Chapter 2
Years Of Agony 😢
I was initiated into lesbianism by my school mother those days in secondary school .
I have been strongly possessed that even after my initiator repented, I still found solace in the arms of female. The sight of any man detest me.
So that afternoon, as I was running away from the stranger that followed me, I realized at a point that he was also running after me. So I stopped.
On turning, I saw a tall, dark, young man dressed in black suit and tie. I wondered why such a gentle man would behave the way he did that afternoon.
When he saw that I have turned, he stopped running and walked instead.
“Why are you following me?”. I quarrelled.
He didn’t reply until he got closer to me.
“I should be asking you that, why are you running?”. He asked.
“Okay, I’m here now, what do you want to say to me?”.I asked.
He smiled.
“Actually, I’m pastor Sunday, by name, I am a guest minister in the program that is ongoing in this town for three days now,”
I sighed.
“How is that supposed to be my business?”. I asked.
“Good question. When I drove passed you, I saw something like a thick cloud, surrounding you. Sister, you have been caged by the devil, but the good news now is that, the lord ministered to me, he said I should tell you that your days of agony is over”. He announced.
I shook my head. This people think they can deceive me again. I am wiser now
I have suffered so much in the hands of prophets and pastors. I was duped of all the money I worked for, during the time I was a cashier. I deposited all into the account of a particular prayer house, whose pastor had deceived me into believing they were praying and fasting for my deliverance.
“As long as you bring in your full salary into this house, every month, before the end of this year, you will look for that problem and see it no more”. He had said.
I kept my part of the agreement, transferring my salary at the end of every month to the prayer house, keeping nothing back for my upkeep, not to talk of to buy drugs for my sick father. Yet, nothing changed and I still lost the job.
I looked the man standing before me straight in the eye.
“You’re talking to the wrong person, pastor, I’m jobless, I cannot pay you, okay?”.
With that I turned to leave, but his next word made me paused a bit.
“I never asked you to bring a penny, salvation is free”.
I smiled and started walking away. I know those men too well, there’s nothing free with them, they must in one way or the other, take something from you.
“We’re having a crusade tonight at Kingdom gate, not too far away from here, you’re invited”. I heard him, saying, but I didn’t turn until I reached home.
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#Story from Joy Ifunanya’s story room.
