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SPDAZZY:
I believe it was granted. Kudos

Thanks for bringing my attention to that. I never noticed really, God be praised!

saxwizard:
nice to meet you Brodaly .lag based shey?

YES, am based in Lagos. Nice getting to know you

dadido:
u said few hours suspense now is taking a whole day
ur story is inspirational!! Kudos!
waiting to be included in the roaster.

Please check here for the last episode and do well by leaving a comment please.
http://gospelbreed.com/2016/05/candle-wind-episode-17/

Euniz:
Uncle finish this thing now!

I actually dropped a link to the last episode. Seems you skipped that part, purposely to welcome your comments and criticism on the website.

Here is the link. http://gospelbreed.com/2016/05/candle-wind-episode-17/

Would be really grateful if you guys find this worthy of the front page especially on a Sunday like this

lalasticlala, ishilove, obinoscopy, mynd44, seun,
dominique et al

Thanks

saxwizard:
yes I am ....are u one too?

Same likewise pal!

Nuella222:
What shld I call this write up...too confussing. Which character ar u anyway? Precious, Pastor, mummy pastor or pastor's child Too confusing dear...though the story did not end...
U tried shaa...bt next time try and go straight to the point cos dilly-dalling wld make ur story too boring.













U may quote me if u want...am just a nairalander seeking for attention

Thanks Ma'am. I really appreciate. Your points are well noted, God Bless!

bukaty:
I don't know what to write or say just to say thank you for allowed GOD to speak to me through your writing.

You're most welcome bukaty . All the glory to God

SimpleBea:
Hmm.
This story had impact on my life.


Surely, HE is the I am that I am.


Olajhidey22. Do you have the contact of the writer?

Thanks for reading through friend.

About the writer's contact, Yea I do, but I wouldn't love to make that public. Kindly send a mail to info@gospelbreed.com.

Please indicate your contact details also in the mail, then i'll send that to you.

God Bless!

saxwizard:
one of the best stories hv read so far

Thanks for taking your time to read through friend

By the way, are you a saxophonist?

Mczigx:
Best story eva

Thanks pal!

Calmdove:
present.... hope am nt late?

Better late than never my dear. Next time you come late to class, i'll make sure you pick all those dirts littering this forum.

Is that taken?

Thanks for taking your time to read through Calmdove. God Bless!

Maiconyoung:
I came late. Nice write up, olajhidey22 i always ur stories

Thanks my regular follower Maiconyoung. You're always welcome

But next time, don't come late to class oh!

TONYE001:
Hello,

This is a great story you've got here..

I'm a follower!

Aya...do come show working ooooo..

Aww!! Which working am I to show again oh?

This isn't a Mathematics subject, remember

Vaxt:
Cool

Thanks pal

luciangelymail:
Wooow! Thanks be to God! Thank u very much Ola, thanks, it ended well, better even. Nice work!

#Smiles. Thanks for taking your time to read through luciangelymail. Incase you've missed any of my previous stories, you can always check this link for my full published stories...http://gospelbreed.com/collection-of-all-stories.

God bless Dear!

Awaiting your comments guys

[size=20pt]Please endeavor to leave a comment on the website after reading the last episode.. [/size]

Here is the link to the Final Episode.. http://gospelbreed.com/2016/05/candle-wind-episode-17/

missviva:
Ola!!....this s not fairrrrr.. ‎​you can't stop here naa. I really admire their faith and courage. Pls come and continue oo

#Smiles... I can never abandon the story, leaving you guys hanging. Just wanna place you guys on few hours suspense before dropping the last episode

virtuedagirl:
This mummy pastor's children are very funny.Ola thanks for the updates

Thanks dear.... Don't mind them, they loosed their true identity but seem to have discovered it after the demise of their mum.

Thanks for staying tune!

gbens2000:
okay am here av read the first part am getting intrested a lil bit,i av to continue read b4 i make my criticism.lets see how it goes kudos

Thanks pal! Your criticism is highly entertained. Take your time to read through

Episode 16

It’d been a big struggle to quit my addictions!

Same for my big bros!

How the whole thing started was actually what I did not understand!

Drugs, incest, cigars, clubbing, serious fashion lifestyle, all!

Dad never envisaged this happening to his kids-neither did we tho!

Although since we were young, we had always thought of being ‘big boys’ and’ big girl’, you know that kind stuff shae?

I never really loved church!

I used to like it when we were in the children church where we sang, ate biscuits and sipped caprisone but immediately we got to the youth church, we were compelled to fast to church, yet, dad would still be asked to wait for meetings after meetings.

Oh those Sundays!

It was different from what I watched on TV or what my friends had told me about their own churches.

There was so much freedom in their churches but ours had always been solemn- no this, no that!

In the long hours of the message, we would start dozing and then nodding like agama lizards, shaking our crossed legs in order to show that we were following in the Spirit!- such pseudo!

While peeping to see if mum was watching, her smiling face would greet me, laden with really loud undertone that I read to be ‘Ride on sleeper!’ and then she would look back at her husband, nodding as the message sunk into her being.

What was she learning from the biblical gibberish he was narrating?

Those were the strange thoughts that my brain processed whenever I watched on.

I just realized that the Spirit of God comes in a small still voice most time while at another time, he could come as a mighty rushing wind!

So, even in very solemn assemblies of God’s children, without bang or boom, God would be present as they offered themselves holily before God!

The age difference between Ruby, Gem and I was a year each so by the time both of them graduated, they didn’t do well in their international examination and dad wanted them to study abroad by all means.

Dad’s dream though!

But we loved it!

The joy of going abroad, posing with different wonders of the world and pasting them on my Facebook wall was mind-boggling;

The excitement of leaving this dark continent was killing;

My brothers wanted to go badly and by the time I graduated, we all passed the IOEFL exams and off to America we went!

It was to my dad’s greatest joy and my mum’s displeasure

We all wept as she hugged us goodbye but we had to go.

Looking back at that time, I wish we had never left!

I wish we had stuck close to those boring sermons for one day, we would have found it as honey in our mouths and music to our souls!

I wish we had been under mum’s gentle but disciplinary measures and dad’s strict correctional measures too!

I wish we had stayed in our fatherland because being groomed by the noise of generator and being bruised by mosquitoes alone could have been enough discipline to make us sane!

I wish!
I wish!
Oh I wish!

We left years ago and coming back now, it was a great difference.

We were no longer the kids our mother used to think we were!

We knew a whole lot about sex- oh mine!- we practiced incest!

We smoked stuffs!!

We used drugs

We went to clubs to dance and all!

We rocked ‘real’ fashion!

But for money issues, we would have done real plastic surgeries!

For us, we were not influenced by friends o!

We had seen people around do it and we wondered why they could do it and our own parents kept on restricting us!

All these vices we engaged in were all out of curiosity

I wished dad and mum had told us that our bodies were really precious to us

They told us though but we thought that they were just being religious about it

How I wish they had been more explicit about these truths!

How I really do wish!
While the three of us rode in our small car from the movie theatre in Los Angeles where we had gone to see a movie, I received a call from Abigail that we should come home immediately.

“Are you for real? Come back home? You think this is Lag?” I had blurted out that day

“I am sorry but you have to find all the means to come back home” she argued

“I think you are sick Ab! What is the problem?” I was getting angry.

“Mummy is dead!” she exclaimed and I chuckled

“What?” I asked to be sure

It sounded too unrealistic and plastic!

“What!” I exclaimed as my brain booted for a second

“what do you mean?” I screamed and the car screeched to a halt as Ruby and Gem looked back at me with questioning eyes.

I dropped the phone and my head was blocked.

“What does that mean?” I asked dumbly, my heart, muddled up.

“What’s it?” Ruby asked, his eyes widened

“Did somebody die?” Gem asked, expectantly and I nodded

“That was what Abigail said” I said and they both held my hands as if being controlled

“Who?” they asked almost together

“She said mum” I still said on.

I was unable to decode the message well, so I was seated, blinking hard as if my brain depended on them to function well

It was a riddle unsolved!

“What! Mum’s dad? Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Ruby screamed

If nothing, the guys had been mum’s favorite for a long time now.

“And you are still talking and all? It's definitely impossible!” Gem cried out too.

Ruby placed his head on the steering and broke down into tears.

“Mum, You can’t die ma. I won’t wear these god-forsaken rings again. I will throw them away bt die, no!” he cried and started removing the rings he was wearing.

Those had always been the cause of argument between him and mum before we left Nigeria.

Mum said those numerous rings made him to look like a criminal and that she didn’t want that for him.

As they wept, the pictures of mummy smiling, praying on her knees, correcting us in love, caring and laying her hands on dad all relived in my brain and my heart became swollen.

The swelling reached my brain and my whole head became large and heavy.

My eyes couldn’t bear the pains that suddenly befell it and immediately, they became clouded and blurry.

I placed my head on the driver’s seat and my tears flowed.

Oh precious mum!

As I held her already death-infested, cold and stiff hands, my tears fell upon her lifeless body and I placed my hands on her chest.

Her eyes were tightly shut but the smile on her face remained there- though, very dry!

“Mummy, I had always caused you tears. I had always behaved like a prodigal daughter. I had never for once done you any proud but I know your worth and I really do love you. I can’t believe you are dead mum…” I cried on, tears still streaming down my face.

Ruby screamed again as he turned back from the window side from which he had been staying for long.

“Mum, you can’t just die. We didn’t release you to death and you are going nowhere” he cried aloud.

Abigail sobbed loudly.

“She died since Tuesday and it’s already Thursday. Her doctor even used some embalming chemicals on her if not; she would be smelling by now.” Abigail explained and Ruby charged at her with his blood-shot eyes.

“What do mean? For how many days was Lazarus dead before Jesus raised him?” he asked and no one answered

“Well, that is even the tip of an iceberg sef. A whole army died and they had already dry bones….dry…very dry I mean but what happened when God asked the Son of Man if the bones could live?….” he asked on rhetorically

“They lived eventually” Gem replied, teary.

“They were raised up as a very mighty army and God promised life to Israelites that no matter how grave the situation could be, he would come to the situation and save them.Read Ezekiel 37” Ruby preached on.

I watched on

From Ruby who was delivering the sermon, to Gem who was nodding as an enthusiastic listener…

I was really dazed!

When did my brothers become pastors like this?

While we travelled down to Nigeria, we all held our hands to get strength from one another and as we sat down, we cried silently when we thought about so many things.

Everyone noticed us..

But a man on the same row with us noticed us more.

He smiled at us and my brothers looked away irritated

“What sort of a Job’s comforter is this oh Lord?” Gem complained but Ruby just adjusted his seat and plugged his earphone.

So the man would not feel embarrassed, I smiled back at him and he started talking with me.

He was a Neuro surgeon and I was studying Neuro sciences too so it was easier for him to get me through that.

I told him about my problems and what had happened to my mum.

He started to preach to me in a way that I had never heard before.

He stirred my faith and consoled me, saying that all would be well whether she eventually lived or not.

My brothers weren’t listening so how did they get to hear all these?

Where did they get such a kind of faith from?

Exactly where?

“While on board today, a doctor told us that if we have faith like mustard seed, we can move any mountain…I don’t think you have seen a mustard seed before but I have seen it, I have eaten it. Even if I hadn’t been a good boy, it’s never too late. That was what he said and funny enough, I believe it.” he said on and I was amazed.

He actually was listening to the man on te plane then.

“No other choice but to believe it as long as it’s gonna bring back my momma” Gem rapped on, tears stains on his face

“Exactly. I have nothing as I stand. No dime! Only drugs, cigar, beer, whisky, vodka, nonsense! They can’t revive mum” Ruby almost screamed loudly.

“Those things didn’t revive Nancy when she died last month. In fact, those things killed her…oh shit!” Ruby lamented on and on

Nancy was the love of his life.

They had always loved each other until she died of Tramadol overdose last month.

It was a real trying time for us all as Ruby couldn’t take charge of himself no more!

“If Jesus could wake my mum again o, chai! I swear that I would give all over to him. I would be a changed guy. I will drink no more, smoke no more, and fornicate no more, no more sin! I swear!” Ruby cried on as he knelt down beside mummy, placed his head on her tummy.

“She died of blood cancer! It was the second relapse of the chemotherapy. Even fibroid was another thing.” Abigail said again.

She was obviously worn out and tired.

Ruby looked up strictly, stood up, pulled Abigail’s hands and dragged her towards the door.

“I used to think that you were a Christian. You were always preaching to us over the phone. So, where is that faith? Where is the faith that Mr. Douglas talked about? Where?” he said firmly
as he dragged her out

“I was only saying the fact…” she defended herself

“No fact is needed here gal, only faith!” Gem said and I looked up at him.

Even Gem!

“Gerrarahere please! I don’t want anyone who isn’t strong to fight this battle with me.” He said as he jammed the door

He dusted his hands together after turning the key over and over again to lock it.

“No wonder God ordered Joshua to screen the thousands of men first before they started the battle. God doesn’t fight according to the number of people available. He is present where two or more people are gathered” he said as he walked back to the bedside.

“Anyone with shaky faith here should go out of this room.” He said and there was no movement.

“If you all have faith, join your hands with mine then” he said again and we all joined our hands together and we went on our knees.

“Oh Lord, we are sinners…all of us!” he started the prayer of confessing our sins.

The sins, especially our incest act alone would kill mum even if God decided to raise her up.

“Since we have confessed all our sins and have promised never to go into them again by your grace, we pray that you help us oh Lord in Jesus’ name” he prayed on

“Amen” we all replied.

“Father, heal our mother. Her blood had been said to be cancerous before she died and she had been said to even have fibroid. One thing I believe is that you have our spare parts in your hands” Ruby prayed on and I opened my eyes to gaze at them.

They were both sweating profusely and shaking all the members of their bodies.

“Oh yes Lord” Gem replied, opening his mouth and closing it as if he had eaten something peppery.

“Toyota has spare parts for all its products, same for Sony, same for LG, so for all other producers. Then let’s talk more of our own God whom we do not deserve even to call on” he prayed on

How did he get such prayer points?

When last did we step into a church?

It was so strange to me but I loved the feeling of it.

“And Lord, since the salvation of three dirty children depends on it here Lord, glorify your name. please oh Lord.” Gem cried too.

I swallowed hard.

I was the only one who hadn’t been touched by whatever had touched these people of mine o.

Only me!

God have mercy!

I closed my eyes firmly and remembered Sunday school, I remembered the little things we had been taught ever.

I wept bitterly

But I didn’t feel anything special

I didn’t feel anything that would make me weep and quote scriptures like my brothers did.

I felt really bad

I wanted to experience it too…

I was constipated…

>>>>>Watch-out for the Last Episode<<<<<<<

Source: http://gospelbreed.com/2016/05/candle-wind-episode-16

virtuedagirl:
Thanks for the updates,this story is really interesting,hum i'm scared about mummy pastor and i fell daddy's prayer is somehow late,for Tony that proposal was something else oo and to Percious God don pick ur calls.2 me where my tony dey now?Ola i love your stories as the come with great lessons,more grace sir.

Thanks so much virtuedagirl. I really appreciate you taking time to read those stories through. God bless.

About Mummy pastor? You'll get to find that out soon

luciangelymail:
Ola dear, don't stop pls, so intriguing

Aww!! Not to worry dear... I won't disappoint

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Episode 15

What is with all these interrogation o Lord?

I never planned for such questions when I left the confines of my room that Sunday morning.

After the barrage of accusations bestowed on me during the service about Tony and I was ushered into the Associate Pastor’s room, it was as if I was being awaited to come and present my case.

Have you started praying at all?

Do you think you are getting any older?

My sister, pray!

What else are you waiting for?

You have different degrees, you have a Behind accommodation, a car, supportive parents, a very good job and most of all, Jesus!

Isn’t there any guy yet?

You want to finish Ph.D. first?

I was speechless but by the time they were done questioning me without waiting for my response, I was asked to go and that we would meet on Tuesday for the continuation of the talk after I might have prayed and God must have spoken to me.

That was right indeed!

When would my prayers for God’s divine revelation be answered?

Exactly when?

Wait!…am I really still praying as if I mean it?

I doubt it!

>>>>>

On Monday, I decided to fast and talk to God about the matter.

I couldn’t bear to go for the counseling session on Tuesday and have nothing to say to the pastor.

That would really show that I was not a responsible Christian.

I wouldn’t want to risk that.

I started praying from 12am on Monday morning on my knees.

I wept!

I opened my heart!

I looked up and imagined Calvary with all the goodness that Jesus’ blood promised.

God please speak!

I suddenly lost all the words.

I didn’t know what to say anymore.

There was a great calm and I tried to listen as I could.

What happened?

Why would there be a silence such as this?

My eyes firmly shut, my teeth tightly set with my fists balled up, I slept on the floor, almost hopeless.

“I have spoken” I heard silently and still in my position, I was perplexed.

“Who could have spoken now? I am alone in here and nobody could have gained entrance into the house.

“What did you say?” I asked again, now with a better concentration and commitment.

I heard nothing

God, plese speak again!

Was that you?

A very, huge and dark silence!

I became overwhelmed and sad.

Why exactly wouldn’t God talk to me?

I had read many books on what could be the cause of spiritual deafness and I couldn’t just imagine that after much sacrifices, God would still not hear nor speak to me!

I recently had my restitutions done!

Some lecturers that had gone to talk behind my back that I was a workaholic and whom I had already had in my mind- in malice, I confronted them. I went to meet them, told them they had hurt me and we settled.

All who have hurt me, I had forgiven.

The pledges, tithes and offerings of my income, I offered with a very open heart.

I was nice and welcoming!

Hospitability would be a very little word to describe how muc of a philanthropist I had become!

I had always abhorred very good and clean thoughts and so what could the problem be?

Why wouldn’t God speak to me?

He spoke and then suddenly to reaffirm that it was He, He had refused to say anything.

What could I do?

Immediately I realized that I was becoming very down in the spirit, I stood up from the floor and put my Bible away in my bed safe.

“You haven’t rounded off your prayers”

I heard something told me and I twisted my nose to a corner.

That had been the best of God I had ever had.

Was that my conscience talking to me?

I was already used to that one but I needed another real thing…something really GOD!

I walked to the mirror and saw my red, swollen eyes.

I wiped my face and my heart dropped again.

What was I going to tell the Pastor tomorrow?

What?

As I lamented and tears ran into my eyes again, my phone’s notification sound beeped and I picked it up to check.

It was a message.

I unlocked my phone and started reading the message.

This is to remind you of our Master Life Discipleship Class today at the University’s Worship Centre by 5.00pm. Come prepared and may God bless you.

I had totally forgotten

I jumped into the bathroom , jumped out in a jiffy and started to get ready for the service.

Though I wasn’t feeling great, I wondered what made me jump up that way.

I racked my brain the more and sighed.

Definitely not!

It definitely couldn’t have been because of Tony

Tony has a person already so what was the excitement of seeing him about?

It was just the joy of the Lord jare

I shrugged, trying to convince myself to think straight.

Since he was practicing in the College Hospital of the university where I taught, he worshipped in the school chapel sometimes and so he was made a discipleship teacher.

I just joined his class last three weeks when he invited me there and oh my!…

It’d been so wonderful!

He was a very good teacher!
>>>>>

The discipleship class was very fun and I really thanked the Lord because my bad mood and ingratitude at God just melted away like a candle beside the fire.

This Tony boy was just so blessed and anointed of God!

“God speaks in Diverse ways” was the topic and see how God just reassured me in so many ways.

Oh my!

All through the programme, though I envied the lady that had won this guy’s heart, I listened with rapt attention.

…and I was blessed!

“I thank all of you that came around to my church on Sunday to honor the outgone corps members. God bless you” he said and the members all responded well.

There was a loud laughter from a corner.

I looked towards the corner to check who it was.

Just then, there was a loud sigh from another corner and I looked at it again

What happened nah?

The sighs increased and I wondered what it was.

Tony had the perplexed look on his face too.

“What is it nah?” he asked and one girl cleared her throat, a very funny smile on her face.

“Hmmmm, our Oga has started keeping secrets from us o” one of the guys said.

That was when I knew that it was a planned one by the whole students —except me!

Tony smiled

“I don’t seem to understand you dearies” he said, carrying his Bible

“…even maritally God has done it!” one said, emphasizing the maritally well and I got it!

Oh gosh!

This wasn’t just fair!

What sort of a demeaning, embarrassing question was that oh Lord?

I shouldn’t have come for the discipleship class jare.

They just want to spoil my tummy for me and make me think one kind.

Tony smiled heartily

I looked at everyone present and I felt ashamed of myself!

They were all looking happy for him, smiling graciously.

I started practicing how to laugh a real, genuine laughter but as much as I tried to, it was not real at all.

“Of course nah. You want to know her?” he asked and they all screamed ‘Yes’

I didn’t want to be the odd one out, so I said ‘yes’ too.

“I will tell you” he said and I smiled though, but I cried in my heart. Itt felt as if I had really bad constipation in my heart!

Oh my father!

But the look on his face was not the usual bold, daring one

He was sweating under his nose and undr his lower lip.

Although he was smiling, there was something about the smile that I didn’t understand.

Was it afraid?

Or shy?

Or timid?

Something like that!

“She is a lecturer!” he blurted out and my heart skipped a beat.

“Hmmmm” the students exclaimed and clapped joyously.

Lecturer ke!

I just pray I don’t know the person o…if not, I pray I don’t act like Abigail!

“Tell us more” they screamed and he smiled again

“Her surname is Williams” he said again and they clapped again

That was my surname!

“The lady would pay for answering the same surname with me o” I tried to mutter and while everyone laughed loudly, he smiled- weirdly!

“And she is seated in here with us as Sister Precious” he seated, picked up his Bible and turned to go.

All eyes was on me and I was shocked.

My heart resigned from its duty for some seconds before I regained my wellness.

As if being consoled, I pulled him back by the collar.

I felt his shivers but I was in worse shivering too and I couldn’t help myself.

“Where were you going to?” I asked in a very shaky voice.

Everyone watched on.

Tony kept on looking downwards.

“You mean that after saying that kind of a thing, you expected me to jump up and say ‘oh, a great, handsome guy has proposed!’ was that your expectation?” I almost shouted.

The members of the other discipleship centers had started gathering to look at us.
“What audacity and effrontery do you have to say such a thing while turning back to leave? Exactly what? Answer me!” I shook him by the collar and he said nothing still.

“Are you a celeb? Even if! I don’t care. Is that your proposal? Even if I don’t like candles and fireworks, what sort of a thing is this? Exactly what? I am begging to marry you? Tell me”

I ranted on and I was shocked that my Mr. Macho had suddenly turned to ‘vegetables’
“What is happening here?” a voice came from behind me and I looked at him.

It was David, Tony’s closest friend.

He looked shocked as he quickly came to his friend’s rescue.

He hugged him and like a baby, Tony hid his face in his chest and held unto him tightly.

“Tony, what is it?” he asked and I watched on

Have I done something suicidal?

It was this guy that made me feel stupid as if getting married to him was a big deal or that I had no choice or something. That was why I did that jhur

They should stop making me feel guilty please!

“Oh, please don’t be angry at his sudden outburst” David said, looking at me intently.

I wondered how Tony explained the matter to him when I was so close to them and I heard nothing from their mouths

Their friendship codes must be really tight o!

I could only nod.

“It’s his first time” David said again and Tony sobbed loudly

“Awwwww” one group member said

“No wonder!” another group member said

I turned to look around and all eyes were fully set on me.

Chai!

Was it my fault that he had never propose to any lady before?

But wait o…

Its weird jhur!

Someone of that caliber- from a prestigious hospital in the exposed and sultry America had never asked a lady out?

Of course, he is outdated!

David led Tony away and I felt empty inside.

What drama just unfolded?

I wasn’t a naturally hot tempered person…so what happened?

Was I too overjoyed that I didn’t even know what I was doing?

But….

Even if this guy didn’t know the right way to go by it, couldn’t he ask colleagues to give him clues as to how to do these things?

Couldn’t he?

He still has his faults abeg!

“You still have your own faults my dear” that was undoubtedly Alice’s voice and I felt a jab in my heart.

Alice had been my friend from the secondary school and we have had things in common for a long time- she was a lecturer too.

Tony was her greatest crush!

I would never had wanted her to watch this kind of drama- never!

But here she was!

“You have things go easy for you Precious that you sometimes lose focus” she said

Although I felt for her that she must have had her heart broken by this unexpected proposal, I couldn’t stand this long talk of accusation.

“You were not here at the beginning of the whole thing. So who are you to judge?” I retorted and still maintaining a stern face, she shook her hand.

“But you should know that I am too intelligent not to fix my storyline together even if I start watching the drama from the middle” she said, smiling mockingly.

Of course I know!

She was a really great raconteur- she tells tales as if she was there when they happened!

But she shouldn’t bring that in here please

“You hated surprises and according to the story you earlier told me, you told him you hated candles and fireworks or whatever…the poor guy asked you what you liked then and you thought he was asking for asking sake? Of course no! Oh how I hate clueless people!” she exclaimed and buried her head in her hands.

Oh!

I now understand!

I didn’t faint when all these happened

Instead, I gained more strength to pull at his collar.

His method was actually the one that could curtail my rubbish heart from fainting unnecessarily!

Oh my!

I never saw it in that light

Never!

This guy had won again!

Oh Alice!

Oh my!

Oh Tony!

As the crowd dispersed, grumbling, mumbling and gisting as they went, I sat down beside Alice and buried my head into my hands too.

The flashes of the vision I had earlier where I saw Tony and I came to live in my skull television.

How he drove my car
How he called me MMR

How he looked deeply into my eyes

How we were clad in the same type of attire

How he had always appreciated my rare big stature in real life

How he had possessively held my hands when we were before Abigail!

Oh my!

I was just so clueless!

Of course, Alice must have a strong hatred for clueless people like me.

Hmmmm…

Just then, my mind went to the reason we were brought together in the vision.

If the coming together of Tony and I was already coming to pass, chai! That would spell a real, thick trouble o.

A real, thick one!

I saw as Mummy Pastor bled so much that she died and the whole church gathered round her to mourn her and pastor wept!

“I reject it in Jesus’ name” I screamed suddenly.

Alice looked up at me questionably but I was not in the mood to start saying anything further!

It’d been three weeks since I saw her and oh my! I hadn’t visited her!

The lectures had been really hectic especially as I was dealing with final year students.

I packed my stuff quickly and pecked Alice.

“I am sorry friend and thanks for the bash! I’ve got to go somewhere urgently” I said and ran out of the hall with Alice’s eyes following after me- I was so sure!

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I was so weak!

But I wouldn’t die!

Not at all!

I had been on this mountain for three weeks now without food, water or change of raiment.

The pajamas that I wore that very day I left home was the only thing on me.

The dew of heaven had been my source of bath since I got there.

Of a truth, the saying that one should pray so that one wouldn’t pray was a real big advice!
Because I failed in my responsibility as a father and a husband, I knew that only God could have mercy once again and heal my family.

I was clueless about everything!

I had been a man who had desired a very happy home and it had been the case.

I had a really beautiful wife and three intelligently wonderful kids.

All went well until I started cheating on my wife!

Of course that was what it was or what was another name for neglecting one’s own wife and moving out of the house to another to get glued to a ministry?

That was cheating of the highest other!

With her wonderful hat and expensive suits that I bought her for the ministry’s occasion, she would enter my car every Sunday with no complaints.

She would peck me and pray for me

I thought she enjoyed me being away from her….how the devil deceived me!

Oh how clueless I was!

My wife had been blown around like that for a very long time and I didn’t know!

She had gone through the painful stress of chemo and I never knew

The Holy Spirit didn’t tell me

Oh my Father!

She had been the candle in the wind all along.

She had her light up no matter what!

The candle kept on shining and enduring the wind as it blew violently

But the wind was too powerful!

The candle couldn’t stay alive anymore…

It died!

I shuddered at the reality of what was on ground and started to pray again.

“God have mercy!” I cried on

“Go home” the Spirit told me.

I was so conversant with the voice that I was convinced that it was him.

“I should go home when I don’t know whatever my fate is? I should go home when the doctor had dictated the path the destiny of my wife was taking? Obviously not oh Lord!” I cried and tried to hold onto the leg of the Lord as if I could see it so he would replace everything in my wife’s body again.

“Go home” the spirit said again and my heart dropped.

The voice didn’t give me peace!

It was just a wary command and I was shaken.

I fell on the rocky surface again and cried the more.

“Pastor!” I heard that voice faintly and I was shocked!

Who could that be?

That was a feminine voice and how did she get to know where I was?

I tried far into my farm to start on the mountain in it.

Who could have known about it?

“Daddy!” another voice echoed and I was dazed

It wasn’t getting funny any longer.

That was a male voice.

They were running and panting.

“Pastor Idile!” the feminine voice cried out again and I became scared the more.

My resolve was that I would not leave this place till I got news that my wife was well again but those voices were not nice.

The Spirit’s voice wasn’t assuring either.

I stood up and looked towards the north where the voices were sounding from and I saw them coming!

Tony and Precious!

“Tony!” I shouted and he looked at me and started running again

“Daddy!….ah, thank God” he screamed

“Precious, what has happened?” I asked faintly and they came before me.

As if being controlled, they held their knees, panting heavily and trying to find the right words.

I surprisingly had a great deal of patience though my heart thumped so loudly and violently.

Tony looked up and oh my!

The red eyes and nose!

Precious started sobbing and looked up at me

Tears!

I fell to the ground again and resolved that I was going to die on the mountain too.

“Daddy, you have to come with us” Tony said hopelessly and I looked into Precious’ face for moral support but her negative nods killed it all.

“Oh God, why?” I cried aloud, my hands were raised to the heavens.

I shook so terribly but I had no choice!

If I would faint or die, this wilderness would still be the most appropriate place.

Oh God!

“Just go home” the spirit said again.

My heart shattered into different irreparable pieces!

>>>To Be Continued<<<

Source: http://gospelbreed.com/2016/05/candle-wind-episode-15/