“Every scorpion that is biting you from the pit of hell, in the name of Jesus die by fire!” The Man of God thundered.
Linus snuck a look at the man, he was sweating profusely; his faded black shirt soaked to his singlet.
“Pray brother!Pray! The forces of darkness will not prevail!! Prayyyyyyy!”
Linus’ knees were getting sore, he’d been kneeling for almost two hours. Why had he listened to Chris? Why had he even told Chris about his little problem? He could have solved it without this histrionics. Deliverance indeed!
First the Man of God had told him to ‘abstain from food for at least three days before the deliverance session’
Three days ke? He’d wanted to ask.
Instead he’d nodded dutifully. And he hadn’t fasted.
Then the man of God had insisted that the deliverance session be held in his house.
“Why?”he asked bluntly.
“The spirit of the Lord ministered it to me. Your house it must be.”
“What about my neighbors?”his thoughts flashed to Sewe,the girl he’d been toasting for six months; what would she think of him?
“The power of God is unstoppable.Where the spirit of God is, there’s liberty. Your neighbours will benefit from it too.”
He gave in because he saw that the man wasn’t going to give up.
“So tell me whag the problem is exactly. Do not lie to the spirit of God. Remember Ananias and Sapphira,” the man of God warned.
Linus felt the blood rush to his face. He was expected to blab about his private life to the man? Why couldn’t they just pray and forget about it?
“Er…I thought you knew. Didn’t the spirit of God minister to you about it?”he asked stalling.
The Man of God blinked and fixed him with a steady stare.
Here they were, a week later in house, actual going through with the deliverance session. He was self conscious as the man screamed and jumped calling down God’s fire on the demons inhabiting in Linus’ body.
Get it done with already! Linus screamed within him. He had to keep dodging the spittle that flew at him from the man’s mouth.
I’ll kill Chris!he thought.
“Get out now! Now! In the name of Jesuuuusssss!”
Before Linus could blink he felt a huge slap on his forehead and next thing he knew, he was lying flat on the floor.
“Yes! Victory!” The man of God jumped in triumph.
A splitting headache suddenly developed in Linus head and he felt the rage boil within him as he struggled to his feet.
“Die! Die!”the man of God released another set of spittle on his face and pushed him back to the ground, “Let him go! Loose him and let him go! Now!”
Now Linus was really angry. His blood boiled with rage. No one, no one ever took advantage of him.
As he rose to his feet, he saw the Man of God’s hand reaching out to him again and this time he dodged and plunged headlong into the man’s stomach.
While Linus was a heavily built six feet two, the man of God was a shrivelling five feet six. It wasn’t difficult to tackle him to the floor and start pummeling.
“You’re mad! Nonsense! I will kill you today! Useless pastor!”
“E joo, please!”
“Let your spirit of God help you now! Fake pastor!” Linus panted in between blows.
“Chei! I want to piss oo! Ah…it is not spirit of God oo! Abeg!”
The neighbors gathered and from the corner of his eye, Linus saw Sewe staring at him with a smirk on her face.
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