“Any Pastor Wey Dey Look Me Bad Eye as If Him Sef Be Saint, Na God Go Punish Am” I imagined myself grabbing her waist and moving mine in and out like I usually do in the other room. It felt like a pleasant heavenly dream until I was awoken with a violent slap. The building had gone quiet. I was faced with an angry and disgusted woman who had just slapped me. Pastors rushed...

“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...