HOLY SEX Episode 11
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When his car stops in front of your apartment, you say; “Thanks a lot, Pastor.”
“Now, no. you must call me Samuel.”
“You are my Pastor, Sir.” You notice that you cannot meet his eyes. You are shy, which is not a good sign.
“I am your friend. Call me pastor when we are in the church. Do you not know that Jesus rebuked his followers from calling him Rabi?”
“I know, Pastor.”
“No.”
“Samuel, Sir.”
“Good. I must come in and see your apartment. And pray for you—”
“My mother, Pastor. She must be at home now.”
You wonder why you told him that, as if both of you were conspiring to do something bad about which you wouldn’t want your mother to know. That night and the days that follow, you think less of your friend, Blessing, and more of Pastor Samuel. You know that he is God’s anointed. You recall stories of the blind that can see because of him. Now you believe all of Blessing’s stories about him. You are pleased.
It is a hot Saturday afternoon. You are resting on your bed, your shirt pulled off, watching channel O.
Your phone rings.
“This is Samuel!”
You recognise his voice. You sit up.
“Good day, Sir.”
“I have been having some dreams about you, Zainab.”
You are scared now. “Pastor! Is everything okay? Is anything going to happen to me?” You recall Blessing and wonder if she was kidnapped and used for ritual. You wonder if the same people that did so are after your life.
“What can I do, Pastor?”
“We need to see, Sister. God is talking to me. He is asking me to reach out to you.”
“When can we see, Pastor?” You recall that someone hacked into your bank account using a cash card and withdrew almost all your money. You are afraid that some evil forces might be scheming to ruin you.
“I am at home, Sister. Can you come to my home?”
“I can pastor.”
“I will text you my address. God be with you as you come, Zainab.”
“Amen.”
“May the forces of evil never set their eyes on you!”
“Amen!”
“You shall be prosperous! You shall be married! You shall bless your mother with children!”
“Amen! Amen! Amen, Pastor!”
You hurriedly get dress but do not apply make-up. It’s the pastor’s house. No need to get dolled up. Or is there?
His house is a mansion inside a large compound. His wife and children have gone for a vacation. There is a security man at the gate, who doubles as a gardener. He tells you that the cook will come in the evening, but there is food in the kitchen.
“Do you care for food? Drinks?”
“I am fine, thank you, Pastor.”
‘Come to my room.’ You follow him, clutching your bible to your breasts. His room is large, with a king-sized bed, a bedside lamp, and a reading table. There are three sofas opposite the bed. There is a television too. There is a small table covered with a white linen cloth by the side of the room, like an altar. His bibles and prayer books are on top of it. He asks you to kneel and you do.
He is wearing a robe, tied with a rope. When you kneel, he says:
“Do you understand, Zainab that God works in various ways?”
“Yes, Pastor.” He kneels beside you, and you tremble.
“Have you heard before, of the Priory of Sion?”
“Yes, Sir. I know that they are like a cult, protecting the bloodline of Jesus or something.” You are confued.
“Good. Do you know, Zainab that sometimes while praying, especially in difficult times, you engage in other means to get your prayers to God’s ears?”
“I don’t understand, Pastor—”
He collects your bible and drops it on the altar. He takes your left hand into his and says: “Zainab, you are in trouble. Some forces are against you. You may have been noticing for some time now that you are not progressing as you are supposed to.”
TO Be Continued
