BEHIND THE FINE FACE
EPISODE 13
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We didn’t have to wait for too long before Prophet U.C. Kenneth arrived at his office. Upon sighting us, Prophet U.C. Kenneth began to speak in tongues. He became very animated, swaying from left to right and screaming at the top of his lungs as if he were communicating with something in the room; something we obviously couldn’t see.
This sight was very familiar.
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Bobby and I didn’t need anyone to tell us before we knew that “they” were in the room with us again. But there was something different about the way Prophet U.C. Kenneth went about this in comparison with how Uncle T did.
It probably had something to do with the different practices, but Prophet U.C. Kenneth seemed more in control of the situation because at intervals, he’d smile and shake his head as though out of pity for what he had in store for whatever or whoever he was talking to (as he continued to stare at; talk to an empty space the whole time).
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Prophet U.C. Kenneth was speaking in tongues.
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“Your hold on her; on them has come to an end today, Success,” he said, when Prophet U.C. Kenneth finally spoke in a language we could understand.
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Bobby and I stared at each other in confusion as to what Prophet U.C. Kenneth must have meant by those words, even though he was still talking.
I was particularly wondering whether or not we were in the right place.
I was wondering if we’d told Prophet U.C. Kenneth that we were choking from being too successful and that we needed “success” (the achievement) to depart from us.
I couldn’t tell for sure, but I bet Bobby must have had the same thoughts.
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“You familiar spirit! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Shouldn’t you have been the one to stand guard over your family, especially your sister’s children? How could you even have formed an alliance against your own?” Prophet U.C. Kenneth blurted, before he switched again, into speaking in strange languages.
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There was something indeed strange about the language Prophet U.C. Kenneth had been speaking. Even though I’ve never spoken in tongues before, I’ve been to various churches; various crusades, over the years, and seen firsthand what praying in tongues looks and sounds like, but nothing about Prophet U.C. Kenneth’s words sounded anything like a prayer.
At first, it appeared as if Prophet U.C. Kenneth was communicating with a single person, or something in the room; someone we couldn’t see but felt was there.
Then it soon transitioned into what now seemed as though he was addressing a large group of people.
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At intervals, Prophet U.C. Kenneth would wait for a probable response before he went ahead and gave one of his own.
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Everything playing out in front of Bobby and me was seemingly a replica of what had happened at Uncle T’s house not so long ago.
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Prophet U.C. Kenneth finally stopped talking; turned to lock gazes with me, and began to advance towards me.
My heart skipped ten beats in more successions than I expected.
It felt like I was going to choke on my own breath.
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I was confused. I was mostly taken aback by the sight of being in the presence of this amazing man of God, and while I wasn’t expecting any attention, I didn’t know what to expect if I did, until now.
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I opened my mouth to speak, probably to tell Prophet U.C. Kenneth that he was advancing towards the wrong person.
I raised my finger as though just about seeking for permission to speak; I began to point toward Bobby; towards Rachael, and back at Bobby. But the more Prophet U.C. Kenneth advanced towards me, the more I felt paralyzed, unable to speak or move any of my body parts.
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Now this was strange. “Is this what being star-struck feels like?” I thought to myself.
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Prophet U.C. Kenneth finally got to me and halted right in front of where I’d now been rooted to. He smiled upon seeing how much I was sweating, even in his freezing-cold office’s hallway.
Prophet U.C. Kenneth dramatically raised a finger, and for some reason, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of his finger. I followed this finger with my eyes until it landed on my forehead, and that was when I lost it.
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I became overly animated and overly aggressive, and I suddenly possessed the strength of a thousand men put together.
I didn’t know why, but everything about Prophet U.C. Kenneth suddenly repelled me so much.
Then I began to speak in a strange language; a language I didn’t understand myself until Prophet U.C. Kenneth commanded me to speak English.
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“Leave me alone, Kenneth, leave me. How does this even concern you? Do you have to show yourself, every time? I already told you just now, to let this one be; he is a lost course.”
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I hear myself talking, but everything I am saying is gibberish to my ears.
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I was uttering those words, but nothing about them made any sense to me. I had no idea what I was talking about, but it didn’t sound like it because I spoke with a lot of purpose, a lot of disgust, and a lot of hate and anger.
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I could no longer see anyone else in the room at this point.
My eyes were fixated on Prophet U.C. Kenneth, and at this rate at which everything about him irritates me, I think for the first time in his life, he has met his match.
To be continued…
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Moshood Avidiime
