Update coming up in a short while... #Cassockmess

alabig:
Please kindly send chapter 1 to 3 to this e-mail address: alabig4all@yahoo.com

Ahaah. You wan query publishing houses again, its already published oooh. Lol.

fadjnr:
I have the 3 parts as pdf files If you care for them

Waoh!
I've been hearing some crazy shit about this book. But can u pls send it to me. I just need to read it to confirm, if possible 1,2,3 oduniftyrules@gmail.com.

While in Barrister Kolade's car, Tunji said to Ashley in his bedroom-like voice.
"Ashley, I know you might find relating with my Yoruba folks difficult, but I want you to revert any question asked you in my dialect to me"
Ashley felt the sorry expression her hubby employed in driving home his point. His face grimaced a little bit, with some residues of words he might have forgotten to say.
"No.
"Never bother Tonji. You know it will be fun listening to your kinsfolk relate with me without any form of cordoning rope thought"
Yes you're right Ashley but I tell you, you really going to enjoy the African scenery and have real fun with our kinsmen" barrister Kolade replied.
6:05pm
At the far back seat, Mathew sat quiet extremely calm and gone in the spirit. His spiritual sensitivity suddenly popped up and he yoked up to intercede for someone who wasn't still clear about. His parent already knew when he is calm, then he is connecting with the spirit. With this understanding they thus let him be while he prays silently under his breath. Tunji's brother who knew not what was going on and why Mathew wouldn't want to speak said furiously.
"Isn't he our son, the one Ashley gave birth to? Or are you hiding something from me Tunji"
"Not at all egbon Tunji struggled to codemix. You know I told you he has been called into ministry and he just concluded his first two years in the seminary. So he can be in the spirit at times when he issue quiet like this"
Oh i see. That means we're having a prophet in the house. He paused took some breath and continued. And that reminds me, a prophesy came forth some three years ago while you were away in U.S that a prophet has risen amongst us. Surprised at this, Tunji said enthusiastically. "Tell me about it please"
"Yes the prophesy came forth from a clergyman I knew not from Adam. He just stood right before me and said;
[all italicize] Amongst your kinsfolk this day has risen a great prophet who shall be mightily used by the most high God and I tell you, his presence shall shook the world with signs and wonders which shall be wrought through him [italicize]. Left in complete awe with his mouth partly opened he stared at his brother with great surprise. Ashley in the same vein followed each of barrister Kolade's word and was short of words to say a phrase remembering that was when he gained admission into the seminary.
"God's too awesome the way he does his things I tell you big brother" Tunji said.
"You know I felt bad when you secretly left the soil of Nigeria after you were almost through with theology".
"I felt bad too bro after some few years and most especially after Mathew's yearning to respond to this call to ministry".

It was quite a long journey but an exhilarated moment. After Mathew was through praying out the burden sat up and gazed to see what was happening in the Lagos traffic.
Quite shocked, seeing young guys selling all manner of stuff in the traffic he said.
"Oh no Jesus! Isn't this is bizarre. Aren't they going to be knocked by these moving cars?
Tunji and his eldest brother laughed out loud, still keeping Ashley and Mathew in the dark. They had both expected some explanation as to why these guys had portrayed such a crazy zeal to sell their wares.
"Oh Mathew my son, you'll get to see more barrister Kolade added
Yes Ashley, Tunji seconded, this is just one of those things that makes you know you are in Lagos". And not before long, a stout dark guy was seen chasing a red jeep with loads of horse whips in his hands. Quickly, Mathew called his mum attention to it while Tunji alongside Kolade feasted on the poor guy. They all laughed simultaneously at such an humorous way to earn a living.
"This is Lagos my people. For some here, making a living is like saying you want to skin a Lion alive". At this statement again, Tunji's family laughed so hard that they were holding each other's hands.

Akposb:
Another beautiful update from a fine writer. Each update gets me asking for more. Praying for more grace and more ideas. Your research output is also wholesome.

Why don't you drop a synopsis of this work in the thread opened by Divepen.

I'm humbled my brother. Thanks for always stopping by to give your encouragement. I've check it here www.nairaland.com/2496469/drop-synopsis-work-here#36553729

12.
Wednesday

The weather was coldly felt accompanied by the fresh outpouring of the cool breezy moisture from a giant industrial airconditioner at the arrival lounge of Muritala Muhammed Airport.
"But Dad there is no much difference between Nigeria and America. Mathew said with sheer excitement
"So do you judge the whole of nigeria from here. He giggled and added. You're yet to see what Nigeria is really like"
Several foreigners who also came to Lagos on visit and some business, walked around with several travelling papers glued to their hands. A Nineteen year old british girl almost got weary after several attempt to communicate with an immigration officer who exchanged words with her.
"Can I have your passport please?
"Over he-re" she said stressing the last two letters and then stretched her british passport to the expectant immigration officer. He went through the passport details looked up to her eyes and asked,
"What is your name and where are you from?
"Abiholla Crispin from Shetland Islands
"
"i can hardly hear any of those words you said, save the word 'from', so can you please take it over again the immigration officer demanded
"okay, my name is Abi-holla Crispin from Shetland Islands
". After been unable to hear what she was saying, the officer replied.
"I don't think that tally with what you've got in this passport". Furiously, she looked into the officer's face and demanded an explanation for what she called an intentional delay.
"i don't understand what you're talking about here. I told you my name and you just sat there pretending as if I speak mystery. Tell me you want to delay me right? The furious expressions on her face attracted other immigration officer to the spot and two came to inquire from their colleague what the problem was.
"Hello young lady, how you doing?
"I'm ain't fine at all"
Turning to his colleague the senior officer seek to know what the problem was.
"What is the problem with her?
The officer stood up, saluted his superior and said.
"sir, I needed to verify her passport if she owns it but the name she was saying never tally with what is on the passport"
"Really? The superior officer asked. And then, over to the young lady he asked after he had collected her passport from the officer.
"please tell me your name and where you're from?
"Abiholla Crispin from Shetland Islands"
"Okay I heard your surname 'Crispin from Shetland Islands, but what is your first name please? Finally exhausted this time she said her name as slowly as possible.
'Abi-holla'. Looking at his junior colleague he giggled, codemixing English and Yoruba
"Ahaah, se Iwo o mope she was saying Abiola ni". The other officer who had accompanied the senior officer laughed and the former joined. Returning her passport to her the senior officer said smiling.
"We're very sorry for the unintentional delay. So please where are you going from here Abiola?
'Soruleri'
"oh you meant Surulere"
"Yeah" she responded excitedly
"Should someone show you how to get to Surulere or have you been there before?
"Thanks. Don't bother officer, my mum is coming to pick me up in a minute"
The scene amused Mathew so much that he laughed tears out of his eyes. Finally Tunji's eldest brother, a legal practitioner drove down his jeep to pick them all up.

TITLE: Cassock mess
GENRE: Priesthood fiction

SYNOPSIS
How will one explain a final year distinction student in a college who already had a scholarship opportunity waiting for him immediately he steps out of college but met himself in a junction of making decision between taking a scholarship offer and answering the call to ministry?

Living up to his dream of becoming a pharmacist was his initial aspiration, but as destiny would have its way, Cassock was what he saw himself wearing. Who will explain this?

Mathew Ajayi, a born bred American from an Nigerian American parent was made to answer to the call to ministry at the time when the world had waited for his earnest academic manifestation.

Initially life seem though difficult for him to accept the reality of him wearing a Cassock all through his life after much cant he's heard from his father (the son of a clergyman) and friends in school who had often disdain the call to ministry. Mathew doubted awhile, but with his spiritual father the college's chaplain, he went ahead and yield the call when it seem though unpleasant.

He was left alone initially, but the caller backed up this call of his through miracles, signs and wonders which were wrought through his hands. At the peak of his ministry when he started procreating kids, he experienced some mess on his cassock which was thus brought to him by his own blood.

The story continues... Will he be forced to take the action he wouldn't want to take or pray to God for the renewal of their spirit man?
Read Cassockmess today........
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Airbus A340-300 is one expensive airplane a middle class earner would hardly be able to afford due to its expensive price tag at which its ticket is purchased. The safety measures in Airbus A340-300 has been well kept up to the highest degree of aviation standard.
Mr Ajayi had purchased some first class tickets for himself, son and wife due to the long distance they will be traveling. His intention initially was to book the conventional, safe for the sake of his wife and son who will be stepping on the soil of Africa for the first time, he thought of making it an easy and unforgettable one for them.
Calmed and fully stretched out on the creamed colored airplane sofa Mr Ajayi gisted his family about Nigeria and most especially the fact that things must have really changed after some two decades and three years he left Nigeria for United states. The painting in the airplane was very much on point accompanied with some fresh smell of blackberry which had already rented the air in the plane. This thus had a ripple effect on their travelling ecstasy hereby causing a feeling of warmth all through the flight.

While on ground being a firstclass passenger, the Ajayis and some other notable celebrity had a
special check-in at the airport's security zones.
They enjoyed a firstclass complimentary ride in a white stretched Limousine.
All firstclass and business class apassengers enroute for Lagos had access to separate lounges while the former had more luxurious
amenities. They were made to board the
aircraft before other passengers did. Alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks are complimentary
and gourmet meals are usually served with a choice
of wine and dessert. Often these meals have been prepared by leading chefs and are served on
white linen table cloths with cutleries.
While the Ajayis exchanged pleasantries with James Randy a pop artiste onboard the flight enroute for Lagos, an air hostess approached them with a longlist of dessert they will prefer to have after they had taken a sumptuous meal of Avocado fresh and salad. Tall, elegant with a brightened narrow eyes and a wide hips she stepped into the cabin, catwakingly taking her time as she approaches the Ajayis first. Her pretty friendly smile will get any furious man to his right state of mind.
"At your service sir and Madam, what dessert will you love to have now. Turning to Mathew who was yet examining her unreserved smile she said.
Hello my friend, what dessert do you care for? Recovering from the gentle gaze on the hostess, and getting a final signal from her parent, Mrs Ajayi and Mathew finally chorused as if they'd rehearsed it before then.
''Calamansi Muffins and coffee will be fine"
"Oh great and you sir", referring to Mr Ajayi.
"My wife and kid had already spoken what we all want. I'm not excluded from their choice of dessert too"
The air Hostess was quite bewildered at such oneness from the family. She smiled back at the Ajayis, moving to the pop artiste who sat close to them.
"Sir what dessert will you prefer?
"All that the Ajayis chose is my choice too". Kind of confused at the pop star's response she said;
"You never bothered to ask what it is they chose. Who knows, it might not be your choice". While listening to them as they dialogue, James Randy replied incredibly.
"Who wouldn't wanna dine with a happy family like this. Ever since we got talking, they did everything with smiles and I tell you, this is the happiest family I have ever seen in the whole of America".

This final statement made by James Randy sent the air Hostess back to get the order completed. She went her way bewildered, giggling as she yet pondered on each of the words said during those short time she engaged in discourse with each of these firstclass client.

Mathew sat at his study table with his left index finger on his cheek thinking. He turned on the lamp as if prepared to read. Seeing no book before him afterwards, he turned it off. Pondering on what he need do next after tidying up his room. Suddenly he ticked his thumb against his middle finger when he remembered he need get some cloths into his travel luggage after which he planned picking some books at the library. Within some minute tick, he made up his mind on the choices of cloths for his trip and soon rounded up. The Monday preceding the day for their scheduled flight to Nigeria was one good day for Mathew to get some literatures he would be reading while away on vacation.
'Four weeks stay in Nigeria will be a total waste if I'm not accompanied to Lagos with some good books Mathew said unconsciously'. Of all the libraries in Phoenix, Burton Barr was Mathew's preffered. Burton Barr central library was where he was told by the chief librarian at the seminary as the biggest library with the largest collection of christian literatures in America. The librarian went ahead to say, it was one of the library in the whole of America that had welcomed the largest guest readers. After picking an index card for each of the books he was looking for, he got them packed up into his bag, and picked up a journal which caught his interest.

'The travail of English missionaries on West African soil'.

Mathew read and soon, he was caught up imagining himself in Nigeria.

The joy of finally visiting Nigeria thrilled him more than any other thing. He had read volumes of books on missionary settlements, precolonial Nigeria and lots of journals on the subject of slavery and slave trading on the West African coast. The beautiful beaches, tourist attractions, museum artefact, slave trade settlements in Calabar enslaved his thought that he vowed to visit each of these places whenever he's on a visit to Nigeria. Browsing through the pages of his mind. He'd remenisced couple of them, visualizing them all one after the order. Speaking all alone to himself at the comfort of the library's cushion supported chair. Gently he said as calm as possible.
'Could it possibly be real that I'll be stepping on Nigeria soil after all my twenty years stay in America. Waoh tomorrow will be one of a great of a lifetime'.

About an hour of reading, Mathew signed a book exit note and attempted leaving for his home. His brown slingbag now filled with over five different theological and historical books, one of which was on the origin of Hellenistic philosophy. The excitement worn on his face was like one who had won a jackpot. Even while he wasn't smiling, there was yet some residues of dimples hanging around his cheeks.
After he had appended his tiny ruffled signature and was already enroute for home, a tender hand tapped once on his shoulder as he almost stepped on the library's exit.

"Hey buddy how you doing? Mathew turned around to see who it was. Shocked to see Evans, he shrilled like a baby, alerting other library users who were already immersed in their reading adventure.
"Great fam, but where on earth have you been? As evans was about replying Mathew who was too eager to hear from a longtime friend, a female library official emerged furiously upset. With a degree of politeness she said;
"Please mister, you're meant to remain silent here at Burton Barr"
"We're sorry please, Evans replied"
"It's okay, she immediately retreated".
Mathew and Evans walked down the coffee cafe that was down the street to have a discourse before going their separate ways.
While walking down the cafe together Evans said.
"Tell me Mathew, how is the seminary? I was told some couple of time by our colleagues that you wouldn't be able to pick up with the same level of intelligence you've got while in college"
"well, the Lord has been so great to me. I can boldly tell you my intelligence increases as the days unfold. Though most folks and even myself had thought the seminary only involves how to manage a church programme, read the bible and that's all. But I tell you buddy, it is more than what can be explained while standing here".
Offering Evans a seat, Mathew demanded that the cafe attendant offer them some coffee and croissant-doughnut.
"Waoh, that sound interesting. Tell me more about the seminary please Evans begged"
"I will Evans, but not until you tell me about you too".
"Well, Evans sighed and responded enthusiastically. I know you will love to hear this"
"sure, you tell it to my itching ears buddy".
"Ever since your valedictorian speech on our convocation ceremony, I can't really explain the strange panting I suddenly developed for anything Christ related. And I can tell you ever since you made that spirit filled emotionally speech of yours I'd given my life to Christ consciously".
"Oh the Lord is awesome, Mathew said smiling. I've always knew you're a potential tool for the Lord to use. I just don't know why, but while we were in college I sense there is more to your personality order than just being a student"
"Yes you're very right Mathew. I've joined the Chino valley outreach and her evangelism squad, and I can tell you, lots of souls had been won to Christ's fold over the fortnight I was selected to head the unit"
"Waoh you've really grown so big in christ over the couple of years we left. holding hands with Evans Mathew said, oh great is the faithfulness of our God"
"so what are you doing with all these books. Well I know you were actually going to devour them at home"
"yeah sure. I was actually going to devour them, but not here. I will be on a vacation alongside my family to Nigeria tomorrow".
"Waoh finally!
"Yes. It's been a longtime expectation that has been thought of and postponed, but this time we're just good to go".
"I'm just wishing you the best of time over there in Africa. My warmest regards to your parent too"
"Oh sure Evans, my regards to yours too. I will try schedule an opportunity like this for us to discuss better"
"Oh yes buddy, that is if the Lord tarry his coming"
"Oh sure, we've got to consider that too".
Mathew gave Evans a long hug for about some two minutes as if they've both met to live together. They shook hands once more and off, they went their separate ways. Evans headed North while Mathew took the eastside walkway.

Mathew finally travel down to his father's source. What happen next? What was the previous expectations of Tunji's father? What is Mathew's fate? And how will he deal with the challenges ahead him?
A post to this effect, will come up in some few minutes.

Hello followers of Cassock mess. I'm sincerely sorry for the delay. I will be posting very soon today, lets say before afternoon.


Cheers.

BeeCool15:
Great story! If you have a book published, you may want to enter for the Etisalat Prize for Literature.

Thanks Beecool, I think I will give that consideration.

Akposb:
Nor fear we just wan hear better.

ok no worry, I go sama una very soon.

Akposb:
Last update was cool, keep on doing your best. Let's see how u handle Nigeria.

Lol. @Akposb Ahaah that commitment too much oh.

oduniftyrules@gmail.com We'll still need to discuss. Okay

Thanks Ricki. I'm better now, am back TO work.

Sup peeps, bear with as to the delay in my posting. I took ill and need to take some medications.

Thanks.

11.
Doctor Bran stood still. Dumbfounded at the sight of Mr Ajayi as he dialogue meekly with his son who sat at the bedside. Quite some good numbers of folks had called Doctor Bran an atheist, but often time he had corrected them that he was simply a conformist. The christian nurses who couldn't help but come over to have a view of the miracle done, stood through him, all bewildered too, waiting to see their boss's reaction. Their faces waited patiently with engraved eagerness to hear the statement he would utter. Had it been they had their way, they would have forced those words out of his mouth.
Still considering inspecting Mr Ajayi for a while before he could conclude it was a miracle. He gazed continuously at them as Mrs Ajayi also went to join the duo, relieved of the fright of her husband's miracle. Never for once had Doctor Bran mention 'God' in all of his twenty-five years of practise, but instead in some cases he had made use of the word 'supreme power'. Finally after some forty-five minute of dumb gestures towards the nurses, he eventually made the shocking statement.

"Well I can't really explain this, but it can only be God". The nurses who had worked with him for almost a decade and half were marvelled and won't believe their ears. Doctor Bran moved closer to Mr Ajayi brought his stetoscope from his neck on which it hung and confirmed his previous irregular breathing. And he said;
"No, this is strange and quite amazing".
Doctor Bran felt humbled. The miraculous deed done through Mathew confounded him and with lot of puzzled look still hanging over his face, he stared at him still confused.
Without wasting much time, Mathew lifted up his hands in worship, enjoining other folks in the ward to join him in praises.
At first there was a reluctant response from Doctor Bran who was yet staring all around. But in the twinkling of an eye as the worship proceed, he had joined them to sing songs of praises.

The hospital miracle led to the perfect conversion of Doctor Bran. Mr Ajayi on the other side acknowledged the Lordship of Jesus christ afresh likewise his wife Ashley who spoke in the Holyghost while Mathew ministered to her. The incidence of the miraculous deed done through Mathew soon spread all around amongst the pentecostal missions, anglican communion and Mathew's alma mata. Daily practices of the word and engagement with the spirit already distinguished Mathew amongst his peers in the theology.
Ashley and Tunji now live more happily than ever after with the grace of God that had find rooting in their family. Mr Ajayi had reconsidered his former zeal of evangelising to people around him, such that he had done way back in Nigeria. He did evangelism with passion and led more soul to Christ such that has never been done before by him ever since his birth.


the routine clean up on saturdays was something that is inevitable in the Ajayi's lineup of activities on a saturday morning. The fresh smell of chopped grass hover around the yard, traveling to every part of the building one can think of. Mr Ajayi had returned to his mower unbolt the deck and extracted the cake mound of grace accommodated on the deck. The finely chopped granules of grass on the mower's edge were also discovered at the secret place of refuge on the right edge of the mower where he hid themselves. Thorough inspection was done on the mower by Mr Ajayi before he finally certified it clean for his next use.
Mr Ajayi joined his wife and son on the dining table where they had sat to have their breakfast.
"I wonder what Nigeria will be like on this first visit of mine"
Umh you mean Nigeria Mr Ajayi asked? Of course, Nigeria is a great place to be. It is a country with great people who are always in a hurry every single day".
Mrs Ajayi and Mathew made an unrefined laughter at what Mr Ajayi had said. Still giggling, Mathew asked.
"How do you mean dad? Which part of Nigeria is notable for this"
"No other place son. Lagos of course".
"Umh I thought as much Mathew responded, that is the more reason i've got to be there come seven days time. I just can't wait to be in Nigeria".
"Just then that reminds me. Mr Ajayi said tapping his thumb finger. I've got to call home that am coming with you"
"And will you both leave me here all alone to simmer in loneliness". Mrs Ajayi said with a friendly frown and a dimple on the standby.
"Umh mum is right"
"well I just said that to tease you a bit. Mr Ajayi smiled and continued. It's gonna be a trip for the three of us. We're all hitting Nigeria at the same time on tuesday next week".

Thanks all.

Thanks all for keeping it lock down on Cassock mess series. Lest I forget, there is work in progress on making this story into screenplay. So don't be surprised, seeing it on set.
Cheers friends.


#NIFTYRULES Thanks all for keeping it lock down on Cassock mess series. Lest I forget, there is work in progress on making this story into screenplay. So don't be surprised, seeing it on set.
Cheers friends.


#NIFTYRULES Thanks all for keeping it lock down on Cassock mess series. Lest I forget, there is work in progress on making this story into screenplay. So don't be surprised, seeing it on set.
Cheers friends.


#NIFTYRULES

Mathew indeed knew something was wrong immediately he stepped into the yard. The sprawling, bushy lawn sent the message to his consciousness that something indeed wasn't right in the house.
Mr Ajayi's mower was left unattended to. Under the deck of the mower were granules of caked grass and on its blade were brownish liquid, an indication of an upcoming rust.
Mathew's pity gaze on the mower was much like taking pity on an unkempt street urchin. The basement also took after the unkempt mower with relics of leaves blown onto its surface probably a night before.

"Anybody home" he yelled at the empty yard waiting for a response, since he heard none, he walked hurriedly into the sitting room.
Without staying any further he dropped his luggage and left for the family's hospital in the heart of Colorado city. The trip was curiously cool as the driver drove at a reasonable speed required for each distance.
"Here you're Mister"
"Alright thank you Mathew replied. Up to the stairs leading to the entrance he ran hastily, heading for the reception.
Good morning nurses, I've come to see my father, he's in here".
"Yeah, you're welcome to Bloomly , please kindly take your seat". A white nurse replied smiling generously. The beautiful paintings in the hospital's reception failed after several attempt to get his attention but his desire to get to meet with his parent and most especially his father pricked his heart. Mathew had sensed an irregularity in his spirit while he waited, quietly speaking below his breath he said.
'Tell me Spirit of the living God, what it is this time? Without waiting for a response, since he knew not what to pray about, then he gushed out in the Holyghost, speaking in other tongues below his breath, such that could be hardly heard by anyone else.
While awaiting the nurse's response a tall middle aged man wearing a lab cloth the doctor, a nurse, two older men Mathew knew quite well and his mother came out gloomy to attend to him. Just then he heard a clear voice of the Spirit like that of a human sitting next to him saying;
'He is only aslept, that is why you're here to get him awaken'. A bit frightened Mathew gazed at the people walking towards him. But suddenly putting on a good smile, he hugged his sobbing mother, Mopped off her tears filled face and whispered in her ears
"Dad is only sleeping, he was quite fatigued so he need some rest. But this is the set time to get him up from his sleep". Still hugging each other Mrs Ajayi whispered, carefully sobbing continuously in between.
"But the doctor already certified him lifeless". Replying his mother with all conviction he said.
"But the potter who made him said to me he isn't". For some few seconds, Mrs Ajayi shook her head at her son's ignorance and while the doctor noticed what they'd both discussed about, he came to their aid and told Mathew point blank.
"Quite sorry youngman, but your father indeed breath his last some few minutes ago. Patting Mathew on the shoulder he added. I quite understand and will reason with you on your faith exercises but this is just the scientific fact. He passed on, you can come see him". Right on the inside, Mathew kept asking if what they all had said including that of his mum were true. His Spirit man was rekindled and under his breath he had spoken up to a hundred words in tongues as they all saw him off to the ICU where his father was. Seeing his father's lifeless body on the bed with a blue sheet rolled up on him he stood brave and said.
"How you doing Dad, Mathew is here. I am through with my first two years in the seminary and you need to see how am doing now. I've got some good gist to tell, but you wouldn't hear them if you sleep here all day because I know you're". By now the folks that stood by him, his mother inclusive were all in awe at such talk put up by Mathew. Thinking of what could possibly be the problem with Mathew, the doctor said to Mrs Ajayi;
"Give him some time, it is due to the trauma of his father's death". And now in awe they all stared at Mathew as he laid his hand on his father's head.
Okay Dad, get up in the name of Jesus. To their utter amazement Mr Ajayi stretched his hands and sat up on the bed. Confused as to what had transpired around him. He gazed at the whole of the hospital room for about ten minutes, seeing Mathew alone he said.
"You're welcome son. And how is the Seminary?

A47yo:
This is getting more intresting n enjoyable, now that grey has recieved the infilling of the Holy Spirit. Kip it up Sire.............still following.

I feel elated having heard that you keep following this story. That makes me wanna do more. Thanks bro.

Ever since the power packed encounter of the Holyghost at the seminary, Mathew's spiritual antenna popped up higher than it has been in the past. Often, he had been in the place of worship and wouldn't feel the things around him. He'd prayed at times and would see himself in the midst of what seem though as cloudy mist and a flowing white clothing worn on him.

Waiting upon the lord in fasting and prayer was no more a tasking spiritual exercise for him, as he does it even before the spirit's prompting. Gradually the big picture of how he will go about the ministry committed to his hand began to unfold. Too inquisitive is Mathew's spirit man in the place of prayer. He'd often dialogue with the Holyghost, praying in tongues and in rear cases in his understanding as though he sees the one he speaks to physically.
One morning after he'd raised a sacrificial offering of thanksgiving in his hostel room he felt a burden in his heart, a heavy burden he felt to intercede for someone in danger, though he knew not who the person was. But the prompting was sure there, as it kept nudging him for action.
Gently Going on his knees Mathew went on in prayer. Since he knew not what to pray about he committed everything he will be saying in prayer to the holyspirit, and before he knew it, he gushed out utterances in the HolyGhost, praying in tongues as the spirit had helped him pray.
The Thirtieth minutes since he'd been in the spirit praying in tongues, he kept asking the holyspirit what the problem was. The response came forth in form of a sensational feeling that someone around him was on the sick bed. Searching all through like a radar, he searched amongst his family member since he was the only child, he thought of his mother and later the father. The prompting of the spirit certify clearly that his father was on the sick bed.

Vexed up in the spirit, Mathew got charged more in prayer, praying more in the HolyGhost. While he yet prayed, a heavy knock hit on his door sporadically. The chancellor had sent for Grey to summon Mathew after a call had come from Mathew's Mother. She had tried reaching her son but the telephone wasn't on hook. She'd spoken to the Chancelor on his phone line, telling him that her husband was terribly sick and was in dear need of blood transfusion and Mathew made a good choice of donor for his father. And so, his attention was needed home.

Grey on the other end had banged for the twelfth time and Mathew wouldn't hear or feel anything, Grey on the other end of the door left discouraged after he eventually knew he was praying. Just like it had happened in recent time, Mathew no longer feel things around him whenever he is immersed in the spirit.
Two hours passed, still at the place of prayer, Mathew asked the Holyspirit what needed to be done for his father to be made whole. Then he got the silent response but which was quite distinct enough to be heard.
'You'll need to place your hands on him and then he'll be renewed with strength. Though the doctor had said if he doesn't get transfusion from you, he might give up the ghost, but I tell you it won't happen as I shall be manifesting my greatness for all to see'.

Immediately Mathew heard this he had rejoiced exceedingly in the spirit and while he did, a white mantle fell on his head, sitting comfortably on his head.
In his usual inquisitive order he asked;
"Lord what mean this on me?
'Fear not son, you've just been confirmed into the ministry of healing. The Spirit further butteresed, whosoever you lay your hands upon gets healed from all forms of affliction and in it shall flow the power of God'.
Without knowing what had earlier transpired at the other end of the door, Mathew walked down to the chancelor's office. And while he was halfway away from his hostel he saw Grey who had just left his door, heading for the same place he was going. Grey turned back likewise to see the footstep that came behind him. Surprised at the sight of Mathew, he requested;
"Hey Mathew where are you heading this time? Guess you were gone in prayer for you not to know I'd knocked at your door
"Are you sure you've been to HT this day? Mathew asked abbreviating his hall name
"Of course I have. the Chancelor actually sent for me to summon you that you've got a voicemail from your mum who called to........." Mathew completed the rest of the phrase for him.
"Inform you that my father is sick and that I should come home right? In great awe with his mouth left partly ajar Grey wouldn't imagine how he got to know just the same thing the Chancelor had said his mother told him. Knowing fully well that no man can know this of his own discerning except been told by the spirit of God Grey trembled for while and asked to help his persisting curiosity.
"It surprised me how you knew all these. Tell me good friend, the holyspirit told you right?
"Of course friend. The Spirit of the Lord did, Mathew replied smiling". with a questionable look at Mathew, Grey said,
"I just can't wait to recieve Him too"
remembering what the Lord had told him in the hour of prayer, Mathew stretched to meet up with Grey's height and then, laid his hand on him.
Just in the twinkle of an eye, he rattled some few syllables in tongues and before he knew it he was already on the third.

Akposb:
I believe you will take your time to do a proper editing of this story.

I believe I am learning from this story and I am eagerly looking forward to Matthew's missionary trip to Nigeria. Keep on doing your best.

Thanks bro. Its always great to have folks like you stop by. of course there will be a proper editing to this story.

10.
The birds on the green lawn seem though to be cooperating with theologians reading for their final exams. They wander around the green lawn searching for stuff they could feed on for the morning's breakfast. There wasn't any screeching like they've done in recent time but they all had abided by the strict rules in the seminary in order to avoid dismissal.
Quietness around the seminary seem though typical of that of a cemetery where noise was never needed. Footsteps of lecturers were the only significant sign of life around the campus, coupled with the breezy tall trees hallowing the name of the most high at their leisure.
Just as the final summer to round up theological philosophy draw nigh, Mathew started putting together words on paper to remind his father about their agreed trip to Nigeria. He became so enthusiastic that he starts reading about history of the Yoruba descent in the seminary's missionary collection. He became so passionate about this trip as if it was his time to go into missionary work in Nigeria.

Rounding up his first two years at Kingsword seminary had really been impacting on his spiritual growth, most especially the digging deep into some forsaken christian philosophical theology which had always intrigued Mathew's heart. The Teachings and exhortation had always made his day such that for each exhortation, he had gone ahead time to study and await the lecturer who will be exhorting at each of the alotted moments for general exhortation. One of his colleagues once said during a short break.
Kenneth a nineteen year old theologian said;
'You seem though to be more passionate to do theology than anyone amongst us. I wonder what could possibly be pushing you this hard. He further added, you better move at the same pace with our lecturers so as not to overwork your little brain cells'. All this were never regarded by Mathew who had learnt at Arizona that human had only used ten percent of their brain.

The final unveiling of the biography of Tertullian was really interesting and the whole class of theologians in Mathew's class will want to learn more about him. His argument as a Christian Apologists that philosophy often corrupt theology brought about a great ovation of respect for this late apologists. Majority of the class had wish they were given a project to do again on the person of Tertullian alongside his works, but the grace was already lifted.
In one of the sunday's communion service in between the final quarter Mathew will be leaving the seminary, he had recieved the Holyghost he had been longing for. selling off his ears to the chancellor's exhortation on the subject of Trinity, being the right help for spiritual growth he listened like never before. The communion, which consisted of some wafers represented christ's flesh, juice from blackcurrant which symbolizes christ blood, were served. Many theologians fell touched with this message, but Mathew fell the more under the unction of a greater move in the spirit, the HolyGhost.

At first he never knew exactly what was happening around him, neither did he knew what he was saying, but though felt the burden which came with a urge that led to him rattling some words out of his mouth. Sooner as he gave way fully for the spirit to have His way he began saying spontaneously, some irregular words like;
'Endo zu para di cho du zibrada
A condo le zi kun bra letu trista'
From the podium, the chancelor gazed and was amazed at the utterance he brought forth, he laughed in the spirit, rejoicing finally that one of his young Theologian had recieved the evidence of the Holyghost again. Some theologians who never understood the manifestation of the Holyghost, most especially those from the denomination where speaking in other tongues were never reckoned with were marvelled and said to one another.
'There is something hidden about this buddy from Phoenix. There is something he's getting that we ain't getting'. And the other sitting right beside him responded.
'Guess you're right fam, we need to find out what. And that settles it'
Mathew went on for an hour and few minutes, speaking in those utterances according to the leading of the holyspirit.
Two years of studying philosophical theology gradually walked down the climax. Just a fortnight to go thus, the seminary authority seized the few days to orientate them further about continuous learning. Mathew became more addicted to his lesson notes, was on a good check on his bible and even unto the final week to completion of there first two years of study in the seminary.

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