t become a prey of the enemy, because nothing is stopping me" “Are you crazy?” My mother said hysterically “Are you in your right senses!” My mother had jumped up at me “Solanke, Let her be!” My father ordered my mum... “Just one question, Adenike!” I nodded in response... “Do you have the Strength to conquer?” “I will not glory in my own Strength, God will give me the Strength I require!” I replied “Do you know that God enough for HIM to supply you that Spiritual Strength you need to Work for Him?” I didn’t understand my father’s question, but then he said... “Adenike, but the people who know their God shall be strong, and carry out great exploits. Dan 11:32 New Kings James Version. Adenike, you can only do exploits, if you have the Spiritual Strength that only comes from Knowing God! I was silent! “Adenike, I ask again, do you know God?” To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:34pm On Oct 26, 2020 |
PART 16 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde The question obviously didn’t need an answer. I obviously didn’t know God beyond what I have been taught in church. My knowledge of God was the general knowledge of Who God was; That He is the maker of Heaven & Earth and that He has a son named Jesus who died for our sins and through Him we have the access to eternal life... That was basically the knowledge I had and I had been recycling this knowledge since childhood. No genuine quest to know God intimately...I couldn’t boast of knowing a lot of scriptures. “Adenike, you are not answering me!” My father said bringing out of my world “I don’t know!” “You don’t know if you know God?” My father asked and I gave him no reply “Then you should know that you are not ready for this trip to Mororo!” “But God is sending me there, He asked who will go for Him?” “Adenike, I don’t deny that you are called, infact it is a good thing, but passion and zeal is not enough... Adenike!, My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge... Adenike, most of the people who have gone to Mororo were people who were passionate like you but they lacked the deep knowledge of God, hence they were destroyed!” “Adenike, I know I have my faults, I was carried away by the idea of having missionary churches like my other Pastor friends. You know it is always a thing of pride when we all gather at the Christian Fellowship of Nigeria and pastors boast about how many mission churches they have established. Also, having Mission churches was a way of making more money for the ministry. People donate a lot towards the mission churches, so after settling the Missionaries, the Church still has more than enough... So all of these got into me and I never bothered about the Spiritual Strength of the men I sent into the field. However, your involvement got me reevaluating myself... “Father! How can I know God, other than the way you have been teaching me?” “Knowing God is more than going to church and listening to what others are receiving from God, You need to also receive from God. Don’t be a third party Christian!” My father didn’t have to tell me to return my boxes to the room. I did voluntarily.. I sat on my bed for days not knowing how to start this journey of Knowing God... My Father must have noticed how uneasy and confused I was because he came to my room one evening... “Adenike, do you remember your best game as a child?” “Hide and seek!” I replied as there was no debate about it. “Your brothers gave you a tough time but you always had a way of outsmarting them!” I smiled remembering my younger days with my elder brothers... “Whenever your brothers hide, you made sure you searched everywhere till you found them. Why don’t you play that game again?” My father said I looked at my father very puzzled not getting his point.. “Fortunately in this case, I will tell you where to find your subject of interest...” “Dad, I don’t get you, who am I playing hide and seek with?” “You won’t be playing Hide and Seek this time around, but Seek and Find?” “Daddyyyyy!” I didn’t have the patience for my father’s riddles... “Whoever seeks me shall find me... I believe you have been trying to know Who God is, why don’t you seek Him, search for Him and I can assure you, you will find Him?” “Where? Where do I find God?” I asked Father took me by the hands and pulled me from the bed, Like a child whose father was going to show her where her brother was hiding, I followed. My Father opened the door to a room I hardly stepped into. My Father’s Library. It was a Large room filled with Different Translations Of Bible, Spiritual books by Spiritual Authors, Books by General Overseers, Books written by Great Men and Great Women of God, Biographies of Generals .... “Here you will Find Him!” Was all my father said as he left me in the room and Walked our... How was I going to find God in over 300 books and uncountable Bibles... I kept turning round with no idea of what to do with the books. After about 10 minutes of wondering what to do with the books... I randomly picked a book and sat on my Father’s Ancient study table... “God... It’s time to play Seek and Find...I am not leaving here until I find you!” To be continued.... To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:34pm On Oct 26, 2020 |
PART 17 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “What do you mean I cannot go to Mororo?” I asked my Father. It had been three months of digesting the Word. I had read the Bible front to Back. I was filled with the Holy Spirit. I had started hearing God and I knew without a doubt, God wanted me in Mororo. “Adenike, I know you have had a genuine encounter with God, but Knowing God and Passion is not yet enough. You still need one more thing?” “What?” I asked “We are going on a journey, when we get there, your question will be answered!” My father said and I smiled knowing my father was trying to give me a surprise. He probably was taking me to Mororo... “Pack a few clothes, we leave before daybreak tomorrow“ I couldn’t sleep all night as excitement was bubbling in me. I was ready to tear down the Shrine of the witches, the moment I got there... Very early the next morning, we started journeying east. That looked strange, because Mororo was not to the east... It was to the west. “Where are we going Dad?” “I am not going to sacrifice you like Abraham wanted to do with Isaac... Just be patient!” My father said laughing “Well, Adenike will snatch the knife from your hands and help you look for a ram fast!” I said joining my father in the laughter... We travelled for another three hours. I kept asking the HolySpirit for a clue and all I kept hearing was “FAITH”. We got to a Camp-like site. The gate opened on its own accord like it was remotely controlled. We drove in and my father drove straight down like he was familiar with the place... “Dad, where is this place?” “Where I should have brought you a long time ago...” My father said and I noticed a change in his countenance. “What are you talking about?” I asked him as I saw that look I never liked seeing on him... “Get down Adenike!” My father said with disgust in his voice... “Captain!” My father shouted and a tall, slightly middle aged man in a military uniform stepped out of a tent... He looked very fierce. Other fierce looking soldiers both male and female came out of other places... “Ha! Pastor... You are here!” The man who appeared to be the Captain answered... “Yes, I have brought her!” The man walked to the vehicle where I sat frozen “Where is she?” “That’s her!” “You mean this is your daughter that you want us to deal with? She is far from a girl, she is a woman... We don’t need to torture her into reasoning with you! “ He said “She is a stubborn girl!” I heard my father refer to me... “Dad, what is going on her...” I was saying but unfortunately I couldn’t complete my question because the man had given me a very hot slap... “When elders are talking, you don’t interrupt!” He said This man couldn’t be more than 8-10 years older than I was. In response to the shocking slap, I almost said the wrong words, but the Spirit of God cautioned me.. “Three days...?” I heard my father saying... “I am having a rethink, seems your mature daughter will be a hard one..” “Take all the time you want, All I want is for you to get her to stop thinking about that Village. I thought 3 months away from there will make her forget the place, but no she wants to return there..!” “Don’t worry Pastor, by the time you come back for her, Mororo will be a far thought for her.. Still waiting for you to credit my account, though...” “Done that this morning!” My father replied “Probably it’s the network!” He replied “Should be, you are far away from civilization!” My father joked... “Dad, why are you doing this to me...God wants me to go to Mororo and you cannot stop it!” The Captain walked towards me... “I will ask you this question a few times, If your answer remains the same, then I might have a rethink! Do you really want to go to Mororo?” The captain asked “Yes!” I said with a strong voice and with that I got another hot slap across my face. “Do you still want to go to Mororo?” He asked again This time around I didn’t give a reply because I didn’t want another slap across my face... “I guessed as much, Pastor, Silence they say is consent, your daughter has no intentions on going back to Mororo, and you can take her back home!” “I am going to Mororo!” I said affirmatively “Captain, you see, you can’t easily make her change her mind!” My father said disappointedly “She will change her mind Pastor... That is what I am known for, helping rebellious children have some sense” He said to my father. “Silver! “ He called one of the soldiers “Yes Captain!” Silver replied “Take her to where she deserves to be...!”Captain said to Silver “Daddy, why are you doing this, I made a vow to God to work for Him and I told you, you didn’t oppose it, instead you told me to get closer to God, which I did, but now you are trying to stop me... Daddy, if I don’t fulfill this vow, the punishment will be on your head, go and read Numbers 30...” I said with tears The soldiers came towards me and handcuffed me. I watched my father shaking hands with the captain... Three days! I remembered the captain had told him I would change my mind before my father would pick me up... “Why don’t you lie that you won’t be going to Mororo anymore and once you are out of here, you run away to Mororo!” An inward voice said to me... I stopped in my tracks and turned, I looked at my father and the captain. I was about to tell my father I won’t be going to Mororo again, but right there a scripture dropped in my heart.... My months of reading the Scriptures made scriptures drop in my heart anytime I was faced with a situation... The scripture was... "If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters--yes, even their own life--such a person cannot be my disciple.” “Are you ready to change your mind and follow your father?” Captain asked on seeing that I turned back “No! I have an assignment in Mororo and no matter how long you keep me here, the moment I get out I will go there...” My Father and Captain were shocked at my response...The Captain patted my father on the shoulder... “I have handled tougher ones, the person who recommended me, must have told you I don’t fail...” With that I watched my father get into his car and drove off...Tears dropped from my eyes as I said silently to God. “God! Do I have to face all of these, because I want to serve you?” I groaned silently “First things First... this was not part of what I discussed with your father, but your body looks like it needs some manly torturing... I heard you are a widow, must have been a very long time... Silver take her to my room!” “Yes Captain!” “No, please don’t defile me!” I begged but he didn’t pay attention to my pleas.. “Why has my father allowed the devil to use him against me!” I cried inwardly as the fear of the fierce looking man forcefully sleeping with me was overwhelming.... To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:45pm On Oct 27, 2020 |
PART 18 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I sat on the bare floor under the tent I was kept. My left hand had been cuffed to one of the iron rod that held the tent in place. I couldn’t wrap my head around the thought that my father brought me to that terrible place. “God What is happening?” I meditated for hours. Much later, very late into the night, I was lying on the wrapper that had been provided for me on the floor, when I suddenly started hearing approaching footsteps... “The Captain!” The Spirit of God told me... I jumped up and sat up crossing my legs... “I have been busy... I am here for what I said earlier!” He said “Please don’t defile me...!” Captain didn’t listen as he forced himself in to me.... ***** “Hey!, Hey! Wake up!” I heard someone whispering... I woke up from my nap... I looked around and I realized the rape incident was a dream. “Thank God! It was a dream!” I said breathing out... “What dream?” The man who had woken me up asked “Never mind! “ I said “I sneaked to bring you this food, you should eat fast!” “Thank you! “ I looked at him unsure of why he was helping me. “Will Captain carry out his threat of raping me?” I asked Him “If you stay longer, I cannot assure you that Captain won’t carry out his threat! My advice is you get out of here fast!” “But that is impossible, I have been handcuffed!” “Then tell him what he wants to hear!” “Which is!” “That you have reconsidered your intentions of going to Mororo!” “I can’t do that because I am under a vow! I have promised God and I can’t just go back and say I am no longer interested. God takes our vows seriously!” “Hmm.. Well I hope you are alive to go back there..” We both heard another approaching footstep... “Captain!” The soldier said in fear, he quickly packed the food I was about to eat and disappeared. Fear gripped my heart as I was afraid my dream was about to become real. The moment captain got into the tent, I laid down on the floor, worshiping God and praising Him at the top of my voice.... “What is the meaning of this?” Captain said and without Mercy he turned me facing up with the intention of rape. At that same instance, the young soldier who had brought me food earlier came in and pushed him off me... “Captain, stop this!” The young man said Captain fell to the floor and you should have seen the unbelief in his eyes... "Reme, what did you just do?" Captain asked "I am sorry Captain, forgive me, I don't know what came over me..." "Really? Well I will help you!" He said and called out for silver... Silver rushed in... "Yes Captain!" "Silver, Reme pushed me because he wanted to defend this thing, and he said he didn't know what came over him, help him check his brain if it is still functioning well, if not relieve him of the pressure of carrying such a heavy load on his shoulders...." Captain said "Captain please I am sorry, please captain..." Reme pleaded as he was dragged out. I also tried pleading but Captain shut me up with a slap... "Silver, please don't cut off my head!" I heard Reme pleading. I couldn't see him anymore but I sensed fear in his voice. All of a sudden, I couldn't hear his voice anymore after a slashing sound... " I think you are jinxed, your husband died because of you, I also heard your recent boyfriend died because of you, now Reme has killed himself because of you, well I am smarter, I won't sleep with you and die! But I give you the next 3 hours to tell me you are not going to Mororo anymore so I know i can get let your jinxed self out of here. Be ready to sign the papers." With that Captain left, and I was in between shock, gratitude and pain that Reme had to died... I wept sore and started reconsidering my stand.. To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:45pm On Oct 27, 2020 |
PART 19 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde The next two days were worse than the first day in terms of the slaps I got from Captain. Whenever I told him I was still interested in going to Mororo, he would give me a hot slap. I wasn’t given food to eat. By the third day, I started screaming for God’s Help... I was at the brink of saying the wrong words to God, but whenever I was at that point, different scriptures will rise up within me, which made the scripture Psm 119:11 very real to me... “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee” God’s Word I had eaten in the past three months was a defense in my Spirit. On the third day, the lady who takes me to the makeshift rest room came to the tent where I was lying on the floor... “Hello...” She said but I did not have the strength to give a reply... “Your father will be here soon, Captain has not received your father’s money so he went to the bank in the city to confirm if your father has made the transfer.” She said I still maintained my silence... “He told me I should take you to where you will take your bath in case you have decided to go back on your stand.” I refused to say anything.., “Adenike or whatever your name is, you are only punishing yourself, be smart about this, Keep this Mororo vision for a later time, maybe Five years from now. Tell your father you are no more interested and Captain will release you. Return home, stay with them for a year or so and then relocate to another state, pretend like you want to start a new life. Let your parents visit you in the new place and after another two years or so, you go to this Mororo you are passionate about... This is the wisdom you need! “Ok...” I managed to say! Her idea was a good one. It was a good compromise and I felt I could deceive my parents for a while and later when I gain my independence, return to Mororo. “You will do what I just said?” She asked very excited and I nodded... “Oh thank Goodness, at least you can have something to eat soon! My Goodness! You are one tough girl though! She removed the handcuff from the iron rod but did not remove it from my hand as usual. She helped me get up and together we walked toward the makeshift toilet/bathroom. “Let me get you water and soap” she said compassionately.. “Thanks, but can you take this hand cuff off, so I can wash my body well...” I said to her... “I am sorry, Captain did not give me the instruction to that, you just have to bear the discomfort till your father comes around. Since you have agreed to go back home, the discomfort you are feeling will soon be over.” “Ok thank you! “ I said as I stood waiting for her to get me water... On bringing the water, she realized the soap was in her tent! She rushed off to her tent and I heard ... “Run!” I turned around to see who spoke, but there was no one... I heard the voice again saying with all urgency. I looked and saw a pathway to my right. I didn’t know where the Strength came from, I raced off... **** I know I was running through bushes but I didn’t know where I was headed....It was getting late and I had not yet seen a main road. “God lead me out of here please!” I screamed out loud with tears pouring out of eyes. I was hungry and tired. The hand cuff on my hand was hurting me terribly.. I decided to take a short rest by sitting on the floor. The moment I sat, something heavy dropped on me. On impulse I had closed my eyes, so on opening them I realized I was trapped in a big net. “What?” I literally screamed... “Where was I and whose net was this? To be continued…….. To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:24pm On Oct 29, 2020 |
PART 20 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I tried getting out of the net but all to no avail... “Who is there?” I heard a voice say from the distance... “Please help! My name is Adenike and I missed my way!” I said The person shone the torch on me... “The Peleta’s net!” The man said “What?” “You have been trapped by the Peleta’s net...” “Yes sir! I don’t know the name of the net, but I am in it!” I said to the strange man... ”If you stay in that net for the next 2 hours, you will be dead. The Peleta net is a strangulating net, it will be keep shrinking till it strangulates you!” He said “Ok!” I said hoping he would come closer and help me out...”Are you not going to help me?” “I have to be sure of my safety first before trying to save you, that’s how it should work!” He said as I saw him shining his torch around himself. “The Peleta people do not come out to fight their invaders, they made these nets as a way of defending themselves...It is a shrinking net soaked in poison.” He said as he carefully walked towards me... “There could be 1000 nets scattered around here, but to escape them, you need to walk in circles” He said and that made me understand why he walking in circles towards me. On getting close to me, I thought he would help cut the net, but instead he stretched a short knife towards me. “Once you cut through, walk in circles towards where I am ...” He said as he walked back in circles forming the infinity sign till he got to a far distance... I cut the net successfully and the moment the net fell off...I noticed another one was about to drop on me, I jumped from the net and landed on a new surface, and as swift as a deer, I walked in circles till I got to where the stranger was... “A very good one I must say....!” The stranger said “Thank you! But I don’t how I did that! That must have been God!” I said “Hmmm...!” He said “So what are you doing here? And are a Peleta person! Besides, who are the Peleta people... Never heard of them!” I said “Come this way!” He said I followed him towards the right and as we kept walking, I started hearing drum sounds... A certain amount of illumination was coming from underground...By the time we moved further, I realized we were on top of a hill and a large expanse of land laid on the ground below. A strange looking people in hundreds filled up the land! “That would have been you tomorrow morning if I had not rescued you tonight!” He said to me as he pointed to a roasted looking animal. Like the stranger heard my thought, He said.... “It’s not an animal, but a very unwise human like you!” “What?” “His name was Robert Schwartz!” “Robert Schwartz!” The name rang a bell, but I couldn’t tell from where I heard the name... “Yes, an unwise missionary!” With that he looked straight into my eyes with a terrifying hurting look... “The painful thing is that, he didn’t die alone, he wasted the lives of his wife and children.” I saw another set of people roasting two children and a woman and they ate their bodies like barbecue. “Oh My God! I thought God was meant to protect His missionaries, why this?” I said in pain. A pain I felt so dearly, because of what I had just faced recently in the hands of Captain... “God will never stop a stupid man from going to a mission field, but God will empower and encourage a wise man on the mission field!” “What differentiates a wise man or a foolish one on the mission field?” “Get back to Captain and he will tell you more!” “Captain?” I asked and on looking intently at the stranger, he fizzled away like a feather.... I stood shocked on the same spot! I just saw An angel? I looked down and the Peleta people were no longer there... The night had turned to day like a passage of time happened right in front of me... “Captain?” The Stranger was asking me to go back to Captain. Everything was looking all complicated and I went blank To be continued …. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:25pm On Oct 29, 2020 |
PART 21 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde Adenike! Adenike! Wake up! I said go back to Captain!” I heard the Stranger’s voice...I opened my eyes but I couldn’t see him anymore... “Stand up and turn to the left!” I heard His voice say to me... I wondered silently who the stranger was as I stood up and followed his direction... Hebrews 1 came expressly to my heart... “Ministering Angels!” “Oh!” It dawned on me quickly... “Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” Hebrews 1: 14 “Turn right and keep walking straight ahead!” I obeyed quietly and then the voice clicked... it was the same voice that told me to Run! Why did the voice tell me to run from Captain’s place in the first instance and now, he is asking me to return to him... I was ruminating over this, for the next few minutes. I was so deep in my thoughts I didn’t know I was already at Captain’s camp. “So quick!” I said to myself “She’s back!” The lady from whom I escaped shouted....”Thank you Jesus! Thank you Lord!” She said I saw Captain give a sigh of relief....and gently he said... “I told you she will be back... God told me she would be back!” “Adenike! I am sorry, I am sorry for doing this to you! I thought this would prepare you adequately for your trip to Mororo. I didn’t know he wasn’t capable of protecting you while doing his job!” My father was saying... “His Job?” I was lost especially hearing Captain and the Lady calling God and Jesus! “My name is Tunde Sword, a one-time missionary who lost his wife and three daughters to mission work to the Peleta people. After I lost my family, I went back to God and through that I found healing and wisdom. After 5 years of training under God, I went back to Peleta and won the town for God! After that victory, the Lord gave me this new assignment...Training the missionaries to be...!” Captain said and I looked from him to my father and back to him... “Are you trying to tell me, all you have been doing to me for the past few days has been me under training?” I asked hoping I was wrong... “Yes!” “I know how strong willed you are and I knew if I told you to attend a missionary training in a bush, you wouldn’t agree!” My father said “That was why I told him you need to pass the first stage of convincing me that you are sold out for the mission work!” Captain said... “Other students do not go through this phase, because they come into the academy willingly and know what they are getting into, but your case was different!” “So did I pass the test?” I asked “Unfortunately No!, you bailed at the last minute. Grace told me you accepted her advice of deceiving us...” “But that was after 3 days...!” I said “It doesn’t matter how long you have stood for the Lord on the mission field, one minute of going back on your stand can end you in the grave... The mission field is not for the faint at heart... Our anchor scripture which is the first lecture you ought to receive here is Luke 9:62 where Jesus said, "No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God. So I am sorry to say this Madam Adenike, for facing three days of mild persecution and backing out at the last minute, I will advise you forget this journey to Mororo, because you will face worse persecution... “What persecution could be harder than losing my husband and my fiancé?” “Which could have been avoided if you went about things the right way! I lost my family because I was stupidly headstrong and unprepared like you!” Captain retorted... “Mr. Tunde, Please that is why I brought her here for you to prepare her for the mission field!” My father said, I could see the love and fear in his eyes. He didn’t want to lose me... “She is not ready!” Captain who I just realized was Tunde sword said. “She is!” My father said “Is she?” Tunde sword replied looking straight at me... “I am!” I said finally “Are you? Are you ready to stay in this Bush for 6 months without seeing any member of your family? Are you ready to eat only once a day? Are you ready to pray for 7 hours every day? Are you ready to....?” To be continued... To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 7:04pm On Oct 30, 2020 |
PART 22 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “I am ready!” I said If I knew what those words meant for Tunde Sword, I won’t have said “Yes” in a hurry. Maybe I would have returned home first, recovered from the pain of the past few days before starting the real missionary training... I was given a new tent that had a bit of comfort in it. A bed was there, a cupboard for my clothes and books that had been stacked in there, a solar powered Fan. I noticed everything there was solar powered. Reme! Yes Reme was not dead, it was all part of the plan! When I saw him, I was so joyful... “I am not dead!” He said smiling “Obviously!” I replied “I am Remilekun Ayoade!” He stretched his hands towards me and his smile was peaceful. I was happy he really did not die on my account! “And I am Adenike Badmus!” I said returning his smile... “So how long have you been here?” “Three awesome months!” He said “Awesome... can anything be awesome about this place?” I said raising my left eyebrow “Sure, just give yourself 3 weeks and you will be glad you stayed!” “Let’s hope so, I am glad you didn’t die!” I said and with that I gave him a hug... “Hmmm....” Mr. Tunde Sword (Captain) cleared his throat from behind us... “Remilekun, you should have told her that is not allowed here!” Tunde said... “We are not doing anything!” I said in defense “Rule 5. No falling in love, no romance, and no hugging or any other sexual act is permitted on the camp between opposite sex!” Tunde sword said “Yes Sir!” I said as Remilekun smiled. I had just been given a second chance and I wasn’t ready “I am sorry, Brother Tunde!” Remilekun said... **************** “Most Missionaries go into their mission fields foolishly carrying the banner of the Lord so high from the gate of the village. They make their intentions so visible that the evil powers in the village already see them as a threat!” Tunde Sword said in the first lecture... “Which has been the mistake of most African missionaries!” He continued “Missionaries will always be a threat to the evil powers of a village!” I said as I was a student who liked to question my teacher’s every statement... “Yes, you are right but in every town, city, or village, there are powers that be, there are human agents in charge of the place, you don’t enter a place with boldness to rid them of that power” At this point, I kept quiet because he was beginning to make sense! “There are Lions in the Land, which if you go headstrong against, you will be devoured by that lion, but if you stay above the ground probably in a tree and throw down a net or let down an iron cage over the Lion, you would have captured the Lion. This reminds me of the Peleta people...!” He was saying... “Peleta people? The stranger I met in the bush showed me the Peleta people yesterday...!” I said “Yesterday? Peleta people? Where?” Captain said very confused “In the bush...” “Peleta is not in our country, it is far away in one of the eastern nations, which will take you a month of travelling by foot and you were only gone for about 25 minutes yesterday” Captain said 25 minutes!” I asked not believing what I was listening to... “Yes!” I narrated all that I experienced with the Stranger and I was most shocked to realize I was only gone for 25 minutes. “That must have been the Angel of God... Adenike, when I was going to Peleta as a young missionary, I had sent a letter informing the king we were coming to run the land through fire! That was our great undoing. The Peleta people had put in place their special net for capturing invaders. I was not wise enough, I went with my kids and wife, we were captured and right before me, my family was burnt to ashes...” “Jesus!” I exclaimed “They let me go saying I should go tell others that Peleta was not a land for my God!” “Hmmm, so are you saying it is wrong to go into a mission field with the full intention of evangelizing as an obvious front! I asked “Exactly!” “So how do you reach out to them?” “That is your first assignment? Adenike, how do you think you should have reached out to the Mororo people and won them over to God without carrying your Bible and proclaiming Jesus as Lord from the gate of the Land?” Tunde Sword asked me. In all my years of being called a super smart girl, I have never experienced a blank period where I became lost of ideas or inspiration... “Sir, are you saying we could lie about our intentions as missionaries?” I asked very confused “Did I say that?” He asked sheepishly " Sir, you said we should not tell them the truth about our intentions, but we need to tell them something, if we don’t say the truth, then we will have to say the lie, which I think is a form of unrighteousness and I don’t think the seed of unrighteousness can produce righteousness in the land of a Mororo!” I said not caring what my missionary teacher believed.... Everywhere went silent and Tunde Sword smiled and shook his head.... “I never said you should lie but you will have to not tell the main truth, but another kind of truth!” Tunde Sword said and honestly I was confused... “What is this man saying?” I questioned within To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 7:06pm On Oct 30, 2020 |
PART 23 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde The task that had been given to me was knocking my brain out. I kept wondering what the other truth I had to present to Mororo instead of the real truth of Evangelism was... Mr. Tunde Sword said I couldn’t attend another lecture unless I had resolved that. I was blank. I kept roaming around the premises.... “I hope you have asked the Holy Spirit?” Remilekun said to me during lunch which was the only meal we had every day. “Hmm...!” It didn’t occur to me to ask Him. I believed it was an assignment I needed to task my brain on... “Adenike, on this missionary journey, you need the Holy Spirit on your side. It will make life easier for you! The Holy Spirit is the best friend a missionary can have!” Remilekun said to me The Holy Spirit! Throughout that day, all that was on my lips was “Holy Spirit, What is the other truth I need to present to Mororo people?. I got nothing until much later at night when I sat down to study the Word... I heard in my Spirit “When Samuel was instructed to anoint David....” I didn’t know what that meant, so I searched my Bible to find out where exactly that portion of scripture was.... 1 Samuel 16! I found it... “1. The Lord said to Samuel, “How long will you mourn for Saul, since I have rejected him as king over Israel? Fill your horn with oil and be on your way; I am sending you to Jesse of Bethlehem. I have chosen one of his sons to be king.” 2 But Samuel said, “How can I go? If Saul hears about it, he will kill me.” The Lord said, “Take a heifer with you and say, ‘I have come to sacrifice to the Lord.’ 3 Invite Jesse to the sacrifice, and I will show you what to do. You are to anoint for me the one I indicate.” “Stop!” I heard the Holy Spirit say to me... “Stop?” I wondered why.... I sat down quietly wondering the lesson God wanted me to pick from these short 3 verses.... “When God sent Samuel on the assignment to anoint David, Samuel was wise enough to know that there was a ruling King already in place which was Saul. He knew he couldn’t enter the town where there was a ruling king on the throne and in the same town anoint a new one! He knew his head will go for it, though he was a servant of God!” I heard a voice saying to me “Samuel expressed his fear to God in verse two saying “How can I go? If Saul hears about it, he will kill me.” The voice continued “God knew Samuel could be killed truly, so he gave him a way out!” I was beginning to understand where the Holy Spirit was driving towards... I was very much like Samuel, but just like Saul, there were ruling powers like the priestess of Mororo and the Adegbile sisters ruling Mororo. “So, Just like Tunde said to you, you need to divert the attention of the ruling power from your main assignment. God told Samuel to divert the attention of Saul to another assignment he was coming to do in the land...God told Samuel to Take a heifer with him and say, He had come to sacrifice to the Lord. As a disguise, while carrying out the secondary assignment, God told him to invite Jesse; David ‘s father to the sacrifice, which invariably will create the avenue for Samuel to see his son David and anoint him...” I jumped from my bed and I started screaming out loud from my room... I couldn’t contain my respect for God! God is too wise and too deep...God is a master strategist.... My screaming had brought everyone to my room... “I got it, I just got what you were trying to let me know! The Holy Spirit just made me understand it....I don’t have to go to Mororo letting them know that I came to preach the gospel, rather I go there under a guise and in the process still achieve my main reason for going there just like Samuel did when he wanted to anoint David as King!... Unlike me, Samuel was not stupid to anoint another King publicly while one was on the throne, but with God’s instruction, he went under the guise of offering a sacrifice to God and inviting Jesse’s family to the sacrifice. Anointing someone during a sacrifice won’t have been out of place, people would term it as just a normal spiritual exercise, but if Samuel had just entered the land straight and anointed David, people would have questioned what was special about David. Saul would have heard about it and probably called Samuel asking questions, and since Samuel would not be able to tell a lie, he would have said the truth. Saul would have gotten enraged and probably killed Samuel. Mr. Tunde Sword, this is where we missionaries miss it, we go straight into the land trying to unseat the ruling dark power and in the process, we get killed, meanwhile we could have been tactical about it, presenting a guise that will hide our real intention and save our head.” I said excitedly like a very smart student. I expected Tunde Sword to give me a round of applause but he smiled and said.... “So what will be your guise?” Tunde Sword asked out of the blues... Like a deflated balloon, I went clueless again... I had solved the Part A of the assignment, I was in the Part B already... “Well... I don’t know ....” I was saying when Tunde Sword cut in.... “Come join the class!!!” To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by Zara20(f): 1:34pm On Oct 31, 2020 |
hmm....quite inspiring bnd motivating...more grace blvd 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:10pm On Nov 02, 2020 |
PART 24 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde That night was the highly expository for me. “Adenike, you really surprised me and I am really pleased. It is highly commendable that what usually takes people about one week to achieve, took you less than 24 hours to get a hang of it. I am really impressed and that’s why you have moved into your next level of this training within a short period of time!” Tunde Sword said when we settled back into the class. “Like I asked you Adenike earlier, what is going to be your guise?” He asked as we sat on the carpet in the makeshift classroom under the tent. “I really don’t know Sir, I guess I will have to ask the Holy Spirit about it!” I said casting a thank You glance at Remilekun who returned the knowing smile.... “Great! Then let me help you with a tip.” Tunde Sword said and immediately I paid rapt attention. “Most missionaries of old went to the mission field under different guises. Some came under the guise of helping the villagers, some came as doctors, some as teachers. In this present age, Wise Missionaries go into foreign Nations presenting aids, grants, Free Medical treatment, and scholarships as their guises before preaching Christ to the people. They present the gospel of love and help to the people first and when the people get comfortable with them, then they present the man behind the hand of love they have shown them.” Tunde Sword said to me “Adenike, tell me what would be the hand of love that you will stretch to the people of Mororo, there has to be something that will take you there that will make the people open their doors to you.” Mr. Tunde Sword said “I really can’t say but like I said earlier, I will pray about it because I don’t think education will work; the Mororo people are quite educated, they are just backward in their thinking, and besides the cloud of wickedness in that land is not permitting the rain of blessing to drop on the land. I can’t also consider free medical treatment as I’m not a doctor or neither do I have a doctor who will be willing to go to Mororo village. Neither do I have money to give the Mororo people, so Mr. Tunde I am very blank but I guess I’ll just sleep over it...”I said as I didn’t know what next to do. I stood up to return to my room, I had learnt the way of the training camp, the moment you can’t answer a question, you had to leave the class and think through… Remi came to my tent at night, asking me to step out for some fresh air. “So, any luck? Remi asked me and I shook my head in the negative “As your good friend, let me help you out” Remi Said and for the split of a second, something tucked at my heart… “Aww that is so nice of you” I said and there was a brief moment of silence. “Adenike, you need to pray the prayer of Enquiry asking God what the Mororo people really need, that way you’ll be able to present to them what they really need” I kept ruminating over it for about three days, I kept asking the Holy Spirit as to What the Mororo people needed. Fast forward 5 days later, I walked up to Remi and I told him “ Remi, I really don’t know what to do I’ve been trying to wrack my brain as to what Mororo people need and the only thing I know they really need is actually Jesus and here we are , we can’t take Jesus to them directly so I am really out of ideas …..´I said very confused.” “Adenike, I really should not be giving you expos, there is something about you that reminds me of my younger sister” Remi said laughing and I gave him my puppy eye look I usually gave to my elder brothers whenever I wanted something from them… “I know that look” Remi said laughing “OK, just a hint, in getting to know what the people need, you will have to do a background research as to who these people are, their past, their history, and what makes them tick.” Remi said “Remi, how do you expect me to do a research in this bush where there’s no Internet facility?” I asked Remi smiled and said “I am not speaking about a physical research, before going into a mission field, Mr. Tunde Sword, says you have to do your Spiritual research.” “Really?” I didn’t know Missionary work demands research… “Remi, where is your mission field? And what Spiritual research did you carry out on the people? “I asked wanting to learn by example “My mission field is in the far north, the Kulewa village. My Pastor received the mandate from God to establish a branch there for Him, and I volunteered for the work, but my Pastor who is a very thorough person said I couldn’t go there without adequate training and spirituality. When I got to this point of enquiry you are presently at, the Lord revealed to me what my guise could be… To be continued DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:10pm On Nov 02, 2020 |
PART 25 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Right from the gate of Kulewa village, you will be asked if you are a Christian and have come to evangelize, if your answer is positive, you will be immediately turned back.” “So what is your guise, I mean what are you planning to use as your cover?” I asked Remi “After praying the Prayer of Enquiry, I had a revelation of the Kulewa village, I noticed the land was a dry land where it was hard to plant food for people to eat. On waking up, I narrated the revelation to Mr. Tunde who went to the city to do a physical research, for a fact he actually discovered, the Kulewa people had agricultural problem: their ground was hard and therefore could not arm on it. They bought food from neighboring villages…” “Ok?” I asked “Fortunately for me, my elder brother studied agricultural science, and just last week, Tunde Sword gave me a one week Pass to meet with him. I told my brother about my vision to help the Kulewa people with Agriculture and the dry and hard soil restrain. With his expertise, experience and Research, we have found a solution to their agricultural issue.” “Which is?” I asked “Rooftop farming? Remi answered “Really? What is that? “Rooftop farming is the type of agricultural farming done on the roof of the house, so since the Kulewa ground is very hard, we will introduced rooftop farming to them, help them kick start it and after helping them within a year, having gained their love and trust, I will introduce Christ to them…” Remi said excitedly Wow! This is a great plan. It will definitely work out well…But since you have your game plan, what are you still doing here?” “Tunde Sword has not released me, I guess there are still quite a lot I need to learn” He replied “Are the Peleta people saved now?” I asked wanting to know more about Tunde Sword. “Yes, Tunde Sword said he returned to Peleta much later with his guise. The Peleta people did not recognize him as previously he had only spent a day, the same day his family was burnt to Ashes. He said God had revealed to him, that a strong curse was upon the women of Peleta, which he later confirmed, they mostly found it hard to conceive, and when they get pregnant, they mostly died after delivery. Tunde Sword said he approached a lot of Health foundations, who agreed to go with Him, and help the women as regards conception, medically, it was discovered that most of the women had fibroid, and high blood pressure during pregnancy… All these did the health foundations help the Peleta people with, it was through this, Tunde Sword became friends with the King of Peleta. Gradually, Tunde Sword Preached Christ to him and revealed His identity as the missionary that got his wife and children killed some years back. This was what got the King and the People of Peleta emotional: the fact that he still showed them love despite being the people that killed his family. The Peleta people decide to serve the God of Tunde Sword. Tunde Sword said they even gave him 5 women for free as a compensation for his wife and children” Remi said laughing… “Wow, it really takes genuine love for God to go back to a mission field where you have been hurt.” “Love for souls, Love of God… Another topic Tunde Sword will take you through” Remi said smiling “Hmmm…. Remilekun and Adenike, it is late, you should both retire to your tents…” We heard Tunde Sword say from a distance…. As I looked at him Pitifully, I heard in my Spirit... “You will make all his pain go away” To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O. Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 9:11pm On Nov 02, 2020 |
PART 26 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde I laid on my bed that night praying in my heart that the Lord would reveal to me, the need of Mororo. ******************** I saw an angry looking man going towards a big river. He was dressed like an ancient warrior. He was tall and very huge…he was sweating profusely. On getting to the bank of the water, he started shouting loud and clear… “River goddess, why is it that you have refused to assist me in my wars? Ever since I became the Balogun (Chief Warrior) of this village, I have not won any battle.” He said A mermaid figure came out of the water and spoke to him… “I can’t show my full support for you since, you have refused to enter a covenant with me… “What you are asking for in other to bind this covenant is beyond me, you are asking that I dedicate my entire lineage to the worship of you, but I am afraid of what the future holds. What If some of them decide to worship other gods or the women in my generation get married to men who worship other gods, won’t you get angry and destroy them? Can’t you enter the covenant with me alone?” The river goddess got angry and returned back into the river… “Goddess, please come back…”the man said… but the goddess didn’t pay attention ****************** The warrior was seated with a friend over a bowl of palm wine. The friend was drinking the palm wine but it was written all over the warrior that he was unhappy… “My friend, enjoy your life and stop thinking about the unborn generation, they will sort themselves out just the way you are sorting yourself out. Enter the agreement with the river goddess and be the most powerful man on earth. Do you know what it means for the river goddess to back you up? “ The warrior looked at his friend, reasoning out what he was saying… ******************* “I have accepted your offer!” the warrior said at the bank of the river. The river goddess came out of the river very happy. “Morire, you will be the most powerful man in this area, and when men and women hear your voice or your name, they will tremble in fear. I change your name to “Morooro” {I am Wicked}. You will win all the battles you ever go to… you shall be wicked, and not show Mercy. The water from this river will serve as what binds us together, as long as your people drink the water from this river, they will forever be dedicated to me, and no people will be able to defeat them. I will protect your people and a day will come that this village will be named after you, I will give you immeasurable power, wealth and your fear will be in the hearts of people. You shall be my beloved and I will be your beloved, so shall it be between our offsprings…” The goddess said as she stretched her scepter to him transferring a dark flame into him… She swam towards him and stood on her mermaid tail, she kissed the warrior. Right there by the bank of the river, she copulated with the warrior. **************** I woke up very frightened from that dream… The name Mororo Village must have been named after the wicked warrior named Morooro. He had entered a covenant with the river goddess and that explains why the people of Mororo were wicked and under the full influence of evil. How was I going to save the innocent lineage of the warrior, including Seun’s wife, the Priestess of Mororo? They were only victims of a wicked forefather… To be continued 1 Like |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:36pm On Nov 04, 2020 |
PART 27 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Congratulations! Adenike the lord has shown you the problem and the solution of Mororo. The water they drink daily, washing their clothes, bathing is their undoing. “What do you suggest I do then? I can’t stop them from drinking water from their only water source!” I said “You May be right! Why don’t you take some time to think through it and pray, you might be surprised what God would impress upon your heart...?” Tunde Sword Said... For days I prayed and ruminated over it and I couldn’t come up with a solution. Remi was becoming neck deep in his Rooftop farming strategy. He was leaving the camp more frequently. I was not very friendly with the other two ladies on the camp, we were just acquaintances. I walked up to Tunde Sword after few weeks frustrated because I didn’t know what to do with the information I had... “Can’t we organize a deliverance session for that river and cast out the goddess from the river!” Tunde Sword laughed!!! “Adenike, we are trying to be discreet and you want us to go organize a deliverance session for the river!!! Think about something else!” “Something else! “ Like the sudden appearance of light, the idea dropped... “Clean Water, Distilled water, Bottle water!” I heard in my Spirit... “I think I have it Mr. Tunde!” I said very excited “While I was in Mororo, one of the problem I had was the fact that the water was not clean. While coming to Mororo the church had given us enough bottle water to last us a Month. So I am thinking we can go in as a non-profit organization that helps communities to get clean water so as to reduce the death toll in the villages.” Tunde Sword gave me a round of applause... “That way you divert their attention from the river water. Then when they are no longer giving that water much attention we can do that deliverance you suggested!” “But how can I get the money to buy the large number of bottle water to cater for the whole of Mororo for minimum of 6 months...?” “We have the Strategy, let’s tender it before God, if He approves it, He will make a way!” “Ok, thank you so much!” I said as I rushed to give him a hug. I was used to hugging men, as the only girl child, I grew up hugging my brothers and I didn’t know how to relate with ladies. Tunde Sword froze in my arms. Like my touch sent a wave through his spine... “I am sorry! Forgive me Mr. Tunde, I grew up among boys, so I don’t have an issue with hugging men!” I said in defense... It took him a while before he could answer, as he was staring at me like he just saw a ghost! “It’s okay!” Was all he said as he walked to his tent quietly? I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. The next day was quiet strange, he deliberately avoided me! The day after, I walked up to his tent very early. I wanted to know what I had done wrong other than hugging him, but as I stepped close to his tent, I heard him speaking to someone. I wanted to turn away but instead he called me back! “Adenike! “ “I am sorry, I can come back!” “Please come in!” I reluctantly walked in but was surprised to find the room empty. Mr. Tunde had a picture frame in his hand... “You remind me of her!” He said “Who?” I asked Mr. Tunde Sword broke into tears, that was the first time I would see him that soft... “For years I have been happy that I would live as an eunuch for the rest of my life serving God, I have stopped having sexual attraction to the opposite Sex for years, but you have been reminding me of my late wife. You behave alike, very audacious like you and to make matters worse, when you gave me a hug, I felt good and had a sexual urge after so many years, which I am not comfortable with...!” Mr. Tunde Sword said and I couldn’t find the right words... “I am sorry sir, I will try to give you some space sir and possibly if you can speed up my training, I will be gone before you know it so you don’t have to break your celibacy vow to God!” I said with a bit of bitterness in my heart. I felt terrible that he was seeing me as a seductress! A mere hug and he was beginning to tell me I wanted him to break his celibacy vow! “He didn’t say that!” I heard a voice in my Spirit reply me... I walked out angrily. He tried to stop me but I was very cold. “I have had enough training, I better leave this place...” To be continued To follow up on this series, Follow the author on Facebook @ OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE-OFFICIAL Feel free to share this series, but please do not edit out the credit of the author and details. Let's be mindful of others. DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 |
Re: Ghost Run! by graceola001(f): 10:37pm On Nov 04, 2020 |
PART 28 “GHOST RUN!” ©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde “Your training is not over!” Tunde Sword was saying to me as he stood at the entrance of my tent. He had come to my tent the moment I was stepping out. I had packed the few things I brought... “The Holy Spirit told me you were running off again!” Tunde Sword says.., “I am not running off, I am going to look for sponsors for the Mororo water project...” “You are not through with your training, I know you have your physical strategy already, but you are yet to have your spiritual strategy... Though you are going under a guise, the powers who do not want development in that community will also come after you!” “So what am I to learn as regards that?” I asked “You need to fill up your spiritual tank, you need to be a mobile fire carrier, and that comes from fasting and intense prayer...” “Ok?” I said wanting him to hit the nail on the head... “You ought to have a 21 days fasting and prayer program with vigil to put you in charge. You need to soak yourself in prayers, that way you pray concerning everything about you, about Mororo ahead of your going there.. Before Jesus started His ministry he went on 40 days fasting and prayer program for Spiritual stamina and for exploits... You need to do that too, you need power...” *************** I listened to Tunde Sword, for a month I soaked myself in prayers, especially vigils. It became a part of me and I had deep revelations about Mororo... I avoided Tunde Sword on a personal level, everything between us was official Reme and the others I met in the camp graduated and I was left with Tunde sword and one of his workers in the bush... By the end of my Fifth month, I was not the same Adenike that came into the camp. Just like Reme said when I came in, my experience became awesome. I started enjoying God in all ways, I was satisfied staying in God’s presence for hours reading the Scriptures. On one of my personal search, I found a liberating scripture for the people of Mororo... I found it in EZEKIEL 18.... God gave me my message for Mororo.... “1. The word of the Lord came to me: 2 “What do you[a] mean by repeating this proverb concerning the land of Israel, ‘The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge’? 3 As I live, declares the Lord God, this proverb shall no more be used by you in Israel. 4 Behold, all souls are mine; the soul of the father as well as the soul of the son is mine: the soul who sins shall die..... “Hmmm...!” I instantly knew God was trying to point my attention to the forefather of the Mororo people. He was trying to let me know that the Mororo people should not be suffering the consequences of the sin of their forefathers! To be continued DEEP THOTS NOVELS INSPIRED BY THE HOLY ONE Written by Opeyemi O.Akintunde +234-8151103646 1 Like |
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