The Muslim Cleric from the last post gave me some items, to put under my pillow and put at specific junctions.
I obey his instructions to the letter until I totally let disbelief “bring out the best in me.”
At that point I trashed them all and sought the Ibadan Pastor.
So Uncle Ex like many other Christians I used to know had prophets on call. Seers who they sought “what God said from.”
There is was one in Ibadan he had taken me to years before. Ibadan, was a town I wasn’t familiar with.
Despite this, I found my way to that town and that church. How I got there is still a mystery to me as I had only been to that church and that town once. I also went there in a private car so the public transport route, I ought not to have known. I guess it is true that the mind works in great ways when put under pressure.
It was a kind of counseling day and I got there early, luckily I met the “Shepherd” I sought to meet. He was surprised to hear of the developments and promised to talk to Uncle Ex for me.
Off I return to my base.
A few days later, Ibadan Shepherd calls with not so good news.
Work continues, life continues, then I decide to attend the Synagogue Church.
The TV broadcasts of that Church used to be widely tuned in and believed by dwellers in the towns Uncle Ex and I resided.
Uncle Ex also believed in the Leader of that movement. He had mentioned that if “the Man of God” talked on our issue, he would listen.
So off I prepare to go to Lagos and to the Synagogue………….