So, as a favour to a friend I owe a lot, I consent to accompany him to a Night Vigil/Special Anointing and Deliverance Session in his church, XYZ. Hmmm, I do not know what the rules of engagement here are. When the pastor holds you by the forehead with one hand, cupping the back of your head with his other hand, are you expected to scream and fall and lose consciousness or something? All I feel are his cold palms reeking of perfume from the House of Mallam, and the combination is not pleasant where my nostrils are concerned. His halitosis also is really something else. Deep inside me though, I feel nothing. Two other church people join him and begin a speaking in tongues rap over me. Saliva-sparks fly everywhere. Mouth odour festival. Oh well, I think I am going to fall anyway. Not because I feel anything spiritual or warefa. I am going to fall simply because - well, lets face it - theres just so much saliva-rain and halitosis-gusts a human being can take...and also because I can see the look of guy, abeg, no fall my hand now; fall! etched all over my buddys face. So, I fall, I fall, into the arms of the two strong men standing behind me. Catch me if you can, and you must o. Oh, if I injure myself while at this, I will deal with you guys in a very special way, friend or no friend. I no come here to injure myself. Selah.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 04:49:03 +0000