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I'm really enjoying this story. Abeg more updates

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Nice story

Op, no make vex for u ooooo, this update is talking too long to come. Wetin dey happen Na?.

Update

Sure sure na been busy. Today thank you everybody

Awwn, I started this late. Adding this to my reading list

As soon as i was released and back into the streets, a ordinary man to the eye, but a spiked up spirit spiritually. I would later discover that, i could do wonders that opened the mouth and leave people in awwe. How i know. I was heading back home relaying my encounters and my experience with the Occultic men, their man that died that only me could see, handing me his regila, a regila of a dead man. Someone that committed suicide should be creepy enough. The said regila held the smell of the person that died and in that atire, i was to attend occultic meetings with the rest of the pack. I passed a shortcut which was another street but it led faster to the street my unmaintained church sat and then, a came upon a house where people gathered, a very very distraught Lady which happened to have lost her child by drowning, the boy drowned and they did all they could to revive him but no luck. He laid there lifeless as cold as a corpse, because at that point that was exactly what he was. Incould see an array of other boys that had brought him body home to his mother and a host of all other people. I was going to just pass when i suddenly felt very very confident like someone that just had a drag of marijuana for the very very first time. I suddenly felt like i knew what to do and was very sure of myself. I approached the crowd and asked for the boy to be brought to me. At first nobody took me serious and the men that lived in the house almost lynched me but i stood on my ground and spoke into the Ahuja that i carried and everyone could hear me.

I said the boy didn’t die. I told everyone to shut it that-the boy was only sleeping. I stood my ground, the boys father rushed me with blows in frustration. I was able to boobbb 3 of the blows but one of them caught me on the lips and i bled, but I still remained stood on my ground till the boy was brought to me. They promised they’d beat the heal out of me if the boy didn’t wake up like i said he was sleeping. They put him on a mat and he laid there lifeless. I asked for his name they told me.

before i said anything, in my mind i first called on the name if the occultic god in the cult group, told him to assist me like they explained to me. Like saying a short fast prayer in your mind kinda thing then i touched the boy on the neck and called him by his name.

Uche, oya stand up the one wey u sleep don do. Come go buy food for your papa.. at first nothing happened then the boy coughed out water from his nose, mouth and regained his body and sat in his Back. First 20 minutes of this demonstration between me and the boy’s formerly lifeless body, people scatter, everybody tear race, shops closed, doors slammed, it became a case of eni ori yoor odi ile! Plenty commotion, first twenty minutes.

fasinitating, nxt op...

As as people gathered again and were marveling at the fact that i had performed a miracle.. everybody just dey talk their own. People were looking at me in awe and the boys parent almost disbelieving. My phone rang from the den. Then the voice on the other end spoke and asked me if i believed in the brotherhood now that i had seen a demo.. demo? Wait did this happen coincidentally so they could show me how powerful the den was? Then the voice continued and said my ministry will be so famous and Large but I’d have to abide by just the rules of the coven and live strictly by it through my ministry. Then they said the bulk of members in the brotherhood had in unison sent me a welcome bonus to the hood and they’d be in touch soon. The call dropped. I finally managed to escape from the teeming crowd and found my way back into my church. Three “ghanna must go bags of raw hundred dollar notes!!! It just sat there on the flooring of the altar. I took the bags into the inner chamber of the church and locked it in. Earlier in the day, i had took part of the cash, exchanged it at a bureau de change in town, paid for a lexus Jeep that the glass was tinted all through. At midnight, i drove back to my church premises. I parked, i then through the back extract the bag and placed it int the back of the car swiftly and successfully. I got into the car again and road silently away into the night. Lekki here i come!

This is fascinating
riceandplantain2.0
i dey glued

Op, nice update, but the pastor mess up, he should know that he has power from God not the occult people. For him to see that body show that God was with him, the occult want to use him for their own satisfaction.
Update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Update oooooooooo......

Happy xmas eve......

Getting to Lekki, i just couldn’t buy a house like that. I had to have a financial record okay. I rented a service apartment and lodged the money there with me. I would for a while run my church from here. I maintained a low profile even so and drove around in my Lexus Suv. I did a wardrobe over haul, smart trendy and in vogue designer wears and shoes. I bough more sneakers than i did shoes i was going to Lead a church through the den and i should be able to do that with some style, swagger, aura and calmness. I knew now that I had to put on the body language of a man of God called or uncalled. I lived from the said apartment and was looking out for a church space. Before I eventually got a call back from the land agents i put on alert, i spent my days, indoors, leading online-church for my online audience that at the time the people i followed were more than the number that followed me back. But i still held sessions and gradually i even up the score of people that I followed and followed. Now the interior had changed, i had an iphone now, a car, and money. Formerly, i went on instagram live and sometimes people didn’t even view it. But because of camera quality, fine background scenes or scenery and an ac imprisoned skin and the power that i now held, my followers gradually increased but it still wasn’t anything to wrote home about.

The agents got in touch again, they’d found me 3pots of land in a very good area of the island. I inspected it, paid for it the same day and the church building began. The same day, the Den got in touch and asked me to suspend any building plans until the place was fortified. That same night, i received men in two’s ranging up to thirty men in their twos.. units by units, they arrived at the land location. Then something I didn’t know was buried by the thirty men in their twos. On the land. What they did was ask me to stay outside where I wouldn’t be able to see what was buried. Then they provided a hand trowel and buried whatever it was that was in their possession that till today I couldn’t tell what it was. They asked me to leave the piece of land for a week and not even step mu foot there. I obeyed and by the end of the given duration, i visited the place, erected a signpost of my church’s name and the logo was craftily structured in a way that the logo of the Cult could be clearly visible but no attention would be paid. An eagle, giving shade to 2 serpents. It took the shape of a crucifix.

Op, nice one.
More!!!!!¡!!!!!¡!!!!!

Op, wetin dey happen na? No update again

Omo this guy can write, well done bro.

Good job � keep it up

wow

Church building plans began and because it would take a while to complete, i had a temporary church Structure done on the same land. So i could worship there till the church building completed. I used modern canopies, filled the insides with plastic chairs, brought in an interior decor, bought keyboards, mixers, foreign/imported made church speakers, bought imported and quality microphones, wireless and wired. Just like I did in the old church at Ondo. It was a tent, it cost a lot, and inside was cool. The air conditioning in the temporary erect church was wheezing and crying. Then the next Sunday, i had planned to go ahead and hold service. 8am that morning, people came from the area like they’d be attending my church before. Before i knew, the tent hall was filled with about a hundred persons and more were arriving as the service went on. I didn’t let it seem obvious, i went with the flow.. i ran the service as a one man band. By the end of service that morning, i had a tent filled to the far end, then I had just a few people lurking outside too.

The monday of the week that followed, inwanted a different Sunday service, that means a wanted a full functioning church. I had no choirs, the last Sunday i sang, i preached, and basically did everything. This Sunday had to be different. I thought i just had no time to put together or grow a choir. I reached out to some people in the industry and i secured the services of a choir group. I hated weak choir songs alot. . These choir i hired they could sure sing. I disliked choirs that sang like they were mourning. Or choirs that repeated the same old tuney songs. Or choirs that their fist worship song was the old dull and dragey

“Baba Baba Baba Babaaaaaa Eshey o Baba, Eshey o Baba awadupe baba”

Puke!!

Or choirs that their first sing of prAise was

“Kaaaaaaabiesi ooo oshey ooo”

this tuney lines makes me wonder everytime the lead mistress vomits that on the mike. Thats when the drummers will now be showing power. Like wtf?? I made all of that clear to the rented choirs and they took my pointers into considerations. Next Sunday, I drove into the church premises and more people had joined the numbers from last week. The rented choirs led the worship, I couldn’t believe my ears, at first I thought, probably someone played a tape through the church speakers, i walked in to the church, and the choirs were bossing the tunes. The combo of rented hands working peeer to peeer to create the kind of tunes that The angels in heaven will feel challenged.

ministry is moving to permanent site, more to learn here, thanks for the update bro.

its been a while............ Next op

Bukolaberry:
ministry is moving to permanent site, more to learn here, thanks for the update bro.

bro

haakeem2:
bro

it's same dodo now, or is dodotwo a she ?

Mehn

More!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nice one Dodo

Am here already bro.

Waiting

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People from inside lekki, Leki Ajah amd axis, they made up the numbers in my church. I walked into the church and joined the service. I was wearing a double denim outfit. A Nike Court Vision Mid sneaker that sold for hundred dollars. The afro on my head was well carved and i smelled of the most expensive perfume i could lay my hands on. The guy that led the ever buzzing choir was actually amazing. Every thing, song for song, tune to tune sounded like an mp3 recording. That had been mixed and polished with autotune Very melodious i could visibly tell. As a Pastor that i had become, I had a ear and a knack for good music as in my earlier church days when i was younger and under the care of my parents, and we went to church, i was always pissed by the way the choir led the service of Songs On Wednesday, and on Friday, Sister loveth & Chiamaka, they coordinated the disciples of church choirs on Friday fir choir practice and on Saturday too.. then on Sunday when you join the praise or worship you’d wonder if they didn’t eat before they left home. But all of that was in the past now. The ushers that i rented too, they did their jobs respectfully well and i was impressed. But the plan was to do away with them as time went on and people volunteered and ofcourse they would. Then going by the arrangements of service, i was ushered in by the choir to preach the word and lead the service on.

I mounted the altar in all swaggerness and composure,
All i just had to do was to walk to it while people ushered me in with claps in the gloriousness of the lord. On the Altar, my apple tablet sat there elegantly, i unlocked it and tapped on Bible in the menu that looked at me boldly from the screen. The rented camera men were placed in strategic positions in the church too and all eyes and lenses were in me at that moment. Before i said a word, i looked around inside the tent i set up as a temporary structure and from where i stood, I looked far to the longer stretch of the church I couldn’t see the far end because it was covered with teeming people. This particular Sunday, the head count was up to three hundred people. Hmm.