Chapter 4 4

I have seen a near perfect work of God, whose body is as white as the wall tiles. I have seen two oversized but firm calabash with two tiny bitter kola glued on them. I have seen a massive hair in between her thigh. I swear, hairs are truly the glory of pussy.

In all my analysis of what I saw, goose bumps overwhelmingly vibrated my spine. I have seen nakedness but never like IJ's spotless and shapely body. Kpọm. A knock on my door alerted me, Steve voice came behind the door.

I opened the door, he handed me over something, and I knew what it was without looking at it. As I was about checking what brand he gave to me, IJ sauntered from the bathroom; I hid what Steve gave me.

"Who was that?" She asked curiously.

"It was Steve; he came to invite me for a drink." I lied.

"Una no de tire?" She asked, drying herself with towel, searching for clothes to wear from her bag.

"You see why I hate staying with strangers.

Me, I sleep stark naked. Now I am searching for what to wear." She found boxers and a yellow singlet, made to go to the bathroom to wear them. "You are still on this stranger's thing. I asked you out, you said no problem, why are you still addressing me as a stranger?"

I asked her feigning angry.

"I don't trust you, that's why."

"I forgot to tell you that my other name is Trust. If fact, I am Trust Iyke."

"You are not serious." IJ teased me and began to laugh airily.

Oh, how beautiful is her laughter. I reduced the air-conditioning and went to the bathroom to bathe. A few minutes time, I was back to the room, she glued and faced the wall after switching off her phone.

I switched off the television, switched off the lights, prayed incongruously, not sure what I was praying about, not even sure if God heard me, but I prayed religiously anyway, asked for forgiveness on my yet to be committed sins. However, I encouraged myself, no matter how lustful and horny I was tonight to be strong for once, and to also respect myself.

In my encouragement, I slept off. I may have slept for a few minutes or a few hours when devil woke me up to remind me I was sleeping with a lady, not just anyhow lady but my Mama Iwota. Then. I became restless, began to noiselessly snail my hand towards her.

At first, I touched her hand, began to caress it. From her hands I went towards her elbow. With my fingertips, I was touching her boobs fearfully and panickedly. She was yet asleep. I drove beneath her singlet to her nipples, circling my hands around it, it began to rise.

She was motionless. I became bold, very bold as my wayward hand continued to caress her, gaining momentum, going down towards her bellybutton deeping my hands into the button, then towards her waist, drawing lines around her boxers' elastic band, going deeper to embrace the hairs that earlier goosed me.

I was now doing it in attempt to wake her up because it is not in my nature to romance a log of wood. Even a corpse could have waken up by those touches. Yet, she was deep in her assumed sleep. I was about pulling her boxers down, she held my hand, turned to whisper to me, 'Iyke, don't start what you can't finish.'

I never knew she was awake all these while.

"Baby, I have never started what I cannot finish." I told her with a calculated boldness.

"Hmm, hmm, hmmmmm, lemme me ooh, just lemme ooh. I know why I am saying this ooh. If I were you, I would sleep." She continued to whisper.

I brought up my head, planted my mouth on hers to shush her. She was less resistance as she relaxed her mouth. Her mouth was a mixture of toothpaste and Guinness stout.

IJ encouragingly responded and held me tight.... As I sat on the chair hearing my name on the blaring speaker, tears uncontrollably began to stream down from my eyes. Nothing could be embarrassing like that, nothing made sense than to allow its free flow. 'What other business do you have with God? If someone who introduced you to Christ could lie and humiliate you in this form, what is your faith for?

There is no more hope for you.' A voice whispered to me. 'Be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the principalities, against the powers, against the world rulers of this present darkness, against the spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.'

A stronger voice assured me. I sat still, made to stand up and leave but my legs were too heavy to be lifted, they were like another person's legs. Those who knew where I sat fixated their eyes on me with indignation. I encouraged myself to calm down until the service was over. I praised God during the praise and worship, gave offering. When the service was over, I left in humiliation.

I called Amara to tell her what happened, she began to laugh, I knew her laughter was to make me feel lighter than how I felt. She said that God is everywhere and could be worshiped anywhere. All I need was to seek his face and know the direction He is leading me to. I was in Power In The Word Church, the church I went for my Bible School.

It was a Sunday service. I have never seen a preacher preached so passionately the way Bishop Ojo Johnson preached. He was talking about accommodating a brother irrespective of his sinful nature. After his sermon, an alter call was made for contributions for their church expansion. I made a pledge of ₦20,000, I had only ₦21,000 in my account but I felt like giving everything to God, to be part of their building project.

From the church's announcement, I heard they were employing pastors, especially those who graduated from their Bible School, they said the interview would be after the service, I stayed back for possible employment. The people conducting the interview did not ask me much, they only looked at me and said, "sorry, we can't employ you."

The feelings of despondent submerged me, I sat down for a while stood and about leaving when Bishop Ojo walked in, he was heading towards his office. He looked at me and asked what I came to do, I told him I came for an interview. He lead me to his massive office. "You don't belong here. God has greater plans for you, and you should not allow anyone or church to cage you. Go and look for a place, even if it's a bus stop, make an altar there and start your ministry from there."

I thanked him, was about leaving when he called me back, he said he wants to be part of this great thing, opened his drawer and handed me an envelope, said I should kneel down for his blessings, I knelt down and he pronounced blessings upon my life and ministry. Tears enveloped me. I opened the envelope on my way home, it was ₦100,000, I cried the more.

God said I should start my ministry in a bus stop near Abraham Adesanya Estate, but a madman had already occupied the building, I made an alter at a corner and started with prayers. As I was preaching, the madman was interrupting me; he said God said I should give him something. I ignored him, he continued to disturb me, I reached out for my pocket, brought out some money to give to him, he said no, God said you should give me something else.

"I don't know what else God said I should give you, but whatever it is, receive it in Jesus name!" This man fell down, began to vibrate and convulse, fear gripped me. As people at the bus stop were gathering to see what I did to the man. Soon, the man jumped up looked at himself dazed, and then wailed; asking what was he doing with these rags? Those people at the bus stop began to shout and praise God. That day, I had over 17 converts. They became my first members...