Sister Kamara
©Vivi Oluoma
Episode 1
My name is Chikamara. Friends call me Kamara but my sisters in the Lord call me sister Kamara. That “sister” makes a lot difference. Forget about my friends, lets discuss about my sisters in the Lord and the fellowship where I worship.
I am a member of one of the known fellowship on campus. We are known as “holiness preachers,” so we have less member when compared to the grace preachers or prosperity preachers.
I am a worker, and I render my service in the choir unit.
Lets go back a bit…
I’m not just any worker, I am a chief chorister in the choir unit. That is to say, I’m the “Personal Assistant” to our choir director.
If I say I’m like a pillar holding the choir unit, hope you won’t judge and call me proud? Because I am indeed the pillar holding the choir unit.
“Sister Kamara, you’ll lead the Tuesday Bible Study chorus.
Sister Kamara, you’ll be the lead soloist for Wednesday prayer night.
Sister Kamara, you must spend your holidays in school because you’re the strong hand we have.
Sister Kamara this, sister Kamara that.”
What do you call that? So you see why I said that I’m like a pillar holding the choir unit.
I feel someone saying, “but God can raise up stones for himself.” Yes, but not when I sister Kamara is in charge.
My voice is not just melodious, it heals broken heart.
Hmm, it’s a little strange that I’m the one telling you this. Some persons will say – only others should praise the qualities in you.
But this is my story, a complicated one also, and nobody knows how deep it is but me.
So lets continue…
I have a voice that will not just drop your jaw but will actually make you drop a saliva while staring in awe.
I have a way of making the people under my ministration a slave to my voice.
“She’s proud and doesn’t even sound like a christian at all” – maybe that’s what you’re thinking now.
To almost everybody, I was one kind of spiricoco sister, so I don’t care what you think shaa.
But am I a Christian? Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon. Just very soon before I drop my ink for today.
Lets continue…
So I have a way of making you a slave to my voice. All choir brothers loves me a lot but I’m not quite certain about the sisters especially the treble sisters. Maybe because I was always taking the lead songs.
“She carries anointing!” That’s what everybody believes except Bro Paul.
He was the former student pastor but now a graduate.
I hate that name and I hate the bearer.
`Don’t give me that look please.
Alright, stop guessing about my christian faith.
I am not a christian, not even a believer.
I am an agent of darkness. A demonic agent, some will call it. I was sent to destroy this “holiness fellowship” and that’s why I joined the choir unit because they are the heart of the fellowship.
Alright, now you know that I’m on a mission, but anyway my fellowship have no clue.
My choir master thinks it’s the Holy spirit that posses me each time I minister. No better way to explain the miracles that happen under my ministration.
°Miracles doesn’t show the presence of God. Remember, Lucifer was an archangel before his dethronement.
Don’t judge me, since Christians have failed to keep in watch their souls, we are here to help keep a watch on it though to their doom! Hahahaha.
Let’s continue…
I have succeeded in blowing the wind of coldness into some important units, like the prayer and the evangelism unit. That’s why people jump and jubilate during worship but sleep during pastors ministration.
I am agent Kamara.
Oops, sorry, I mean – sister Kamara.
Anyway, whatever.
Wait for the subsequent series, watch me propagate the kingdom of darkness. Watch me pull down this “holiness fellowship.”
Hahahaha.
To be continued
Sister Kamara
©Vivi Oluoma
Episode 2
Each lyrics that left my mouth were arrows of seduction and coldness being set into the heart of people. I sent them depending on individuals weakness.
They were jumping and jubilating, singing and humming to the dangerous melody of my voice.
Just then, I sent an arrow of seduction to the back, near the maintenance unit. It was for the assistant head usher. I have seen his weakness – women.
And just with the speed I sent it, it came back to me even in a greater force.
How could it be? I raised my face fiercely and met Bro Paul’s face hard on me. I quickly diverted my gaze. I have never been a match for him.
His eyes on me caused my palm to burn greatly. I had to constantly change the microphone from one hand to another as I felt it was going to drop.
I didn’t mean to send an arrow his side. I can never make that kind of mistakes. He was sitting at the other side, how did he get there so fast without my notice?
The fire was getting to all my body. I needed to do something, if not I’ll start manifesting.
I did a quick eye search for the moderator, and immediately our eyes met. I controlled him with my charm and made him to come for the mic and continue with service even before the chorus time elapsed.
Immediately he started heading towards the altar, I dropped the microphone and ran back to the choir seat.
Throughout the period of the message, I couldn’t operate so well in causing people to start feeling dizzy or to cause their mind to wander off because I was quite weak after the earlier encounter.
I was hurt and will need time to heal. After the Tuesday Bible Study, I saw Bro Paul discussing with Bro Uwen, my choir director.
Although I was very weak but I need to know what the discussion is about. So I used the remaining strength in me to connect to their environment. So from where I sat, I could hear their conversation. I rested my head on a seat pretending to be praying.
Bro Uwen, how is the choir unit work going? Bro Paul inquired.
Oh, I thank God Sir. In fact, I thank him more for sister Kamara, God is really using that sister to touch a lot of lives, Bro Uwen replied.
Sister Kamara, sister Kamara, Bro Paul called out repeatedly. You need to be watchful and prayerful Bro Uwen, Bro Paul said under his breath, looking down.
What? I didn’t get you Sir?
You must be careful, be prayerful Bro Uwen, now Bro Paul’s face was up and hard on Bro Uwen. You must go back to your secret place and ask God to open your eyes and give you a discerning spirit. If not, many things will go wrong under your administration.
With that Bro Paul took his Bible and left leaving the semi-confused Uwen.
What’s this brothers problem ni? Why is he bent on pouring sand inside my garri. He’s a graduate na, so why won’t he just leave and let us be ehh? I was furious. I will surely be needing a greater power from mother superior to face him.
Bro Uwen still sat, ruminating on Bro Paul’s word. I need to cut him off from whatever he’s thinking. I stood up and approached him.
Hello paapa…
Look out for the following series.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Are you a leader reading this, please do pray for a discerning spirit. Try every spirit if it be of God.
God bless you.
To be continued….
