#RUNS_GIRL…18+
FINAL….
Episode 50
That morning I woke up very late unlike me.
I looked at the time and it was some minutes after 10.
I hurriedly went to the bathroom to have my bath and prepare for church.
I didn’t know the particular church to attend but I decided to leave everything in the hands of the holy spirit to direct me.
The other day, some group of people on evangelism had given me their pamphlet and invited me to worship with them in their church.
It was from such pamphlets that I learnt about some pastors and selected the church I attended each sunday.
I had attended lots of crusades and deliverance sessions hoping for a miracle but none seemed to be forthcoming.
On this particular sunday I had woken up very late and went to bath. By the time I was through, the time was fifteen minutes to eleven.
The sunday services of most churches began by 9 so I was already late. I hurried my preparation and hopped into my jeep and off to church.
I had barely entered the door to the church when the pastor stopped abruptly in the middle of his sermon and closed his eyes. He mumbled some inaudible words and stopped again.
“Stop there!” He shouted with eyes still closed. I stopped with fear as I wasn’t sure whether I was the person he was talking to or not. I was the only person walking in at that time so I was most likely the one. But then the pastor’s eyes were still closed so I couldn’t tell for sure.
All eyes turned on me and I felt very uncomfortable. In the bid to avoid the prying eyes of the congregation, I continued my walk into the church.
“I said you should stop there!” The pastor repeated making it obvious that I was the person he was talking to. “You’re walking in with legions of demons so stop!”
I stood still in obedience even though my heart had left my chest long ago from shock.
“Confess!” The pastor directed opening his eyes.
He was standing on the pulpit while I stood far off at the back of the church.
I stood still staring at the pastor.
“Come forward,” the pastor directed swinging his hand in a peculiar way. “Come forward and confess.”
There was intense murmuring from the congregation as everybody wanted to understand what was happening. I was too terrified to move not to talk of confessing before this huge congregation.
But then something strange happened when the pastor shouted in a loud voice: “I command you in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth to come forward and confess!”
Instantly an unseen force started pushing me from behind towards the pulpit. I was greatly terrified and tried to resist but could not.
Like an obedient servant I succumbed to the push and was soon standing face to face with the pastor.
“Linda,” the pastor called me.
I looked up with shock. I had never met the pastor before so I wondered how he knew my name.
“confess and be free!” He prodded on.
I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. I was totally blank and confused and was sweating profusely. I was like someone whose tongues were tied and try as I may, I couldn’t utter any word.
Then the pastor tapped my forehead with his right hand and I fell backwards to the ground. I would have hit my head on the slab if not for the timely intervention of his orderly who caught me in mid air and gently lay me on the floor.
The fall untied my tongue and my confessions began. I felt like a boiling kettle erupting as I confessed.
I confessed that I was a runs girl and that everything I owned was a product of runs. I confessed that I once killed a man in the process of runs. I confessed that I had dealings with one babalawo which backfired and caught up with me. I confessed to having s€x with a fellow woman even though it was just once. I confessed everything.
When I was done, I felt this peculiar calmness inside and I knew at once that my miracle had happened…
I got up from the floor and dusted my clothes which were covered with dust.
The pastor looked on at me with happiness and fulfilment.
“Praise the lord!” He shouted at the top of his voice.
“Allelluyah!!” The congregation chorused.
I felt so light and free as though a very big burden had been lifted off my shoulders. My energy was back and the itch in my private part which I was contemplating how to conceal while in church had disappeared.
“Praise the lord,” I shouted out of excitement.
“Alleluyah,” the congregation echoed.
A chair was brough for me in the front row and I sat. I was no longer feeling sick or sore in my private part. That was how I confirmed that the miracle was complete.
The pastor directed that I dispose all the wealth and property I accumulated through runs and start a new and God-fearing life.
I was so grateful to God and to the pastor and accepted to do as he directed.
I emptied my bank accounts and gave the proceeds to the motherless babies home.
I returned five hundred thousand to the woman who was tormenting me via the hotel that linked us up.
I gave out my jeep to a company which displayed cars for hire and I didn’t collect any dime from them.
By the time I disposed off all the wealth I accumulated, I was back to square one if not worse than square one.
But then my happiness was that I was free at last and had my life in front to live.
I didn’t know that one of the policemen who was involved in the investigation of the murder of Ray was in church that sunday I confessed and it wasn’t until the police came two days later to my apartment to arrest me that it dawned on me that I still had a long standing case to answer…
#THE_END…..
NB…Never let any obstacle affect you in
achieving your goal in life once u realized it’s
the best thing for you.
Learn from my mistakes….
