The meeting

“This is God’s will. The University of Lagos. University of First Choice”, I spelled out in my heart as I walked past FSS, the Faculty of Social Sciences, enthusiastic and gleefully leaping too. “It must be a good place for God to have sent me here”.

I kept walking, determined to know the environment very well before lectures began to hold fully. I soon reached the Pharmacy. As I walked on, I saw, about six metres away from me, a woman, mermaid in fact.

Honestly, she didn’t have a tail or wiggle around. There wasn’t even a water body close. The closest was the lagoon and that was quite far from CITS. On this woman were all forms of seashells, beautiful, adorning her lower body. She had a bikini like top covering her breasts as the shells formed a train to mark her terrain and authority.

My eyes had this tingly feeling as I took in all of her features. I looked around to see if anyone was amazed like I was. No one was because at the next look at her, she was dressed like a normal lady in a green body-con off shoulder gown.

As I slightly rubbed my eyes, I saw her again in the former attire. She had on her a crown embellished with glittery shells. I felt extremely weighty and the distance between us closed. Suddenly, I felt one of my angels pat me on the back, nudging me to keep going without fear. It was as though they held my shoulders in place because I had slumped already. Those six meters were the longest six metres I had ever walked in my life.

Fair skinned, her skin glowed like a model sprayed with shimmer or fairy dust. It glowed like the sands by the shore when hit by the sun. But in reality she had a glowy skin and it was just 9.45pm. This is definitely no human, I thought to myself.

As we closed in (she and myself), I acted completely oblivious but she knew I saw her. As long as we didn’t say anything to each other, she was okay. Her beauty was mesmerizing, even to a lady. As soon as we passed each other, I held my chest tightly as I felt the Holy Spirit nudge me. He was walking with me too but I sensed how sober he was. He was in pains and it was affecting my heart. I felt the pain so much that I began to wail.

Some destinies were going to be destroyed that night and I was even afraid of confrontation. Few minutes ago, I was glad I wasn’t instructed to confront her. But the pain that flooded my heart that God’s precious will for all was thwarted in some people’s lives that night brought me to tears.

This experience was different and the territory too. I told myself I would tread carefully.

I went back to my hostel as soon as I was calm enough to walk. By now, it was 11.20pm.

As soon as I reached, My eyes got tingly again. I was having short breaths and the pain in my heart returned. I began to pray loudly in tongues but I felt weak in my body. The visions came as disquieting flashes in my eyes.

I quickly plugged in my ears with a sermon by Prophet Abraham, The Things Above. I picked up my school notes, wrote my name and courses on them and dropped them in my locker. I came back to bed, still plugged in and slept off. I thought the previous encounter was strange until I went on a journey in my dream and realized I could feel myself, in a dream. Stranger things.

I knew I was asleep in a dream inside the dream. I pinched myself in the dream so I would come back to life in reality (I learnt this in the movie Divergent) but it didn’t work. I was really struggling to wake up because what I saw ehn…

E be things. The story continues

Onaopewapo.

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I was struggling to wake up because what I saw ehn, e pass my mouth. Hanging on the walls of the already peeling walls of Jaja Hall were creeping flying creatures. They looked like small dragons but they were attached to the walls of this hall.

Funnily, people thought of them as aesthetics rather than creatures to be chased away. I shook my head and I walked away. Suddenly, I saw a lady in my department. She was in her second year, a year higher. I met her during my clearance.

In the dream, she held onto a book, a textbook to be precise. But she was speaking to a guy in rags. He looked mad but he spoke clearly and fluently. He acted really normal but I just knew he was very crazy if that’s a way to put it.

I stopped and watched their exchange. Apparently, he gave her the book but he asked her for something. He asked that she allow Him have sex with her, in her dreams. She wasn’t shaken, even as she agreed.

“Yeeeeee”, I screamed internally. “What did you just say yes to? Are you stupid?”. I almost got caught as I stared intently. Moya look away because almost everyone was dressed in rags except the others dressed in white.

I’m pretty sure if you looked from the top at this place, it’d have looked like a chess piece, rags and whites. People moved about like they were pieces in a game.

As I walked on, catching my breadth, I saw a canteen right in front of Moremi Hall. It wasn’t by the side. It was right in front. People walked in and ate. The attendants picked the meals from a main kitchen. I watched as they went to collect every order from the kitchen till God said, “enough watching, go to the kitchen and don’t get caught”.

I should have been scared and even given a side eye but I just went. Upon opening the doors, I saw a shrine. Not the Yoruba film, red and black shrine OOO. The incense burning in the corner, Image in frame hanged in the center, “Healing” water in the other corner, all on a table kind of shrine.

I wondered where all the equipment disappeared to. I could have sworn I saw a proper kitchen earlier. Afi k’olorun sanu.

It was here I almost got caught and started running. I just wanted to leave the dream. I kept struggling, pinching and trying to just wake up till my roommate knocked on the door. The funny thing is, I saw her walk to the door and knock. But I couldn’t stand up until she knocked.

The joy was quickly covered up with confusion and worry. I had a million and one questions for God .

But His response was one…

The Physical is a masked manifestation of the spiritual.

Onaopewapo.

But His response was one. “There are forces that govern every territory and from the day you step into the environment, they become intentional about your choices. Every action is done with strategies and plans. There are no accidental encounters with spirits: good or not. One thing is true. They will try to silence you but remember this.

The words in you are Spirit and they’re Life. Every single word I speak through you is Christ. So when I ask you to speak, do not hesitate.

Trust me when I say there are forces against your soul, trying to pull you down because when they do, they’ll pull millions down with you.

My Spirit will always guide you even as you walk in the University of Lagos.

The charge I give you today is to stand as a watchman on the tower, a priest in golden royal rainment, at the river of whom I am the source, and Draw. As you draw, pour unto the Campus and ensure that it becomes flooded.

Of a truth, you are a channel of that river. Open up and watch how I, the river of living water floods Unilag. Open up, Iyin.

Confusion will arise, the waters might get blurry as the devil will cause it to be unsettled but know this, Love, Power and a Sound mind are instruments with which these mountains are made plain.

Never let a day pass where you’ll be weak. In supplications and prayers, let me know all that troubles you. Never let a day pass without you speaking to me.

Your strength will fail you. Your might will fail. Your power, you don’t even have any. But My Spirit, it’s the only one that’ll never fail.

I give unto you these two olive trees. They are the constant supply of oil in you. They connect to the lamps that guide you. My Lightbearer, Go in peace and watch how Christ rises in this sphere.”

These words came to me in my half-asleep state.

They brought all the calm I needed because Kamapuro Kamajale (to be honest), I was scared. This was no ancestry curse. It was a territorial war. God’s words didn’t only soothe me, they gave me confidence. The Joy that comes with God is a different type. Not even money or food, nothing ever made me feel this way.

I slept with a smile on my face but on waking up by 3, I saw a text informing me of a test by 8am. How? I wasn’t even prepared.

As I read, I began to have crazy thoughts. They were really crazy because I thought I liked my roommates. Emi? Girls? Nibo?

There are forces against your soul, desperate to get a hold of you. Jesus is not just a force, He’s Power, Light Himself.

Onaopewapo

POV: The Kingdom of Darkness

“She knows what we’re up to. She’s not ordinary.”, Atama, Chief of crippling spirits said.

We can’t leave her be. She must bow to us. It’s the season of immorality, our plans must be successful. But How do we stop her?

As I thought of ways, the Crippling spirits thought of ways to attack. Some suggested Money but God already taught her to manage it. Some suggested Friends. She understood the principles. Relationships? She had too many boundaries. Academics? She just started. Exams were far and there was an edge too. Parents? They were intercessors themselves, especially that mother. Business? God taught her too well. She passed the tests for this season already. Thoughts? She was a deep thinker. Thoughts? It helped in her meditation. Thoughts? The perfect entrance.

“These persons were great at inspecting. They found out the crack in her thoughts. She was strongly against off colour jokes but she watched that movie without an outburst. Somewhere in her is accepting the idea. We can work with that. We’ll strike it persistently till she yields to our desires.”

POV: Iyin

I needed to rest a little from all the screening and matric stress so I joined my roommates for a movie. It was really captivating at first till I started noticing some unnecessary scenes. It was as though it was there to buy time. Anyone would understand the storyline without all those mushy mushy scenes. I began to get drowsy where I sat squished between Tomi and Ife. Those two were so keen on understanding every detail and they almost fought because of their opinions on every scene. That was one of the reasons I sat in between them though. The other was because they were so warm. It made me feel at home.

Tomi kept nudging me though. I soon lost interest in the movie especially when I saw that the lead actor had a boyfriend. Eskis me, how did that help him get better at saving the city? He was a hero already before they included that rubbish.

I think it was at this point I totally just went off. I went to my bed and slept off honestly.

This happened three days ago so when the thought that I liked Seyi, the extremely endowed queen of our room came.

I lost it.

It was then I heard that calm still voice say, “It’s not your thought, cast it out”.

I’ve always looked at Seyi, half naked or not. We’re ladies in the same room. I would never think of that. It’s definitely not mine. I cast off the thought and remained still. It was then I knew, even my heart could be corrupted, desperately wicked.

If not for Jesus in my life, I’d have thought I was the one thinking that. Chinekeeeeee! I’m grateful. I actually thought the thought would not return to me till…

At every place where I was exposed to seeing ladies naked, this evil thought tried to creep in and each time, I spoke against it.

The funny thing is, a month earlier, I had sensed a wave of this LGBTQ spirit around the school and I prayed against it with Fiyin.

Is this one of the reasons Jesus was always in God’s presence? A second away and one spirit is trying to convert me to something I wasn’t even made for. Things dey occurrr

I told Fiyin about the thoughts and she said she experienced the same. It was then I understood the attack. It was time to break the altar and the priest servicing this altar.

I had to call on my gees. They were also wrestling against Lust. The devil is a bastard. Is this a joke?

What did God have to say about this though? His response was one.

It’s time to go the traditional way. We’d have to stand as not just watchmen but as Priests and raise an altar of righteousness to displace that of immorality.

Take on the headpiece of salvation, garment of purity, the incense of prayer and worship and the girdle of the Word. But The priesthood wasn’t going to be a one time. It was to be a lifetime process.

It was then it dawned on me that we were Sons but not yet Priests.

It was an awesome process but trust me, with a lot of mountains.

This is where I draw the curtain on the four weeks. See you same time next week.

We were Sons but not yet Priests.

Iyin