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“The car’s boot was blown up, and the car was in flames. Though unhurt, he came out of the car, saw Doctor Jide with some gadgets, and fled. He didn’t wait to find out what it was. Well-wishers rushed to the scene trying to stop the fire from engulfing the petrol tank. The physicist stopped them. He just sprayed some chemicals, and the fire extinguished.”
“The uncle ran to the police station to make complaints. ‘Did you blow up the car?’ asked the police. ‘With what? I bet you the police don’t have bombs. Then how can I have a bomb? They said you have the capability to manufacture a bomb? So you tried to blow him up, isn’t it?’ ‘Officer, I did nothing of that sort. If a whole God-damned country cannot produce a toothpick, not to talk of producing a pin, bolts, and nuts, then you expect an individual to produce a whole bomb?’”
“Please, officers, don’t ask this type of questions in front of foreigners; they will laugh at you to scorn.’ The grandmother was livid with rage as she quarrelled with her son for arresting her grandson. ‘What will people say? They brought him home so that they can destroy him and inherit his father’s properties. It’s no longer hidden that we use means to extricate him from America.”
“’But, mother,’ protested her son. ‘When it comes to properties, you have, and I have.’ ‘The world doesn’t see it that way,’ began the mother. ‘He was lost, and we can’t fold our hands and be watching. Mother, what do we do now that the baba says there is no reversal? That what he has done, he has done. That trapping him may take a long time to wear off. That if it will ever wear off.’”
“’So we will be in danger all our lives?’ ‘Don’t worry, my dear, we will find a way out,’ the mother assured him. Meanwhile, his childhood friend intervened. He took him to a powerful man of God who broke the spell. He was now able to reestablish a link with his American wife and children. He apologized to his institution for travelling without telling them.”
“I stood in front of his father’s estate, remembering every word he uttered on that day. This morning, nothing is stirring in the estate. I don’t know if he has gone back to the United States of America before the rapture. He coined the word ‘wholly man of God.’ I don’t know whether it is complimentary or mockery, but I can assure you that the ‘mama twins’ and others picked the word from him.”
“Mama twins use the word to mock me. I fearfully glanced backward; there were no insects, not to talk of birds in sight. I now beheld a sight that jolted me. Two children between the ages of three and four years, fair in colour, stood in front of me. You could have knocked me down with a feather. Both of them clad in red robes, with a red girdle to match. I was in awe of these two children.”
“They noticed I was unable to speak; I was paralyzed by their presence. ‘You are on your way to the house of worship?’ asked the bigger of the two in a sweet voice. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘at least I found my voice. There is a bigger, better worship going on today. You could have missed it, but for His grace.’ I fell down on my face and cried, ‘Lord, thank you for your mercy.’ He signalled me to get up.”
“’The world has suddenly awakened from spiritual shimmer. They decided to worship the Lord together.’ I marvelled at His word, where I asked Him with trembling lips, ‘Come and see, we are about two poles to the main roads.’ I fell on my face more than ten times. I rolled on the ground; I stumbled; I got up and fell down again; I got on my knees.”
“I began walking on my knees, looking up in desperation, ‘Lord, have mercy,’ I cried. Eventually, I got to the main road. I saw people streaming down every inch of the road. There were no cars, no presence of security. They sang glorious holy songs of the Lord. And the children said to me, ‘The world has finally awakened from the shimmer of death. Please pardon me for asking.’”
“’Where are the churches, denominationally?’ ‘This is the Church of Christ, all and all. Everybody is called.’ They signalled me to join the flow. And I saw them leading the singing, leading the throng. Songs that made life was a dream to a lot of people. Then I woke up.”
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