“When we entered the altar place,” she began “Pastor Edwin asked me to wait for him in one room. The room resemble office but now look like self-contain apartment because parlour chair, bed and small wardrobe was there.” She pushed beyond the limitations of her fluency to paint a clearer picture. “Mhm?” I followed. “After some time, he came inside the room and said that God show him something.” A reckless driver I had been...

It was the end of the year thanksgiving service- usually the longest church service we have in a year. Different heads and departments would dance respectively to the altar with a crowd of members or visitors accompanying them- Daddy/Mummy G.O and family, pastors, choir department, ushers, intercessors, and even individuals who had booked their special thanksgiving session, prior. At some point, I got exhausted from the hailing and periodic scream inspired in the congregation by...