TE CONTAINER -EPISODE 8

“Good evening daddy, he greeted as he gently shut the door behind him.

“Ha! My dear brother! You are welcome. Please have a seat. He said as he signaled to a deep blue chair at a corner of the room.

Daddy, Folakemi is my wife! He blurted out almost immediately as he sat on the chair, rubbing his hands together.

“Interesting! He said, nodding his head as he looked thoughtfully at him. So what are the convictions you had about it and have you talked to her about it?

“Yes sir, I have tried to talk to her about it but…
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She quickly switched on the flashlight on her phone as she flashed it across the room in fear.

“I soak myself in the blood of Jesus! I cover myself with Holy Ghost fire!! She declared as she stretched her hands to the side table and brought out the mantle that the pastor prayed on during the last “Ignite” power service as she rubbed it over her head, and other parts of her body.

Iru ala wo leleyi bayi olorun! (What kind of dream is this oh Lord!) Ha!
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At the sound of the closing alarm bell, she quickly packed her bag and dashed out of the office. She had called pastor mike earlier that she would be coming over to see him. The dream had been a confusing one, which had kept her absent-minded and dull since morning; but now, she needed an interpretation to the dream and deep prayers from the man of God.

Traffic was a bit heavy as it was now “rush hour”. She frowned as she glanced at her watch, it’s getting late now. She placed a palm on her forehead as she hissed slightly.

As she was about to move her car to the other lane, a taxi coming in full speed, wanting to beat her to it, bumped into her.
“Oloshi! Ti o ba fe ku, sunmo egbe kan o. shey oju e fo ni? Abi o ri motor mi ni? (Wretched fellow, if you want to die, shift to another side. Are you blind that you couldn’t see my car?) He cursed her as he drove past.

Ha! All these drivers sef, if you don’t want to talk, they will want to deep their hands in your mouth. I mean, he was in the wrong and yet he still have the audacity to curse me? E gbami! I won’t say anything, because I have more pressing issue at hand. She said to herself angrily as if someone was in the car listening to what she was saying.

“It’s a year since she started driving “Officially” and most times when she sees her friends who drives and curses taxi drivers, she felt they took it overboard and that they should try to control their emotions and let things slide. But now that she’s faced with the reality herself, cursing them sef is an understatement because some of them just drive as if they are blind and worst of is they will be claiming one right. Lord, sha help me to just keep quiet, because all these people will make me sin against you. She prayed as she remembered what the driver that drove past did and said.

She parked outside the black gate of pastor mike as the gate-man opened the gate for her and greeted her. The aroma coming from the kitchen caused her stomach to leap for joy as she walked past the lawn to the main door.

It was Gideon, pastor mike’s son that answered the door as she stepped into the beautifully decorated sitting room.

“Good evening daddy! She greeted as she went down her kneels

“God bless you my sister, we have been expecting you since. Honey? Sister Folakemi is here o

It’s the traffic sir, she sat down opposite the chair facing the one daddy was sitting.

“So what’s the dream all about? We were worried about you because of the fear and concern I could hear from your voice.
She adjusted herself on her seat, daddy, I only want to do the will of God and not my own. I tried to believe that it was due to the stress over the weekend and the stress from work that brought about the dream, but when I thought of it more, I couldn’t see any correlation between the stress over the weekend or work and the dream.

“So, I saw myself being chained to the ground with some other women and ladies and I saw that we were being oppressed but what I saw was a spirit, it wasn’t human, that is oppressing us. And before me was a big mango tree, I saw that it was already ripe, but there was an embargo placed on it so that no one could touch it, talk less of plucking and eating it.

But as I was struggling, with the chain, I heard a voice close to the tree and when I looked I saw Tola. Bro Adetola. As she pronounced the name, she remembered that she had been seeing him frequently in church; it wasn’t until she asked the welfare coordinator that he made her understand that bro Tola had been a regular church member. Bro Tayo, the welfare coordinator was even surprised that she doesn’t know him.

“That was the dream sir. She finished off with a nod, looking directly into the pastor’s eyes for clues to this dream.

To be continued…
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Written by: Tolulope Dabo