Pastor Oluwashola

No matter how you are, good or bad, you are mine.

And I am yours.

You are working your magic on me.

Only yours.

Ever since I met you, my heart blossomed like a flower. 

What is going on inside of me?

What is going on inside of me?

What is this called?

What does this magic hold?"

Well, I left my room and hurried to the dining room. There, I saw a plate on the dining table that was already covered. Curiously, I went to open the plate and I found some mouth watering salad. Beside the plate was a bottle of water and some dates. I quickly washed my hand and started eating.

I was still eating when I heard my phone ringing from my room. At first, I wasn't bothered as I was focused on the food. The salad was a very delicious one and I can't describe how tasty it was. But my phone started ringing continuously till my attention was distracted. So as to be able to come back quickly got the dining room and continue with the delicious meal, I quickly ran to my room to pick my phone and I nearly fell down on the way. I'd reached the dining room when I checked who the caller was, it was my mom. I dropped the call and called her back.

Normally it is part of my attitude to always drop my mom's call whenever she calls me. Then, I will call her back. I do this to save her credit balance. Since she would not allow me to sub for her, then I should not waste the one she does for herself. 

"Hello." She said after picking my call.

"Hello, Ma'am." I replied her.

"Where were you before?" She asked. "Why were you not picking my calls?"

"Actually I was charging my phone inside, Ma'am." I lied.

"Okay. Why were you not in church today." She asked.

That was when I remembered that; that day was a Sunday. I was shocked and at same time, I did not know what to say.

"Actually I was invited to a concert Ma'am." I lied.

"So, you mean abandoned church because of a concert!" She yelled. "If you won't stop this nonsense, I won't let you attend any show again."

"It is not what you think, Ma'am." I replied. "Actually I was invited to a church."

"A concert at a church?" She asked. 

"Exactly, Ma'am." I replied. 

"Do you mean you've been to a church to sing your worldly song?" She asked. I noticed anger in her voice.

"No, Ma'am." I replied. "Actually, I went there for gospel music."

"Gospel music?" She asked. 

"Yes Ma'am." I replied. 

"When did you start that?" She asked "You don't use to sing gospel music before this time."

"You know a new thing usually happen in a new day." I replied. " You know you were not born a chef, you started cooking one day an now you are the best cook in the world. We ghat to start something one day na."

"It's okay." She said. "I've had enough of your preaching and teachings. Pastor said I should tell you that you should should make all effort to meet him before the end of today."

"Alright, Ma'am." I replied. "No problem. "

"And, let me know when you get back from his place." She said.

"Is that necessary?" I asked. 

"Are you trying to question me?" She asked as well.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am." I said and then dropped the call. I stared at the ceiling for a while, wondering what the Pastor might be calling me for.

Pastor Oluwashola Olaoshebikan was one in a million. Her is that kind of pastor that will not speak unless he hears from the holy spirit. And when he says he wants to see you, it would be of a serious purpose. 

Being a Seraphim has helped him a lot as he he had fought many unseen spirits and demon. I've witnessed with my eyes, many amazing miracles from him yet he is a very poor pastor. He was as poor as a church rat, even a church rat would be considered richer than he is. To make matter worse, he doesn't accept gifts from anyone. Many people have offered him a lot of money but he will never accept them from everyone.

The last time I offered him a cheque of fifteen million naira, he said the holy spirit asked him not to accept it from me.

I wondered what he wanted to see me for. I continued eating my food as cold as it had now become. And after eating, I went to pick up my car key to embark on my journey to the Pastor's house.

I arrived the Pastor's house around thirty minutes after four o'clock. Outside his house was this significant figure, a cashew tree that has spent over sixteen years in the spot. As rumour would have it, what was heard was that he has turned a demon to that tree.

They said a young man who had been possessed by demon for over five years had been brought to him. The boy had been taken to many churches before they brought him to Pastor Oluwashola but none of the Pastor's had been able to get the demon out of him. People said, a particular pastor even died in the process and since then no pastor came forward to help him again.

But when he was brought to my Pastor, my Pastor battled with the demon with the help of the Holy trinity. We were even told that some witches appeared to the Pastor in his dream and warned him strictly that he should not make any attempt to help the boy. But my Pastor feared no one. He battled with the demon and in the end, he turned the demon to a tree.

I approached the door and gave a knock. 

"Peace be upon the dwellers of this house." I greeted. 

"Peace be upon the visitor." I heard the Pastor reply from inside. "Please come in."

I entered the house and saw the Pastor going through his bible with his eye glass. I wondered if the eye glas was recommended or "Shako-mended" (as we call it in the Yoruba land.) Actually, Shako-mended is a term we use when we realised that someone uses a particular thing, probably a jewellery to make it go along with his dress.

"Good afternoon sir." I greeted. 

"Good afternoon, my son." He replied my greeting and raised his eyes up from the bible for the first time to look at me. I discussed that he was shocked when he saw my face.

"Did you eat that food?" He asked, with fear in his voice.