THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 1, (unedited).

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"Why are you all quiet and staring at me like that?" Nnamdi asked, smiling. "Don't worry, I am
not dying yet." He told them, laughing and that was when he saw a sudden ray of hope on their
faces. They all breathed heavy sighs of relief.

"Ha! Thank you, Jesus..." They board members said, one after the other with exhalations.

"Oh, you people were thinking i was going to die?" He asked laughing and that was when they
all found the strength to laugh as they all expressed their fears and feelings.

" I felt so heavy in my heart while you were talking, I was almost crying." One of the board
members said.

"Exactly how I felt, in fact, tears already clouded my eyes and rolling down my cheeks." A
woman concurred with the first person that spoke as everyone talked about how they felt and
reacted.

"Honestly, I thank God I am not hypertensive. The way my heart jumped and was beating very
fast, by now, you people should been rushing me to the clinic to resuscitate me.." One of the
elders said.

"Really, did I sound like someone who's dying soon?" The surprised Nnamdi asked and all of
them affirmed it then he apologized for unknowingly messing with their emotions and also
appreciated their love and concerned for him.

They later proceeded with the meeting and a date was fixed for the disclosure and introduction
of his successor, first to the board members before making it known to the general assembly
and with that, the board meeting was brought to an end...

Johnson bought some nice stuffs for Jayson, his son, including a mini keyboard piano which he
would want the boy to learn and purposely gave everything to Joy, his wife to present them to
the boy. Joy went to the child's room and gave those things to him, informing him that it's father
who bought them for him then told him to go to the bedroom and say 'thank you to daddy.'

"Daddy, thank you for the keyboard you bought for me and everything." The boy appreciated
his father.

"Who told you, I was the one who bought them?"Johnson asked his son.
 "Auntie told me, you bought them for me." Jayson replied, confidently.

"Jayson, she's not your auntie. Call her, 'Mommy', okay?" He told his son who stood there,
staring in a confused state at him while arguing in his head that, that's not his mother.

"It's not only me that bought those things for you, she also got somethings for you because
she loves you so much and I want you to take her as your second mommy by calling and
addressing her as 'mommy' and not, auntie, okay? Can you do that for me?" He asked the boy
and he nodded in the affirmative.

"That's my boy!" He exclaimed, pulling him into a tight embrace. "So, I would be waiting to see
you start calling her, 'mummy,' right?" He asked the boy again and he nodded in the positive.

"Good boy!" He praised him. "Don't worry, I am going to teach you, how to play the piano, okay?
But not tonight, daddy is very tired and need to rest, okay?" He told him and he answered in the
affirmative.

"Now, go out there and thank say, 'thank you' to your mommy, too." He instructed the boy and
as he made to leave, he called him back again.

"What are you going to say to her?" He asked him.

"Thank you." Jayson replied.

"No, that's not how you're going to say it. When you get out there, meet her and say, "Mummy,
thank you for what you and daddy bought for me,' is that clear?" He asked him and he replied in
the positive before leaving the room.

Jayson met Joy on his way out of the bedroom and said, "Mommy, thank you for what you and
daddy got for me." He told her and that word, 'Mommy' resonated in Joy's ear, she didn't expect
it.

"Huh?" She wanted to be sure of what she heard, though she heard it, very loud and clear.

"Mommy, I said, 'thank you for what you and daddy bought for me." Jayson repeated himself
and she quickly reasoned it, that Johnson must have told the boy that it was the two of them
that bought those things for him.

"Thank God, Jayson. Don't worry, your daddy is going to teach you how to play the piano,
okay?" He assured the boy, knowing that Johnson is very good at playing piano and the nodded,
excitedly before running to his room to check his gifts out.

When Joy got into the room to inform her husband that the table is set, he also sat her down to
correct an impression.
 "Sweet, did you tell Jayson I was the one who got those things for him?" He asked her and she
answered in the affirmative.

"No, you didn't need to do that..." He told her....

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EPISODE 2,(unedited).

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"You didn't have to tell him that i specifically bought those things for him, anything i buy for
him should be in your name and my name, not only in my name. I don't want him to grow up,
seeing us differently.
My money is your money and whatever i buy for him, is from the both of us. I know why I had to
give you those things to present to him, he is still a child and the memories he'd grow up with
about you will go a long way to form or affect the way he would see you and relate with you, all
the days of his life.

I don't want him to grow up seeing me as the only one who loves him and buys him things and
not you. And you and I know that I go to the market more than you and I am used to buying thing
than you are, so, I don't want him to see everything i buys as, coming from only me.

I want him to be drawn to you more than me, I want him to see you like his own mother and I
want you to also be drawn to him as your own child. I don't know how you're going to do it but I
trust you; I trust you so much and I know you can make it happen because you're naturally, a
beautiful soul and you have the fear and spirit of God in you.

So, please, whenever i give you something to give him, it's not because i can't give him that thing
by myself, it's because i want your name to be attached to that thing, so your name can also be
attached to his heart. Can you do this for me?" He asked and she answered in the positive.

He hugged and kissed her forehead then they went out together to eat dinner. It was at the
dinning, while they were eating that he remembered to inform his wife that Chizaram called him.

"Yeah.. That reminds me, mummy called." He told his wife.

"My mom?" She asked.

"No, big mummy." He replied. "She said, they'd be available in the house, tomorrow and that
we should come tomorrow morning and have breakfast with them. So, you and Jayson should
get ready." He told her and she just smiled.

She was happy about that because, though, they have been communicating on the phone with
the Nnamdi's but ever since they got married, they had only visited the house once and every
other times they called and tried to visit the house, Nnamdi and Chizaram were not available in
the house.

When the issue of Rose and the child she had for Johnson came up, he only discussed it with
Chizaram, briefly after they packed into the parsonage at the Potter's Place and he told her that
he doesn't know how he's going to present the matter to Nnamdi, to which she promised to help
out.

He tried his best to visit the Nnamdi's house that December with his wife before travelling for
Christmas but to no avail as the couple were always unavailable due to outside programs and
they had to traveled home for Christmas.

When Rose brought his son to him in the village, he informed Chizaram about it and
she(Chizaram) was very happy about it, she promised to invite them over to the house with the
child once they returned from the village and that was why she called Johnson to come with his
wife and son for breakfast in the house, as she had already informed Nnamdi about it.

Very early the following morning, they got themselves ready for the breakfast meeting with the
Nnamdi's and were already in the car when they remembered that they didn't carry with them the
Christmas package they had packaged to present to their spiritual parents in December but
couldn't before travelling.

They quickly went back to get the package as they couldn't afford to go there empty handed and
in less than an hour drive, they arrived Nnamdi's house and the feeling was so different..

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EPISODE 3,(unedited).

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 It was Dan who opened the door for them on their arrival and he hugged Johnson so tightly
out of excitement before Chizaram came out and saw them. She was extremely happy seeing
them and spread her arms wide to Joy, for a hug.

"Mommy, good morning, ma." Joy greeted, bending down on her knees as she walked up to
her for the hug.

"Sister Joy of God!" She hailed her, laughing. "Hei! See how fresh and beautiful my girl is.."
Chizaram was shouting as she looked her over in admiration while Joy beamed with smiles.

"Uncle Jay, my God will continue to bless you for taking good care of my girl." Chizaram turned
and prayed for Johnson from her heart then turned to Joy again.

"Eh, see how beautiful you are, my darling. See fine outfit, imagine sister Joy is wearing trouser
in this life?" She continued and Joy started laughing, covering her face, shyly as she
remembered how Chizaram tried everything possible to get her to start dressing fine so much
that she even had to burn some of her clothes.

They all laughed at the way she was looking at Joy and screaming in admiration; all her
attention was on Joy's radical transformation that she didn't take notice of the little Jayson with
them until when they had taken their seats then her eyes fell on the boy whom she didn't need
anyone to introduce to her because the child was the exact replica of Johnson.

"Jesus Christ of Nazareth!" Chizaram screamed. "Johnson, this is your son!" She exclaimed,
beckoning on the boy to come for a hug while Johnson affirmed it, laughing.

"Oh, my God! You have a dominant gene." She told Johnson, looking at the boy in amazement.
"My darling, how are you?" She asked the boy, making him to sit on her legs.

"I'm fine." Jayson replied.

"I hope daddy and mommy has been taking good care of you?" She asked and he nodded in
the affirmative. "That's beautiful, I know they will.. So, what's your name, my darling?" She went
on talking to the little boy and he answered her, smartly.

"Hmm... The boy is very smart." She praised his smartness. "You know what, for being a smart
boy, I am going to give you a gift before you go, okay?" She promised Jayson a gift and he
nodded while Johnson and Joy, smiled at their conversation.

"Please, I'll be right back. Let me go up and call your daddy for the breakfast before our meal
gets cold." Chizaram said, excusing herself and went upstairs then Johnson who was sitting on
the same couch with his wife, took her right hand and gently placed it into his and looking up at
him, their eyes met.
He looked into her eyes, affectionately while caressing her hand, gently and said in a whisper,
"This is the house God used to bring us together.. This is the place i met and fell in love with
you." He told her and she just rested her head on his shoulder, blushing.

"Thank you for agreeing to marry me. I love you, so much.." He said, sweetly while stroking her
skin gently.

"I love you, too." She replied, enjoying the stroke and just then Nnamdi and wife came,
climbing down the stairs and they both stood up, respectfully in wait as he(Nnamdi) climbed
down.

The moment he came down, Johnson took his wife's hand and they both walked up to him with
courtly bows in greeting. Nnamdi hugged them, delighted to have see them and more thrilled to
see how good Joy was looking. He couldn't hide his satisfaction, looking at Joy, he smiled wide.

"Son, give me your hand." Nnamdi said to Johnson while stretching out his own hand and
when he(Johnson) stretched out his right hand, Nnamdi took that his right hand into his, held it
firmly in a hand shake and said. "You're a man, my son." He praised him and Johnson grinned
from ear to ear.

"Yes o.. He is a man indeed. A true son of his father." Chizaram shouted in agreement with
what her husband said.

"I'm proud of you, my son. You're a man." For close to five minutes, Nnamdi was just standing
there staring in amazement at Joy; he would breath down heavily, smile at her again without
saying anything to her then turn and praise Johnson again and again for the transformation he
was seeing in Joy.

Joy just stood there beaming and blushing and at a point, she became shy because of the way
Nnamdi was staring at her and smiling then she went and hid her face behind her husband,
laughing.

"Desire, you people should come over to the dinning, our food is getting cold." Chizaram called
out to her husband. Nnamdi saw Jayson and knew it was Johnson's son but he was more
delighted in seeing Joy that he looked away from the boy at that moment.

"I think i am already full, seeing sister Joy. Even if i don't get to eat any other thing this
morning, it's enough for me.. I'm full." Nnamdi said as he walked towards the dinning.

"Thank you, sir." Johnson said, laughing then nudged Joy to say the same.

"Thank you, daddy." Joy said, courteously in obedience to her husband.

The food was served and everyone took their seats at the dinning. There were two new ladies in
the house and two little girls, Divine and Amara as well as brother Dan and brother Chidi who
was new in the house and they all sat for the family breakfast at the dinning.
 "You have to give my own portion of meat and fish to sister Joy, I want her to eat very well to
her fill, I don't want her to ever stop looking this beautiful.." Nnamdi said and Joy blushed with
shyness, smiling while Johnson and Chizaram laughed...

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EPISODE 4,(unedited).

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"Ha! Only her, what about her husband who's been the one taking care of her?" Chizaram
asked, laughing.
 "But he has his own portion in his plate, this one is my own portion and I have chosen the
person I want to give my own portion of meat and fish to; you can give him your own portion,
afterall, he's also your son.

And talking who's been taking care of who, he's not the only one that have been taking care of
her, she's been taking very good care of him, too. Can't you see he has added weight and is
beginning to have small pot belly?" Nnamdi said, referring to Johnson and everybody started
laughing.

"Hahaha...It's true, she has been taking very good care of me." Johnson affirmed what
Nnamdi said, laughing.

"I actually saw the pot belly, too." Chizaram amidst the laughter.

"Hmm.. Even me, I was surprise o.. But bro. I hope you still dey observe fasting because,
what's this fatness in a marriage that's less than one year?" Dan teased Johnson.

"Hahaha.. I don't blame you, you have not married before, so you won't understand but when
you marry, you remember this day and you will understand.." Johnson replied him, laughing.

"No, it's not just about marrying, but marrying aright." Chizaram corrected that impression,
discreetly. "What you are seeing is not just because he's married and his wife is giving him food,
there's what we call rest of mind in marriage. He entered into his rest, maritally when he got it
right in the choice of the kind of person he married.

When you have this rest of mind in marriage, even without eating much, you'll be glowing but
when you enters into marriage that gives you no peace, even if you are eating chicken every day,
it won't reflect on you like this..." She was talking and looking from Dan to the other two ladies
because she felt they needed to hear it.

"That's actually true." Johnson concurred with her. "Because, I was actually surprised when
someone told me I am now having pot belly. It's not like i eat too much.

I go to work five to six days in a week and most times, I don't even eat before going out either
because i am on a fast or in a hurry to catch up with something and I can tell you that it's mostly
when i gets back home in the evening or night that i get to enjoy the good meals she serves me.
So, I agree with mommy, it's not just about food but the rest of mind that comes with a good
marriage." Johnson explained from his own little experience.

"Wow! I can't wait o.. See my brother dey enjoy peace of mind for inside marriage.." Dan said,
shinning his teeth. While they were talking, Nnamdi was interacting with Joy, asking questions,
especially about her studies and plans to which she gave answers, she told him how she's
gotten a lecturing job and he was very proud of her.

"You better wait." Chizaram tackled him. "If you like don't wait and don't pray seriously to have
a good marriage like your brotthers, because the way i am seeing you, you like women very well
with the way you're always shinning your teeth around those sisters.." Chizaram tackled Dan,
playfully.

"Ah! Mommy, don't expose me, ma. I am your son and my ways are not hidden from thee."
Dan replied, humorously while everyone laughed. He actually became afraid when Nnamdi
casted a sharp look at him without saying a word.

"I hope you're seeing how sister Joy and brother Johnson are glowing with love and life."
Chizaram asked and he answered in the affirmative. "I'm not talking to only you, I am talking to
you girls, too. Are you seeing the way they are glowing or not?" She asked them and they
answered in the affirmative.

"We are seeing it ma." They replied, smiling.

"That's how a man or woman who has entered into his or rest, maritally should glow and it's
possible for you people too, only if you don't haste and waste..." She went on counseling them
and it was in fact an interactive and fun-filled breakfast experience.

After the break fast, Nnamdi called Johnson upstairs for a father-son discussion while Joy and
Chizaram also stayed back for a mother-daughter talks.

Jayson was busy playing downstairs with his peers in the persons of Divine and Amara when
suddenly, about thirty minutes later, Johnson hurriedly came downstairs and carried him to go
upstairs with him. Fom every indication, it was obvious that Nnamdi must have asked to bring
the child to him...

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When he brought Jayson up and presented him to Nnamdi, he received him with open arms
and hugged him.

"You're welcome, my son." He said as he drew him into a hug. "How are you and what's your
name?" He asked the boy.

"I'm fine, thank you." Replied Jayson. "My name is Jayson Johnson." He added.

"Oh, that's a good name!" Nnamdi exclaimed, smiling admirably on the boy. "So, what class
are you you?" He asked the child.

"I'm in primary 3." He replied, confidently.

"You love your daddy and your mummy, right?" He asked Jayson and he nodded in the
positive. "You won't be disobedient to them, right?" He asked and the child nodded again in the
affirmative.

"Good boy! Mummy and daddy loves you too, okay? And they'll take very good care of you, if
you remain a good child, okay?" He told him and the child nodded in response.

"Alright.. Let me pray for you, okay? Do you want me to pray for you?" He asked Jayson and he
answered in the positive.

"Do you love Jesus?" He asked him and he nodded in the positive.

"Who is Jesus?" Nnamdi asked him, smiling.

"Jesus is the son of God." Replied Jayson while Johnson stood aside, grinning as he watch
them.
 "Hmm.. That's my boy! Jesus is the Son of God but is Jesus your friend?" Nnamdi asked him.

"Yes." Jayson replied.

"And how did you know, Jesus is your friend?" Nnamdi asked him and the boy looked up into
the space, trying to rack his brain to get an answer but couldn't come up with any answer.

"You don't know, how?" He asked the boy and he shook his head in response, implying that he
doesn't know. "That means, you have not made Jesus your friend, yet and Jesus want to be
your friend. Do you know that He loves you so much, that he died for you?" Nnamdi asked
Jayson and he was just quiet, thinking about what he was saying.

"Yes, He loves you but Satan hates you. Satan came to steal from you, to kill and destroy you
but Jesus came to save you from the hand of satan and because of that, they killed him.

They beat him, the spat on him and pierced his side with the sword and blood gushed out of his
body and the put a crown of thorn on his head to wound his head then they used nails and
pierced through his two hands because of you and they gave him poisonous water and he
drank and died so that you will not die.." Nnamdi was still telling the little Jayson the story and
he bursted into tears, feeling sorry for Jesus.

"Jayson, why are you crying?" He asked him when he saw him crying.

"Because they killed Jesus." Jayson replied.

"Oh, don't worry, Jesus is no longer dead. God raised Jesus up from the dead after three days
and now Jesus is in heaven with God but he wants you to be his friend because He loves you so
much and died for you so that you can become His friend. Would you like to accept Him as your
friend and Saviour?" Nnamdi asked him and he nodded in the affirmative without a second
thought.

"That's my boy! Now, repeat this words after me, say, 'Lord Jesus, I come to you today, I
acknowledge that I am a sinner, I believe in my heart that you died for my sake, therefore I ask
that you come into my life, cleanse me from my sins and be my friend, my personal Lord and
Saviour from today henceforth.

Give me your Holy Spirit to lead and guide me all the days of my life. THANK YOU JESUS,
BECAUSE I AM BORN AGAIN AND I AM NOW YOUR FRIEND." Jayson repeated those prayers
with him, feeling excited in his heart.

"Are you happy that you're now Jesus' friend?" Nnamdi asked him and he gave an emphatic,
"yes," answer.

Nnamdi laughed and drew him into a hug and Johnson's heart was filled with joy, moreso
because it never occured to him that he needed to introduce the child to Christ until this
moment, knowing that Rose, the child's mother whom he had been living with all these years
was not regenerated(born again) and as such cannot teach the boy the way of the Lord.

"Now, let me teach you a song and we'd sing it together, okay?" Nnamdi told the boy and he
nodded in the affirmative, smiling.

"I love Jesus, I love Jesus

He is my friend, He is my friend

I will never leave Him, I will never leave Him

He is my friend, He is my friend..." Nnamdi taught him the song and they both sang it together,
joyfully like friends while Johnson's cheeks and chin ached from too much grinning...

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After singing with the boy, Nnamdi laid hands on him and blessed him then gave some naira
cash gift then Johnson asked for permission to take Jayson back to where he was playing with
his peers downstairs, so he doesn't disrupt their discussion and Nnamdi gave him the go ahead.

After a few minutes, he returned to continue with the reports he was giving to Nnamdi about
himself, marriage, business and ministry and it was when he was giving the report about himself
that he told Nnamdi about his son, Jayson and how he wasn't aware that his ex girlfriend, Rose
got pregnant for him until she showed up some weeks ago, saying that she had a child for him
and how she later brough the child for him in the village when they traveled home for Christmas.

When he finished giving the report about the child, Nnamdi whom his wife, Chizaram had
already explained everything to, told him to go and bring the child up for him to see and that was
when he went downstairs to bring Jayson up. When he returned, Nnamdi asked to know if Rose,
Jayson's mother requested for anything in the form of compensation for having raised the child
alone, all these years.

"She didn't ask anything for compensation, sir. The only thing she asked for was a plea, that
my wife should, please, take care of the child like her own child and that's all. I even tried to get
her to say something, if there's anything i could give or do to make up for the damages and the
pains she went through but she wasn't ready for any discussion of such.

"Hmm..." Nnamdi breathed down heavily. "Is she married or about getting married?" He asked
Johnson.

"She's not married yet but I don't know whether she's about getting married or not and she's
not even ready to get me to know anything about her." Replied Johnson.

"Hmm... I want you to be very careful with her. Don't not loosen yourself to become very free
around her for any reason and make sure you carry your wife along with you in whatever you're
doing with her, do not hide anything from your wife and whatever you want to do for her, should
not be be hidden from your wife.

I don't know why I feel heavy in my spirit about her but just be careful." Nnamdi counseled him
then they moved on to his marital reports where Johnson testified that his marriage has been
nothing but peaceful and enjoyable then he also told him that they are expecting a baby and
Nnamdi was very happy to hear that.

He congratulated him and advised him to keep living peacefully with his wife while commending
him again for taking very good care of her as the evidence was clear enough that he has been
taking very good of her.

"Keep taking good care of her just like you take good care of your own body because you
both are now one. And like I said earlier, I am very proud of you and your marriage. Keep making
God proud in your marriage." He counseled Johnson before proceeding to his business.

"So, how is your business?" He asked.

"Yes, sir. It's part of the reasons why I wanted to see you, sir. My business has been doing
very well by God's grace and I have been able to double the money you gave me, sir." Johnson
replied him.

"Oh, really?" Nnamdi asked, ecstatically happy to hear that.

"Yes, sir." Replied Johnson. "It doubled two months ago, sir. And we still have goods in stock,
sir." He added and Nnamdi was extremely happy about that.

"Oh, that's great.. That's good indeed. So, what's the next plan? What about CBT center
project?" He asked Johnson.

"Uhmm..I don't really have any definite plans yet, sir. I thought I should let you know about the
money first, before anything else. I feel the CBT center would still need much money for set up;
the only thing on my mind which i discussed with my wife and we're still praying about is,
opening a school.

We could start with Nursery and Primary School for a start if God gives us the go-ahead since
she has passion for education then we can also use the school structure for CBT center in the
future, once we're able to raise enough fund.. That's the only thing on my mind for now, sir." He
told Nnamdi.

"Hmm.. Okay, that's also a good idea. School is actually a very lucrative business, depending
on the area you have in mind and the business strategy you'd put into it. And of course, a lot of
passion and money are both needed for that. So, what's your budget and how much do you
have?" He asked him and Johnson was quiet for some seconds, trying to think before talking.

"Erm... Daddy, for now, I don't have any money in view for that yet.. We're just praying and
trusting God for now, sir." He said, choosing his worse, carefully.

"But you said, you have doubled the ten million naira given to you." Nnamdi said to him.

"Daddy.. It's your money, not mine, sir." Johnson replied him.

"It's not my money, it's your money." Nnamdi told him and Johnson's eyes widened up in
shock...
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"Sir?" He blurted out, trying to understand what Nnamdi meant. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't
understand, sir." He added, trying hard not to rejoice yet until he's clarified.

"If you're sure that you and your wife can run a school, I would advise you reinvest the money
into your business again, double it again then start up the school business. The money is yours
and I trust you won't mismanage it." Nnamdi told him and Johnson was just speechless.
He thanked him with everything in him and Nnamdi counseled, encouraged and prayed him for
him before releasing him to go.

The Johnsons left Nnamdi's house around 12pm to their house at the parsonage, happy and
blessed. Johnson had planned to go and enrol his son, Jayson into school that day after the
visit to Nnamdi's but he was overwhelmed with joy, he just wanted to stay back in the house and
celebrate God's blessings with his family.

"Sweetness, I don't think I'd still be able to go out with Jayson today for the school stuff
today.." He informed his wife as they entered the room, removing his shoes and stockings.

"Why?" Joy asked.

"Because I just want to stay back in the house to celebrate this overwhelming blessing from
God with my beautiful wife.." He replied, holding her to himself in excitement and she just
smiled, seeing how happy he was.

"It's fine." She told him with a warm smile because she already told him about the money
Nnamdi blessed him with.

"Thank you so much for bringing so much blessings into my life, it's been from one blessing to
another ever since you came into my life. Now, I understand what the Bible meant when it says,
'He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord,' cuz with you, it's been
from one good thing to another and from favour to favour.

I love you, so much, Sweet. And I am so glad God is blessing us, so i can be able to take good
care of you..." He said, touching and caressing her neck gently.

"You're one of the best things that has happened to me of recent and when i count my blessings,
you're at the top of the list. You make loving you easy for me, you're so beautiful and
charming..." He said and was about kissing her lips when the door creaked open and Jayson
walked in, so they both quickly turned away from each other.

"Dad, aren't we going to the school anymore?" Jayson asked, on entering the room.

"Jayson, daddy is very tired. Can we go tomorrow, please?" Johnson replied.

"Okay." Replied Jayson then turned around to go back to his room.

"Uhm.. Jayson?" He called him back. " You should always knock on the door when next you're
entering this room, okay?" He told him and he nodded in the affirmative.

"Yes, daddy." He answered.

"So, just go to your room, now, take a shower and climb the bed for a nap. I will see you in your
room later, so we can play the piano together, okay?" He told him and he nodded in response
then left for his room.
 "I'm sorry about that.." Johnson turned and apologized to his wife and she nodded,
understandably, sitting on the bed, tired.

"So, how are we going to celebrate this great thing the Lord has done for us?" He asked her.

"I don't know.." She replied.

"Should I take us out later in the evening?" He asked but she objected.

"No, we just came back from an outing, let's just stay at home and thank God for the blessing."
She told him.

"Okay, if that's what you want, it's fine.. So, what will you give me?" He asked, stooping down
to face her and looking amorously into her eyes.

"What would you like to eat?" She asked, though she was feeling tired and just wanted to
climb the bed and sleep.

"I want to eat you, my wife.." He said, sexily, bringing his mouth close to hers and kissed her,
unbuttoning his shirt.

"The door.." She managed to tell him, worried that Jayson might barge in on them again.

"Don't worry about the door, it's closed and he's gone to sleep.." He told her, with a very calm
but sensual tone and she was left battling with the thought of Jayson barging in on them and
relaxing to enjoy her husband's amorous touches and kisses.

"Ugh..Please, let's just lock the door." She told him and though, he was already heavily
aroused sexually, he had no option than to go and lock the door, seeing that she was not very
comfortable with it.

In less than five seconds, he had gone to lock the door and returned to the bed, removing
everything he was wearing and also removed hers, expressing so much passion as he leaked
her body with his tongue and explored her sensitive parts with his hands. He knew her
erogenous zones and didn't wait to touch those places to send her into moaning and begging
for more....

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At Uchenna's house, he was observing his new year personal set apart which started on the
7th January and he's been inside his prayer room for the past three days without food in
preparation for the year. Shalom also observed her own personal set apart, fasted from morning
till evening with prayers.

The year's activities had begun in earnest and both businesses, schools, religious organizations
as well as every other functional organizations in the country had resumed fully in their duties

Nnaemeka and his crew members who were camping in a prayer camp in fasting and prayers
brought their camp meeting that started on the 3rd of January to an end on the 7th day of
January and from there, they moved into the school and settled down in their various hostels.

He and his crew had put a three days Worship And Word(WAW) program together for the
second week of resumption as their own strategic way of drawing souls to God, especially the
freshers(first year students) and they really interceded for open heaven on the WAW program.

Before they left school in December, they had gone to visit pastor Theophilus with an invitation
letter and a bottle of red wine to have him as their special guest preacher for the three days
program and when they resumed back to school, Nnaemeka still went with two of the crew
members to greet him in his office and to remind him of their program and he promised to be
there.

Oma was among the two persons who went with him to greet pastor Theophilus, she likes being
around Nnaemeka because according to her, he pushes her to be the best version of herself and
the shortest time she has known and related closely with him has drawn her more closer to God
with an incredible spiritual growth.

She had sent him some chats on WhatsApp after their camp meeting to appreciate him for
being a positive influence on her life and her text message, she wrote;

"Good evening Nnaks. I trust you're well settled in your space, now. I am writing this to let you
know how much of a positive influence have on my person. These past few months of being
close to you have drawn me more closer to God than ever and just so you know, the three days
dry fasting at the camp meeting which you initiated is my first ever and I am so glad that I could
ever go that long in fasting, all thanks to your influence on me.

I told my mom about my spiritual growth and she's grateful. You may not know how much
impact you're making but i just want to encourage you to keep up with what you're doing for God
and His kingdom and if ever you feel discouraged, thinking that you're not making any positive
impact, just remember this text and remember Oma, the girl who has become a better person
and a better christian through your influence. Thank you, Boss." Her text read and when he read
it, he smiled.

"Thank you, so much, Oma. I'm happy about your growth and I give God the glory." He replied
the chat. "But I've told you to stop calling me, Boss. I don't think i like it." He added, wearing a
warm smile.

"But I like it and that's how you treat me but I ain't complaining." She chatted back, beaming.

"I don't treat you like a boss, do I?" He asked.

"You have no idea? I think you're hard on me than every other members of the crew. Have you
seen yourself giving me instructions before?" She asked, smiling because she actually enjoys it.
"Or is it when I do or say something wrong and you give me that angry and disapproving
😡
look? " She added with a frowning emoji.

"C'mon, Oma. I mean no harm, just felt you should know who you are and how you project
yourself out there matters, a lot, knowing that you are a christian and a minister of the gospel
and lot of people are looking up to you." He explained.

"I'm not complaining, either; in fact, I like it because it keeps me in check. Sometimes, when i
want to say or do something and I remember you're around and would not be happy with me if i
say or do something silly, it helps to moderate my movements and the way i talk which to me,
has greatly improved behavior..." She told him during their chats and that was what happened
when they were in pastor Theophilus' office.

Theophilus was talking with them, encouraging and asking them questions but because of the
way he(Theophilus) was very free with them, talking and laughing with them, Oma got carried
away by his simplicity and started talking uncontrollably with him(Theo) then Nnaemeka
became uncomfortable with the way she was talking and gave her that disapproving look and
immediately she saw his face, she stopped talking and comported herself.

Pastor Theophilus noticed what happened and quickly traced Oma's sudden shutdown and
withdrawal to Nnaemeka and he became suspicious, looking from him to her but he(Nnaemeka)
avoided eyes contact with him...

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"Uhm...It's alright, thank you for the reminder visit. I will be there, next week." Pastor
Theophilus told them with a warm smile as a way of dismissing them.

"Thank you, sir.." The three of them appreciated him in unison, standing up on their feet to
leave.

"But uhm... Nnaks, I'd like to see you briefly while they wait for you outside." He told Nnaemeka
and he sat back while Oma and Jeffery left the office to wait outside.

"What happened?" Theophilus asked him, immediately those two left the office.

"Sir?" Nnaemeka said, trying to understand what he meant.

"What's up with you and that girl? Who's she to you?" Pastor T. asked him, inquisitively.

"Nothing, sir. Oma is one our crew members." Nnaemeka replied.

"I know she's one of your crew members but what's the relationship between the two of you,
apart from the crew/group bond?" He asked the young man, discreetly.

"She's just a friend, sir." He replied.

"But do you love her?" Pastor T. asked, trying to get words from his mouth.

"Love.. Well, I love her as much as I love every of our crew members." He replied, knowing
what pastor T. is driving at.

"I know but I want you to tell me the truth from your heart because I am interested and would
love to be carried along. You trust me as your uncle, right?" Pastor T. asked him and he
answered in the affirmative, nodding his head.

"Tell me the truth, my boy.. Are you considering her for a love relationship?" He asked him and
he smiled.

"Uncle, I'm not thinking about any love relationship, right now.." Nnaemeka replied, smiling.

"Are you sure?" Pastor T. asked him, smiling too. "Because, I saw the way you two were
looking at each other some minutes ago, I feel there's some kind of chemistry and biology
between you too.." He added, playfully and Nnaemeka smiled, warmly.

"No, uncle.. I only looked at her that way because she was talking too much and i wasn't
comfortable with that but there's absolutely nothing else involved." He told pastor T. in all
sincerity.

"Alright.. Just be careful with these girls, okay? I believe you and I am sure you're not going to
keep me in the dark when you want to start a relationship, right?" Pastor said and the young
man nodded in the affirmative before he released him to go.

On his way out of the office, Nnaemeka wondered why people keeps assuming that he and Oma
were dating, because pastor T. was about the fourth person asking him that question and he
has tried avoiding any more closeness with her yet she keeps ignoring all the signs and keeps
coming around him and he hasn't been able to chase her away from him, since she's done
nothing wrong to him.

"I think I need to do something about this, I don't like the way people thinks we're dating, when
we're not." He thought silently within him, thinking about how to start withdrawing himself from
her on a more serious note.

Joining her and Jeffery outside where they had been waiting for him, he looked up at her and
their eyes met. He could see the remorse in her eyes for the way she talked loosely in the office
while speaking with pastor T.

Oma is a spoilt child from a wealthy family, being the only girl and so, she talks anyhow she likes
and does whatever she wants; she wasn't privileged to grow up under parents who knows the
Lord and pays attention to teaching and modeling good character like himself which is the
reason why she goes out of control most time while talking or reacting to issues but ever since
started relating closely with him, so much has changed about her.

One of the things that changed was the fact that she stopped clubbing and cut ties with her bad
friends who were of no positive influence to her life and having a crush on Nnaemeka, she
started drawing closer to him and it was because of him she gave her life and joined his music
crew, just to be very close to him.

"I'm sorry." She texted him on their way walking up to the school site. Jeffery was talking to
him but he managed to read the text and put back his phone into his pocket without looking at
her direction while she walked behind them, a little distance away.

"Oma is not a bad person, she's been nice and real, I see her love for God and the willingness
to learn and unlearn and I ain't going to let what people thinks or say make me push her away."
Nnaemeka was lost in his own thoughts as they walked up to school, he wasn't even hearing
any of the stories Jeffery was telling him.

"The world can go ahead and think or say whatever they want about me and Oma dating but I
only owe my honest accountability to God and my parent and not people who..." He was still
communing with himself silently when Jeffery tapped him on the shoulder and he jolted out of
his thought.
 "...See you guys, later." Was the only thing he heard and that was when it dawn on him that
they had gotten to Jeffery's hostel which was before his own hostel.

"Alright, bro." He responded, quickly and they exchanged handshakes then bad themselves,
goodbye, leaving Nnaemeka and Oma.

"Nnaks.." Oma quickly came close to him but he was careful that people might see them
together again and continue with their assumptions, so, he quickly told her.

"Oma, we can't talk here. Let's talk on WhatsApp." He told her, immediately she came close
and she drew back....

Why do i have this feelings that Nnaemeka will fall for Oma? 🥴
🤦
My heart is telling me, he will fall in love with her but i don't know how

Who else feels same way? 😍

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They walked up to their different hostels, keeping some distances and immediately Oma got
to her own hostel, she chatted him up and apologized again.

"Nnaks, I am really sorry about what happened at the office. I'm sorry." Her chat read but he
didn't come online immediately until about an hour later, unknown to him that she was actually
waiting for him on WhatsApp for them to talk as he said.

"It's fine, Oma." He replied when he came online. "I just want you to be careful and learn how to
be quiet when you come before an elder so you can learn from the wisdom of an wise and
besides, this is your first time of being in his office and getting to meet him one on one and you
didn't have to give him a wrong impression about yourself." He told her.

"It's not gonna happen ever again, I promise." She replied.

"It's fine." He said and both of them were quiet, staring at their phones and waiting for who's
going to say something next between the two of them but after a few minutes, she had to write
something, knowing he might never say anything again.

"Nnaks, can i ask you a question?" She asked.

"Sure, you can." He replied.

"I noticed you don't like people seeing you and I together, why? Am I that bad or ugly?" She
asked.

"Oma, stop!" He replied very fast. "This has nothing to do with you being a bad person or ugly.
A lot of people thinks we're dating, despite our not being so close and you can imagine what
everyone else would start assuming if they start seeing the two of us together.

It won't speak well of us as Christians and as ministers whom a lot of people are looking up to.
Yes, they may be wrong in their assumptions but let's not be the reason why the world would
have a negative impression about us as Christians.. " He explained.
 "Is dating a sin?" She asked him and he read that text over and over again, wanted to ignore
the question but changed his mind and replied it.

"I never said, it's a sin. Did I?" He replied.

"You didn't but I just want to know, it's just a harmless question." She wrote back to him.

"Well, if you must know, it can be a sin and it can also not be a sin, depending on what the
parties are doing in the relationship." He replied.

"How? I'm confused." She asked.

"Oma, dating means different thing to different people and for me, it's all about intentions.
Dating could mean two people hanging out with no serious relationship and it could mean that
you're still testing the waters and for me, that's not a serious relationship, especially when it
involves fornication.

I was brought up to learn that christians don't do testing or trial and error, instead at the proper
time, they're to allow God lead them into proper relationships with marriage in view.." He explain
from his own little understanding of what he was taught at home.

"Wow! I never saw it from this perspective. You see why I always call you my boss? You
always have a way of teaching me things I don't know." She wrote. "I've dated someone before
but I didn't really know what I was doing and I do regret my actions now. I thought it was normal
since all my friends were doing it." She added, feeling guilty about her past.

"Oma, your days of ignorance, God has overlooked and you don't have to beat yourself about
them anymore.. That's why I don't want us to give people that wrong impression that we're
dating because they might as well think that we're doing worse things like what some of these
people who are dating does." He told her and she understood his point.

"It's fine, Nnaks.. I understand, now." She told him.

"Alright, thanks for your understanding and good night." He wrote then went off and she felt
relieved.

His kind explanation that evening dissolved the thought she has been nursing in her heart of
dating Nnaemeka and halted her obsessive thinking towards him...

Mary's monthly circle came at the middle of the month, almost at the same period she usually
see her flow and she woke up to see the blood stain then she wanted to feel bad as usual for
seeing her flow because she's been praying and expecting to miss her period but she took
control of her heart and refused to allow that ruin her joy.

She stood there in the toilet quietly, closed her eyes then breathed in and breathed out
repeatedly until she felt better then walked out and fix a sanitary pad on. Unlike before, Timothy
did not know that she was on her period because she didn't allow it to change her mood, she
just went about her duties, wearing a joyful face.

About six hours later, she wanted to change her sanitary pad only to realize that it's still those
little drops of blood she saw some hours ago that was still on the pad and the color was a little
pinky, different from the usual dark-red menstrual blood flow she normal have.

"Am I spotting or menstruating?" She asked herself, silently.

"Yes, I am spotting, I am not menstruating. I am pregnant." She answered, loud...

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 "I am pregnant, I am not menstruating.This is pregnancy spotting..." She kept telling herself
as she went on to change her sanitary pad.

She kept repeating it with full confidence after changing the sanitary pad, waited a little before
checking herself again but there was no blood stain; she kept checking herself for hours while
confessing the same thing, that she's pregnant and not menstruating.

She kept her discovery and confessions to herself throughout the day without involving her
husband as she didn't want to hear anything contrary that will change her conviction but her
husband, not knowing what was happening wanted to make love to her that night and she didn't
know what else to do than to tell him what's happening.

"Babe, I am spotting." She told him.

"Oh, you're on your period?" He asked, trying to get the date.

"No, I am not on my period, I am spotting." She replied.

"Spotting, how? Is not menstruation?" He asked, confused.

"No, it's not. I mean, pregnancy spotting." She replied and he looked at her, his eyes begging
for more explanations.

"Spotting is light droplets of blood from a woman's private part that happens in some people
10 to 14 days after they conceive a baby. It's called, implantation which is an early sign of
pregnancy that occurs when a fertilized egg (embryo) implants into the wall of a person's
uterus.. Science student, didn't you study your biology very well?" She jibed him, feeling
somewhat embarrassed at the way he was staring at her.

"I understand that definition but what are you trying to say?" He asked, waiting to hear more
from her as it's related to her.

"What I am saying is that, I am pregnant." She announced with full confidence and he sat up
on the bed, excited but doubtful at the same time.

"You're pregnant, how? Did you run any pregnancy test?" He asked, hoping to see some kind
of evidence like a urine pregnancy test strip that shows a positive/red line or a lab approved
pregnancy result.

"No, I did not but I know I am pregnant."She replied and watched his face changed from the
excitement of hopefulness she saw when he heard her announced that she's pregnant to a
disappointing facial expression immediately he heard that she did not run any test to confirm
her claim.

"What's it?" She asked him, searching his eyes and all she could see in his eyes was a man
who's disappointed. She almost lost her confidence, seeing his reaction because she expected
him to believe and encourage her faith as usual but seeing him lie down back on the bed without
saying anything and even looking disappointed really shook her and she felt a heavy nudge to
cry.

She left him on the bed, walked out of the bedroom, to the sitting room, offended and unhappy.
Timothy felt she raised his hopes whereas she had no facts to prove her claim which was why
he felt disappointed and he couldn't hide his disappointment because he wasn't aware of what
was happening to her, had he known, he would have hid or suppress his feelings, to encourage
her faith as he had always done.

Seeing that his reaction offended her, he went out to meet her in the sitting room and held her
from the waist, from behind, smiling while she wore a long face.

"So, how's the baby, Is she kicking?" He whispered into her ears, grinning.

"Leave me alone.. And who even told you it's a she?" She shrugged, still trying to maintain her
long face but he started laughing.

"Oh, it's boy! You didn't tell me naw.. So, how is my boy doing?" He tried touching her stomach,
to feel it but she beat his hands off her stomach.

"What happened, what did i do?" He asked, trying to laugh away what happened earlier in the
room which is the reason why she's angry.

"You're trying to pretend, you don't know what you did, right?" She asked him, wearing a
serious face.

"But Babe, to be honest, you always look more beautiful whenever you're angry. And that's why
i always try my best to get you angry sometimes, so that your inner beauty can be revealed..
C'mon, see beauty na.. See how beautiful somebody's wife is looking.." He was talking then
touched her jaw, grinning then she bursted out, laughing.

"Will you take your hands off me?" She said, pushing his hand away and beaming with smiles.
From there, she forgot that she was angry with him as he mesmerized her head with sweet talk
then they got talking again and she explain to him in details, what happened and why she
believed that she's pregnant.

"You see.. You didn't explain it to me very well, like this the other time and I got confused but
you know I'll always be there for you and would not do or say anything that'll weaken your faith;
so, please, always carry me along.." He told her and they both joined their faith to agree that the
blood she saw was not menstrual blood but implantation bleeding.

The light spotting lasted for only that day and she kept checking herself the following day, even
fixed on a sanitary pad but nothing came out then they decided to run a homemade pregnancy
test, using the urine test kit.

She entered the toilet to carry out the test while he waited in the room for her. The tension in the
atmosphere between the time she entered the toilet and the waiting period for the result was
high and their hearts were filled with both faith and nervousness while waiting...

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Timothy kept checking the time for the umpteenth time in less than three minutes as it
appears that movement of time became slower than usual and about five minutes later, he
couldn't wait anymore, he went in to meet her in the toilet.

"Babe.. What's up, what's happening?" He asked and she just breathed down, heavily without a
word then handed the test kit to him and walked past him to the room.

"It's negative.." He said after seeing the result, following after her.

"No, it's not negative." She replied, almost immediately.

"But it's not..." He wanted to argue it, seeing that it's only the control line that was showing on
test strip instead of two red lines to show that the result is positive but she didn't allow him to
complete his statement.

"Babe, that result is invalid, and not negative. It could be that something is wrong with the
test kit or maybe I am carrying out the test is too early.." She told him, even though she saw that
the result was clearly negative.

"Then let's try it again with another kit, I think we stil have some kits left or you can even go
for blood test if..." He was suggesting but she interrupted him, courteously.

"Babe, please, let's just give it a little more time; maybe the implantation is still taking place
and as such, the result might keep showing negative which i don't believe, because i know that i
am pregnant. Let's wait for like three or four more days before carrying out another test." She
told him, pleadingly and he just looked at her and breathed down, heavily.

"I've not been this tensed in a long while but it's fine. It's well." He said, crashing on his back to
the bed.

"I'm sorry for all these stress.." She told him, seeing how anxious he was.

"Babe, it's nobody's fault and you don't have to be sorry. We're in together and I can't wait to
see how pregnancy will look on you, your tummy will now become very big and i will now be
carrying your hand bag.." He said and they both started laughing...

"Hi Beautiful." A chat popped up on Mma's phone and opening it, it was from Josh.

"What's up w you?" Another chat entered.

"Hi Josh. I'm good and you?" She replied the chat.

"Cool, just that i miss you." He replied.

"Thanks, Josh." She replied.

"Yeah, I just thought to come check up on you, so i can be happy, cuz you're the only person
who makes me happy." He wrote again and she read it and kept quiet then he proceeded.
 "There's this girl over here who's been bugging me, tryna force herself on me for a relationship
but i don't like her and I've told her but she's acting so stubborn, and as i write, she's at my place
and I dunno what to do with her right now." He added.

"Okay.. But why did you allow her come to your place, knowing she's up to some mischiefs?"
She asked him.

"Didn't invite her over, she came uninvited." He replied.

"Then tell her to, leave." She replied. "Respectfully speaking, you ought to have some
principles and boundaries guiding your space to avoid getting into trouble. You don't just let an
opposite gender into your room as a guy and everyone should respect your boundaries." She
added.

"Oh, that's true. You're right but why does it feel like someone is jealous..🙄☺ " He wrote,
smiling while the girl in his room sat there, gazing at him, wantonly.

"Huh?" She wrote back. "Jealous of what, exactly?" She asked, surprised at the question.

"So, you ain't jealous another gurl could take me away from you?" He asked.

"Oh, that!" She replied. "I'm not jealous and i don't think i should be jealous, only an obsessed
person would not like see his/her friend, make friends with others. I'm just looking out for a
brother and a friend, that's all." She told him.

"You'd prefer I date her?" He asked, his countenance changing, sadly.

"Josh, you're a grown up and you know the right thing to do. Whatever you know is right, do
it,(Philippians 4:8)." She replied him. "I have to go, Josh. Bye." She added then went offline,
immediately.

"Damn it! She's just too childish and religious.." He said, unknown to him that he
unconsciously said it loud to the hearing of the girl in his room.

"I hope there's no problems?" The girl asked and that was when he realized he was with
someone in the room.

"Ugh..Uhm.. Sorry, I was chatting with my sister." He told the girl, dropping the phone

"You'd prefer I date her?" That question from him upset her and kept resounding itself in her
mind.

"So, he's considering dating her, huh?" She asked nobody but herself, upset. She knew she
likes him and she has admitted it openly but she told him several times that she's not yet ready
for a romantic relationship yet he keeps bugging her, trying to woo subtly into starting a
relationship with him.
 "He obviously wanted to make me feel jealous and oh, well, I am jealous! No, I am not jealous,
I am angry. Yes, that's the word, I am angry. Angry with him for tryna to play with my emotions."
She told herself, sulking...

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EPISODE 13,(unedited).

©Abugu Precious Ukazim-Obialor.

Barrister Precious walked into the room to find Mma sulking alone in her room and asked to
know what happened then she narrated what happened between herself and Josh.
 "That's all?" Precious asked, surprised.

"Yeah.. Don't you think it's a big deal? I think he's tryna get me jealous and I don't like it." She
expressed her displeasure.

"But are you jealous?" She asked, Mma.

"No, I am angry." She replied, almost immediately.

"Oh, then you shouldn't be angry?" Said, Precious. "Let him do whatever he wants to do, any
guy who truly loves you will wait until when you're convinced enough about him and ready for a
serious relationship; so, if he can't wait, let him do whatever he wants and that means, he's not
the right person for you.

I mean, what's the hurry all about? He is still a child.." Precious blurted out and Mma gave him a
questioning stare when she called Josh, a boy. "Well.. yes, he's 19, but he's still a boy and
shouldn't be so much in a hurry for a relationship at his age. That's a sign of lust not love. Love
is patient. Love waits.

He can wait! And if he doesn't wanna wait, let him go ahead and do whatever he likes but my
baby right here, is not going to be pressured into a premature relationship, or are you thinking of
doing that?" Precious asked, Mma, searching her eyes.

"No..." She replied. "I love him but I'm not under pressure." She assured her auntie, honestly.

"Don't worry, you will be fine, with or without him, okay?" Precious said, pulling her, into her
arms in a caring manner and she nodded in the affirmative.

"Now, guess what?" She said, to Mma, smiling and her face brightened up.

"What's that?" Mma replied, curious.

"The dates for Deborah's Mandate Conference, Dallas is finally out and you're gonna be
ministering alongside with me, in Dallas." Precious announced and the girl was surprised.

"Why? And will I be ministering in songs?" She asked, with a warm smile.

"I don't know but God says, I should go with you and that you shall be ministering with me on
stage. I don't know how or what you're going to be doing but I just need you to start praying and
preparing seriously for the program because, you're going to be a powerful vessel at the
conference.." She told her while she stared at her, wearing a mild smile.

"I feel so nervous, right now.."Mma told her and she started laughing.

"Don't worry, we're gonna be praying and studying together, okay?" She assured her and she
nodded. "Alright, come with me to the kitchen." She said, stretching out her hand, to her, so that
she doesn't stay in the room alone, thinking or worrying herself about Josh...
The Potter's Place Ministries held a three days Prayer, Word and Power program and it was
Uchenna and Shalom that ministered for those three days, though Nnamdi and Chizaram were
around.

Somehow, after the three days program, rumours started going round from an unknown source
that Nnamdi want to hand over the mantle of the leadership of Potter's Place to Uchenna and
that, that's the reason why he was the only one who ministered alongside his wife, during the
three days special program.

A few individuals felt that if Nnamdi is truly planning to hand over the leadership position to
Uchenna then it's a family business and not how it ought to be....

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 14,(unedited).

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The information got to Shalom's ear when one of the committed women, a devoted member
of The Potter's Place Ministries who's very fond of her and had heard the rumours making
rounds came to the office to congratulate her on the news that her husband is going to be the
next Overseer of the Potter's Place Ministries.

"...How? I mean, I don't understand what you mean, ma'am." Shalom said, looking confused
when the woman congratulated her.

"What do you mean, you don't understand?" The woman asked, thinking that Shalom is only
feigning ignorance.

"We've heard the good news, my dear, daughter and you and your husband truly deserve it. I just
heard the good news from someone this afternoon and i said, I must come and congratulate
you.

Tell your husband not to mind whatever people are saying, it is God who lifts one up, He has
lifted you and your husband and nobody can bring you people down, just focus on the work God
has placed in your hands and you two shall do greater exploits for God's great kingdom..." The
woman was just talking and Shalom kept her calm, quietly trying to understand what she's
talking about.

"Thank you for your continuous love for my husband and I, ma'am but I must be sincere with
you, I still don't understand what you're congratulating my husband and I for. I'm totally lost,
here." Shalom admitted with all humility, wearing a warm smile.

"Are you serious?" The woman said with a rude shock. "I..I thought it has been made known to
you people. You know, I haven't been in town for the past two weeks, I traveled to South Africa
for a special assignment and just returned two days ago, only to hear the news that from one of
our women here, that our big daddy has openly made it known to the board of trustees that he
wants to hand over the leadership mantle to his successor and it your husband, that he has
chosen." The woman explained.

"My husband!" Shalom exclaimed with a doubtful laugh. "I'm sorry, ma'am but there's nothing
like that and if at all there is, I have no idea. Sincerely speaking, I am just hearing this for the first
time, I mean, it's funny. Why on earth would our big daddy hand over the leadership position to
my husband when he's still very much alive, healthy and active?" Shalom asked the woman and
the woman became even more confused.
 "Hm... But that's what people are saying out there." The woman said, looking confused.

"It's fine, ma'am. This is just a misinformation and it's normal in the society like ours for such
fake news to make rounds but until it's officially announced by our big daddy, himself, it's not
true and such news should be disregarded." Shalom told the woman, respectfully, wearing a
smile.

Shaking her head in disappointment, the woman breathed down and said, "Smh.. I never knew
the news was false and i even joined in spreading the news, because i was very happy when i
heard it." The woman confessed.

"It's fine, ma'am. It's okay, you don't need to beat yourself up about. I know you love and care
about us and that's why you even came to congratulate us. What about those who has been
spreading the news but hasn't approached me or my husband to congratulate or to even know
whether it's true or not?" Shalom said, trying to make the woman feel alright, seeing her
disappointment.

The woman later left the office and Shalom continued with her work at the office, waving
everything the woman said as, one of those fake news that people likes carrying when whenever
they want to fault the church of God but later, another woman saw her and started
congratulating her too, repeating the same thing the other woman said and she just had to
pretend that she understood what the second woman was saying by, accepting the
congratulations with a wide smile as she didn't have any more strength to explain herself.

She could not wait to call her husband to find out from him if he's aware of the rumour making
rounds and to know if there's something of such which she isn't aware of but he didn't take her
calls. He didn't return the call until about two hours later, when she was already driving home
and she just took the call and told him not to worry, that she's close to the house.

On getting home, she asked Uchenna if Nnamdi discussed anything with him about about
handing over of The Potter's Place Ministries leadership position to him or anybody.

"Hand over for what?" Uchenna asked her, confused.

"Best, calm down and just answer my question first. Did big daddy discuss anything like that
with you?" She asked him again in order to get her fact before telling him what happened at the
office.

"No, why?" Uchenna replied.

"Hmm... Some women came to the office today to congratulate me on the transfer of mantle
to you as big daddy's successor, and i was confused. I thought, maybe, something like that
happened when i was in the village for my mother's funeral and you didn't remember to tell me.

"Tell you what?" Uchenna said, finding the information very laughable.
 "Honestly, there is a rumour going round that daddy said, he want to hand over to his
successor and that you are the one he has chosen as his successor." Shalom told him and he
laughed even more because Nnamdi has not discussed anything of such with him...

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EPISODE 15,(unedited).

©Abugu Precious Ukazim-Obialor.

"Don't mind those gossip mongers, they're probably looking for what they'd say I did or that
daddy did. It's no new thing." Uchenna said, casually, considering that information as nothing
serious.

"Yes o, that mummy Gina said, people are actually saying that if he picks you as his successor,
that it shows that The Potter's Place Ministries is just a family business." Shalom told him.

"And who is even interested in being the successor of Potter's Place Ministries in the first
place?" Uchenna asked, rhetorically.

"Me? I don't have any desire whatsoever to take over any leadership position of any ministry.
If i had wanted to found or lead an assembly, I could have started up a ministry of my own a very
long time ago and it wouldn't even be here in Nigeria.

And some jobless individuals are talking about family business, what do they know about
Potter's Place Ministries? Please, let's talk about something more important." That statement
wanted to offend him and he had to quickly changed the topic.

"I saw what you sent, what's it for?" He asked and she smiled, proudly.

"Well, as a big woman of God that I am, someone I prayed with concerning a business project
came back with a testimony that business was successful and she sowed a big seed into my
life, which is my very first seed as a woman of God that God is using mightily then I said to
myself;

"Shalom, you cannot eat this money, go and sow it into your Apostle's life and let him pray for
you, for the double portion of his anointing and that's my first fruit offering to my one and only
Apostle..." Shalom was talking and demonstrating with her hands and he couldn't help but
laughed.

"Hahaha..." He laughed, heartily. "My big woman of God, I celebrate grace, ma." He said,
teasing her.

"Yes o.. I am now a big woman of God and you can say that, again!" She exclaimed, laughing
at herself.

"That's good and I am so proud of what God is doing in your life, already. Yours shall be from
glory to glory.." He said and she quickly knelt down before him, with a thunderous shout of,
"amen."

"God bless you." He prayed smiling and she answered, "amen", still kneeling down with her
eyes closed and hands lifted up, waiting for more prayers and after about a minute or two of not
hearing any prayers coming from him again, she opened her eyes to look at him and found him,
shinning his teeth at her.

"What happened, are you done with the prayers?" She asked him.

"Yes, I am done." He replied, smiling.

 "Just like that?" Aghast, she asked, looking at him and he bursted out, laughing.

"Hahaha..." He laughed. "I've already prayed for you, what again do you want me to pray?" He
asked, laughing.

"Ah, no! I want you to lay your hands on my head and rain prayers on this my head, if possible,
pour anointing oil on my head, because i want to contact anointing from you.I want double
portion of your anointing." She told him with all seriousness but he was just laughing.

"Best, I am serious o, I don't like the way you're laughing. You're making it look like i am not
serious, is it because i am your wife?" She asked him, trying hard to look serious to him.

"Oh, not like that. I'm actually serious, too. Forget that i am laughing, Favorite, I have been
praying for you on my own before now and i am going to keep praying for you but you see that
simple prayer i made for you a few minutes ago?

That's one of the most important prayers your life needs, presently and even the double portion
of the anointing you're looking for is still included in that prayer." He told her, in a more
intelligible manner.

"Really?" She said and he affirmed it. "Hmm.. I didn't know naw, you know some of us are just
like Naaman in the bible, unless a man of God lays his hands and legs upon us and pour plenty
anointing oil on our head with plenty of high spirited prayers, we don't believe that short and
simple prayer prayers works.

But at least, you should have lay hands on me and pour small anointing oil on my head naw..."
Shalom said, jokingly as she stood up from her kneeling position and he laughed so hard at her
joke.

"Is it really true that daddy Nnamdi has chosen Apostle Uche, as his successor?" Professor
Anita, the wife of elder David who also got the wind of the rumours making round, asked her
husband because she knew that her husband was the board of trustees' chairman and should
be in the know....

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EPISODE 16,(unedited).

©Abugu Precious Ukazim-Obialor.

"Where did you hear that one from?" David asked his wife in response.

"Honey, the news is everywhere, even on the internet. Aren't you the board of trustees
chairperson and should be in the know of this, why are you feigning ignorance?" She asked him,
thinking he was trying to hide the truth from her.

"That's because, nothing of such was discussed, he never told us whom he has chosen as his
successor, though he did mentioned it to us that he is ready to make his successor known but
he didn't mention anyone's name.

Though my mind is telling me, it's one of his sons, the one schooling here in Nigeria, in your
school. The boy is really coming up seriously, following the steps of his father and I wouldn't be
surprised if he present the boy as his successor.

You never can tell, maybe he just want to introduce the boy and start grooming in the ministry,
since he is still alive and it's none of anyone's business whoever he chooses to hand over the
ministry to." He explained, unhappy that it's definitely one or two persons from among the board
members that went out to spread such fragmentary information to the general public and he
was going to take an action against those persons involved.

"So, there was no mentioned and people are busy spreading false information, faulting the
man of God for nothing, that he has turned the ministry to a family business?" Mrs Anita said,
sadly.

"Family business, how?" David asked.

"That's what i heard. They said, he is not supposed to choose Apostle Uchenna, that by
choosing him, he has turned the ministry into a family business and..." She was still talking and
he cut in.

"Personally, I would prefer the mantle falls on him, because, if he doesn't choose Apostle
Uche as his successor, who should he choose, me? Which person has the spiritual capacity
enough to run that kind of ministry successfully if not a man like apostle Uche who has been
thoroughly trained by him over the years and is both spiritually and physically vibrant, knowing
the nitty gritty of ministry?

For me, he is the anointed man for the job.

And talking about family business, do they know the kind of sacrifices that young man has
made in The Potter's Place Ministries, financial wise?

He has invested so much money on the ministry and not just money, he has sacrificed his life
for the ministry and if I am the founder, I would personally hand over the mantle to him, except if
God says otherwise.

But for now, let's be watching and waiting quietly until he makes his successor known, I believe
he is a man of the spirit and would follow the leading of the Spirit of God." Mr David told his wife
and she agreed with him..

Nnamdi and his wife heard the news making rounds too, but they ignored the rumour by not
saying anything to address or disclaim the information and after a few weeks, the rumour died
down and everybody moved on to other trending news.

Nnaemeka and his crew held their Worship experience successfully with hundreds of students
in attendance, they recorded harvest of souls and some students testified that they had angelic
encounters and bodily healings during the programs. This increased Nnaemeka's respect in the
school as his fellow students began to accord him special respect and began to call him, pastor
and prophet, respectively.

"I'm not a pastor or prophet, please.." He would beg them to stop addressing him with those
title but they were not ready to stop and soon, the title "Prophet Nnaks", took over his name as
everyone began to know and address him with that title and he became helpless, unable to stop
them...

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EPISODE 17,(unedited).

©Abugu Precious Ukazim-Obialor.

About two months later, Chizaram held the first quarter of the year's special program for
children and teenagers where she gathers students from various school and host them in the
Potter's Multi-purpose hall for two days, feeding them with both physical food and spiritual food.

This year, more schools released their students to attend the program than the previous years
and as a result, the multipurpose hall was jammed with thousands of students, they had too
much overflow so much that they had to move to the Potter's Place Sanctuary to contain all the
students.

She invited Nnaemeka and his crew members to come and minister in special songs and to also
encourage the young ones to hold unto God and not join bad gang. He came down to Enugu
with just of his male crew members as back up singers and while ministering as the lead
worshipper, he shared a brief testimony of how he almost met his destruction in gangsterism
through the advise of bad friends before God saved him.

He didn't share the story in details but it was an emotional moment as he shared that brief story
with the over five thousand students in the house with passionate tears as the event that
brought him closer to God..

"...And that day, I made a vow to God, to serve Him with my life and everything I'll ever have in
this life." He said, passionately. "I was looking for power outside God, unknown to me that the
real power is found in God, with my eyes, i saw the powerlessness of men in the occult as
bullets passed them through and they all fell down dead.

But I know a man in the flesh who carried the presence of God and walked with God. Right in my
presence, armed men stopped his car on the highway, shot him several times but the bullet
could not penetrate him because the God he was carrying cannot be killed and because his God
cannot be killed, body or bullet could kill him.

When I remembered and compared these two events, I knew more than i knew my name that
God is real and God is the best thing that can ever happen to any one on earth and I made up my
mind, that even if I don't ever get to see any other miracle or hear any other message, I choose
God, remain in Him and die for Him, if need be.

Yes, as for me, I would rather die, serving God than live serving the devil and I don't know if
there's anyone here, listening to me right now who would also want to make the decision I made
that night. Maybe you're born into a good christian home but you know within yourself that
you're not in right standing with God and you have no personal relationship with Him, I was like
you but God found me and God is here to receive you, too.

I call this night, a decision night for somebody listening to me right now, if you want to make
that big decision that would turn the course of your life around forever, for good, please, walk
down here and I would pray with you..." He made an altar call and great multitudes of students
trooped down to the altar in response to the call.

As big as the altar was as well as the large the aisles on the two sides, everywhere in the front
was filled in less than three minutes yet more students were still running out to answer the call.
Some had to stand at the back because there was no longer space to even pass to the front.

He led them to Christ as he lead them to repeat the salvation prayer after him. After the prayer,
he told them to hold on, and shouldn't return back to their seats yet, that a scripture dropped on
his mind while he was praying with them and he would like to allow the Holy Ghost move as He
wants.

"Hold on, everybody, don't go back yet. A scripture dropped in my spirit and I heard a voice in
my ears which says, 'I want to baptize them with my Spirit." He told them while they stood back,
listening to him as he took a sublime posture, his eyes, closed with his right hand lifted up to
God while holding the microphone with the other hand and began to sing, ardently..

"I see the wind blowing, sweet Holy Spirit

Let the rain fall, upon the earth

I see the wind blowing, sweet Holy Spirit

Let the rain fall, upon the earth..."

It is raining, all over here..." Immediately he took solo softly, it started raining heavily outside
with winds, blowing and goosebumps fell upon the students because the rain came so
suddenly with so much force.

By the time he was soloing that song the second time, the power of God came mightily upon the
students, followed by explosive outbursts of screams, wailing and falling here and there, even
the ushers could not control them because they were too many people in the front with little
space.

Chizaram had to instruct some people to move back to their seats, to avoid stampede on the
little ones but even in the congregation, people were falling. Both the little and the older ones
were baptized in the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in tongues and some prayed in
strange tongues for the first time in their lives, for hours, none stop.

After this program, video clips of Nnaemeka ministering went viral and people started afresh to
rumour that Nnamdi and his wife were already grooming their son to take over the Potter's
Place ministries. The same people who were previously aggrieved at the first rumour when they
heard that Nnamdi was planning to hand over to Uchenna, became angry.

They said, it was not right for Nnamdi to bypass Uchenna and hand over the ministry to his own
biological son and that it's a selfish thing to do, seeing how much Uchenna has labour for the
ministries and how he's more qualified than Nnaemeka, who's just a boy....

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 18,(unedited).

©Abugu Precious Ukazim-Obialor.

This went on for about two weeks but neither Nnamdi nor his wife reacted to the speculations,
instead, they traveled out of the country for a conference in the heat of all those talks.

While they were away, Uchenna and his wife were in charge of every activities at the Potter's
Place and Shalom had to even organize an interesting relationship program for singles where
she and Uchenna shared their thoughts about relationships and marriage and it was so
interesting, the singles requested that the program should be held more often which Shalom
promised to pray and give the idea a thought.

After the relationship seminar that day, Uchenna was waiting for Shalom in the office, so they
can go home but she had a few persons who needed counseling and she was counseling them
outside. While still waiting for her in the office, a man came looking for him, knocked and
entered the office and he greeted him, respectfully because he was more like an elder and also
a board of trustees member.
Uchenna offered him seat after welcoming him and wondered why the elderly man came to his
office, because he preferred relating with Nnamdi and if at all the both of them had ever related
closely, it should be once or twice. He assumed that he probably came to see Nnamdi and
maybe he didn't meet him on seat and that's why he has come to know why he is not on seat.

"Uhm.. I'm sorry, sir. Daddy traveled. I guess, you're here to see him, sir." Uchenna said,
intending to keep him informed.

"No, I am aware he traveled, so, I am not here to see him. I came to see you." The man replied,
relaxing back on the chair.

"Oh, I see.. You're very welcome, sir." Uchenna told him, wearing a warm smile.

"Thank you, my son." Replied the man. "I do not intend to waste much time here, so, I would
just go straight to the reason why I am here." He began and Uchenna adjusted himself well on
the chair to give him courteous attentiveness, being an elder.

"You see, I have been a very committed member of this ministry from the beginning, right
from when the ministry was not known and hasn't gotten this global recognition. I was among
those who contributed money for the purchase of the first landed property this ministry owned
and I can confidently tell you that I know virtually everything about this ministry and how far God
has helped us.

I also knew how you started growing up so zealously for God, those days and today, we all can
see how far God has helped you; you have grown to become such a powerful man of God,
recognized here at home and abroad and I can tell that God has much more in stock for your life
than where you are.

You're have been a good son and servant to our father, the founder of this ministry and apart
from the fact that your sister is married to him, you have been very loyal to him in a way that no
other person has been and as such, he is also expected to give honour to whom honour is due
and that's why I came to see you, as an elder who sees what a young person like you might not
being seeing.." The was talking and Uchenna was just listening quietly, though, his spirit already
sensed where the man was headed, he kept his calm.

"I am here to speak to you as a father would speak to his son and as an elder to a young
man." The man continued.

"Some months ago, we held a board meeting in which I was in attendance and our father, the
Apostle openly announced to us that he has found his successor and that he is now ready to
make him known first to us, the board of trustees members and then, on his 75th birthday which
is just a few months from now, he would officially hand over the mantle of leadership to him.
Did he discuss this with you?" The man asked Uchenna.

This revelation hurt Uchenna and what made it worse was that question that followed, "Did he
discuss it with you?"

It hurt him because he was hearing it from an outsider for the first time which mean, the recent
rumours making round about Nnamdi planning to hand over to Nnaemeka, his son was true. His
pain was the fact that neither Nnamdi nor Chizaram it with him and it's embarrassing, hearing it
first as a rumour and now from a board of trustee's member.

"Did he tell you anything about this plan of his?" The man asked Uchenna again because he
didn't answer the first question and he could see the shock and disappointment on Uchenna's
face.

"Are you aware, that he is presently preparing his own son to take over the leadership position
that is rightfully yours, by merit?" He asked again and unconsciously, Uchenna didn't know when
he interrupted hm.

"Ugh.. Excuse me, sir. Can you just, stop!" He blurted out...

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"Why, did i say something wrong?" The elder asked.

"No, i am not just interested in this conversation, sir.." Uchenna replied.

"But you need to..." The man was still trying to make him see reasons why he should be
interested in the conversation but Uchenna didn't allow him to continue.

"Excuse me.. Excuse me, sir. I just need you to listen to me, sir." Uchenna interrupted him,
courteously and the man held back.

"Sir, I respect you a lot and I appreciate your concern for me on this matter but there's
absolutely nothing to worry yourself about here because i am not interested and has never been
interested in taking over any leadership position in this ministry. Everything you see me doing in
this ministry and where i am today as a person was not given to me as a position, God Himself
brought me this far.

I was barely eighteen years old when God directed me to go and submit under the Apostle as a
son, not as a successor. Then, there was no Potter's Place ministry, no physical structures;
there was no Potter's Place auditorium, offices or leadership positions, it was just the Apostle
going about the kingdom business.

There's was not even a wife nor children, just one man who choose to obey God's call and gave
his all to the pursuit of that call which we now see today as Potter's Place Ministries, it's only
Him and God who knew what they discussed about how the ministry should run and be
preserved; so, whatever he does is right and he is answerable to only the One who called him.

I met him first, as a son before becoming his in-law and my relationship with him, is far beyond
'in-law relationship', I am also a son to him. I knew exactly what i wanted to inherit from him as a
son and he has given it to me without any reservation, as a father.

He doesn't owe me anything and I honestly don't need that leadership position. I've never
thought about it because when God was sending me to go and submit under him, He didn't
show me nor told me anything about a leadership position, I am satisfied with what i have
inherited from him, already.

Please, sir, I beg you to fear God and respect His anointed by staying clear from this matter and
from anything that will paint God's servant in a bad light before the world." Uchenna told the
man with a tone of finality yet politely and for the next few minutes, there was a deep silence in
the office.

It was when Shalom entered the office that the man quickly pulled himself together and got up
to leave. Shalom wasn't expecting him to leave so fast because it looked like they were having
an important meeting before she entered, only for him to get up very fast and declared he was
leaving and Uchenna bade him, goodbye casually.

Shalom looked from the man to her husband and from her husband to the man and finally from
the man to her husband in a questioning manner as the door closed behind the man.

"I hope all is well?" She asked her husband and he just put up a warm smile to divert her
curiosity. He didn't want to raise that matter again, he preferred it died a natural death with the
answer he had already given the man than discussing it with his wife since he wasn't sure what
her own reaction would be, whether it would worsen or encourage things.

"I thought you two were discussing something serious, did my presence interrupt something?"
She asked Uchenna.

"No, it didn't..We were already done talking before you entered." He replied, standing up. "So,
can we go home, now?" He asked, almost immediately in order to prevent further questioning
from her.

"Yeah.. I am very sorry, I kept you waiting. More people were coming for counseling, i had to
even dismiss them and told them to see me in the office next week. They were really begging
that we hold this programs, often. What do you think?" She asked him.

"Why not pray about it?" He replied. "If you pray and God gives you the go-ahead, then you
have my support." He told her.

"No, i don't want just 'your support', I want us to be doing it together." She said, pleadingly as
she leaned on him. "I like it more when we do it together, please." She added, knowing that
Uchenna is not really interested in relationship matters, coupled with his busy schedules.

"Pray about it, first." He told her, trying to show her that he's tired and she got the message
then quickly picked up her things so they could leave.

They left the office at some minutes past 6pm and the only thing on his mind was how to get
home, take his bath, eat something and just go to bed, straight. But the moment they stepped
into the house, his phone rang and it was Nnamdi. He looked at his phone again, breathed in
and out to relieve tension before taking the call.

"Hello.. Good evening, sir." He greeted.

"Good evening, my dear." Replied Nnamdi. "Please, where are you?" He asked, almost
immediately.
 "I just entered the house, sir." Uchenna replied.

"Oh, sorry about that but i am still going to stress you. I need you to go over to the house, I
have some very important guests who came unannounced and I need you to be with them.
Please, start going now and let me know when get there." Nnamdi told him.

"Yes, sir." Uchenna replied and the moment Shalom heard, 'yes, sir,' she knew it was Nnamdi
and didn't need to ask her husband who or why, she knew he had sent him to go and do
something and she wasn't surprised when she saw Uchenna turning back.

He could call Uchenna at anytime, any day and send him on errands and for once, she had never
seen him frown at his calls or turned him down.

His answers has always been, 'yes, sir,' and the few times she tried to frown at the timing and
the inconveniences those calls caused them as a couple, he didn't allow her interfer in anything
that concerned his relationship with Nnamdi. She had observed that he could overlook talking
about Chizaram his own blood sister but not Nnamdi and so, she stopped interfering a very long
time ago and even now, there was nothing she could say .

"Uhm.. Daddy just called now, I need to be in the house. He said, some people are in the house
and he'd need me to stay with them..." He explained to Shalom and she just nodded because it
was not was a new thing.

Even Splendour, his beloved daughter who was running towards him, to welcome him, he didn't
see her because he was in a hurry to leave and off he went....

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When he got to Nnamdi's house, he met a motorcade from outside the gate with a good
number of military men standing outside the gate and he wondered what was going on. He
couldn't even drive into the house because there was no space, he had to pack outside then
walked into the house on foot and that was when he looked closely and found out it was a
Governor's convoy.

Getting inside the house, he met two men seated flamboyantly in the sitting room, upstairs and
he walked up to them, though he didn't see the Governor, himself.

"Good day, sirs." He greeted, courteously, wearing a warm smile as he stood before them
with poise.

"Good day! You must be the Apostle we've been waiting for.." One of them said, looking him
straight in the face. "Apostle Uchenna, am I right?" He added and Uchenna nodded in the
affirmative, still wearing a warm smile.

"Yes, you are." He replied him.

"Oh, you're welcome. Thank you so much for coming." The man said, offering him, his hand
for a handshake.

"You're welcome, sir." Uchenna replied, reciprocating the handshake before he finally took his
seat and they got down to business.

The man he shook hands with introduced himself as the Governor's Aide and had come on a
courtesy visit to see Nnamdi on behalf of the Governor but unfortunately, met his absence. They
had tried reaching him on the phone before the visit to the house but his Nigeria lines were not
reachable which was the reason why they came unannounced and it was upon their arrival that
they found out from Dan, his driver that he was out of the country.

Dan gave them a contact with which they reached him and discussed the purpose of their visit
to his house and he told them that he was out of the country but whatever it was that they
wanted him to do for them, he would send for his son to stand in for him which they accepted
and that was when he called Uchenna.

The President would be visiting Enugu State for the Swearing-In Ceremony of the newly elected
Governor of the state and the Governor humbly requested the presence of Nnamdi to bless the
occasion.

When the Governor was told that Nnamdi was not in the country but he was willing to send a
representative, he accepted it and when the Aide finished discussing with Uchenna, he(Uchenna)
called Nnamdi to let him know what they discussed and he told him to go and grace the
occasion on his behalf.

After speaking with Nnamdi on the phone, he assured them that he would be there on the slated
date of the Governor's swearing-in ceremony and with that, they collected his phone number and
left.

As Uchenna was driving back home, he got thinking about what happened a few minutes ago at
Nnamdi's house and from there he began to reflect on the many great connections he has
gotten over the years through Nnamdi, both in Nigeria and outside the country.

He thought about the places and people he never would have thought in his wildest
imaginations that he would go and meet that he(Nnamdi) has used his influence to introduced
and sent him to and he admitted to himself again that if it were not for Nnamdi who gave him,
his shoulders to climb upon to attain the height he was, it would have taken him taken him many
years of of strenuous struggles and labour to attain half of the height he has attained in life.

"And somebody was busy telling me nonsense about fighting for a leadership position? What
again am I looking for in leadership position that this man has not used his connection to give
me?" He asked nobody but himself as he drove home.

"This is the fourth State Governo he is connecting me with in Nigeria and i have had
opportunities of meeting with high ranking government officials outside the country through his
influence, all their contacts which i still have on my phone till date and can call any of them at
any time, if i needed their helps for anything in their states.

To hell with that devil that thinks he can use elder Emenike to ruin my relationship with God's
Servant; if he likes, let him hand over the leadership position to his gateman, i don't care. I am
fulfilled right here with all the privileges and immunities i have and still enjoys under him.
Everybody should just mind their business." Uchenna concluded as he drove home, happily.

When Shalom tried to find out how the meeting went and who the visitors were, he told her
everything and she gave him a very wide and proud smile then said;

"Hmm... Apostle, sir. I am going to follow you to this Swearing-In Ceremony. And please, don't
even say anything because, I have noticed you no longer carry me along with you for programs
but you see this one, I am going with you." She told him with a tone of finality, though smiling
and he turned and looked at her, surprised...

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EPISODE 21,(unedited).

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 "So... Why is someone so interested in going for this occasion, what happened?" Uchenna
asked her, putting up a funny and a suspicious expression.

"What do you mean, what happened? I want to go with MY husband for a special event, did
something have to happen before i can attend an occasion with my husband?" Shalom asked in
response, avoiding the question.

"No, this one is different, why are you so interested in going for the event?" He asked her,
again.

"Ha! See me, see questioning o.." She said, laughing hysterically. "I mean, can't I go with my
own husband to a program again? Is it not daddy and mummy that traveled out of the country
together for a program as husband and wife?

Don't you know you're supposed to be carrying me along with you to your outside programs or is
it because i have not been talking?" She said, trying to look serious.

"You're just trying to avoid the question because, you and i know that we've already discussed
all these things before now. Was i not going to programs with you before?" He asked her.

"Yes, but you stopped." She replied.

"I was not the one who stopped it, we both agreed to pause it for the time being until when the
children have come to a certain age, to enable you have time to watch and monitor them. Even
the mummy you're talking about, was it not just last year or two that she started travelling
around with daddy?

And that is because their children are all grown, so, she's freer, now than before. There are still
program we can be going together with Splendour, if you want but i am also considering the fact
that you already have lots of work that's taking your time as the chief administrator of The
Potter's Place Ministries and I wouldn't want to overstress you, so you don't break down or grow
older than me.." He said, laughing.

"I am not complaining, I want to be going out with my husband; at least, those ones we can go
together with Splendour, carry me along with you because, as you're seeing me right now, I am
ready to do ministry, now.." She said, demonstrating how ready she was while he laughed.

"I am already seeing myself walking elegantly with you into that Swearing-In Ceremony of the
newly elected Governor, tomorrow. And you must hold my hand o... Yes, you have to hold my
hand and walk hand in hand with me as we step into the event ground, so that everybody will
know that I am the Apostle's wife.." She said, showing him how she's going to walk elegantly
and both of them bursted out, laughing.

"You've not told me what you drank this night that's intoxicating you like this.." He told her
amidst the laughter because she was actually acting highly, ecstatic...
At Timothy's place, he had been out since morning and was hungry and tired, having been on a
fast. He was sure his wife had prepared something good for him to eat and he was just going
home with that on his mind, that he would even eat first, before taking his bath because of how
hungry he was.

He arrived home, knocked on the door and Mary answered the door. She welcomed him with a
hug and corrected the bag in his hand.

"You're welcome, Babe." She greeted as she collected the bag from his hand.

"Oh, God! Thank you.." He said, sitting down on the chair, exhaustedly and removing his shoes
at the same time he was unbuttoning his shirt, he asked.

"Babe, what did you cook?" He asked, seeing that the dinning was not yet set. "I'm very
hungry." He added.

"Don't worry, I prepared something special for you. I served it in the bedroom, come, let's go.."
She said, picking up his shoes in one hand while giving him the other hand, to help him up and
he quickly gave her his hand, got up and followed her to the bedroom.

On getting to the room, he found out that the room's light was off and everywhere was dark and
he was expecting her to put on the light since she was the first to walk into the room but she
didn't, instead, she kept walking into the darkroom and he was wondering if the light in the room
was faulty.

"Where's the room dark, did the light bulb burnout?" He asked, standing at the door.

"Oh, sorry.." She replied. "I was the one who put it off while going out, please, help me put it
on." She replied and he quickly stretched his hand towards the wall socket by the door side and
switched the light on.

The room was lightened up and the moment he turned around, his eyes saw the most beautiful
write up of his life, printed on the bedframe thus;

"Babe, I Am Pregnant." He read it in his head then turned and looked at his wife and she
smiled, waving at him the positive pregnancy test strip in her hand and a copy of her pregnancy
scan result...

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EPISODE 22,(unedited).

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Timothy just walked up to the bed, sat down and covered his face with his hands as he broke
into tears. Mary didn't expect that, she was expecting him to jump, scream and hug her but this
his reaction showed her that all the while she's been crying and worrying, he has just been
acting strong for her but silently he was also hurting and very bothered.

She didn't know when she went and joined him, leaned on his shoulder and cried with him. She
has never seen him cry before unless maybe, during a very intense worship to God but seeing
him weep so much because of the positive pregnancy result made her very emotional.

They just held each other and had a good cry together with no words but with every sobs and
streams of tears were wrapped tons of gratitude to God that words cannot express, even the
hunger pangs disappeared. She was now the one patting him like a baby to stop crying.

"Thank you so much for all those times you were being strong for me, all those times i was
weak in faith and you held me up with your own faith; thanks for being patient with me when i
wasn't patient with myself and God that you took the pain to calm and teach me to wait,
patiently, for the times i practiced crazy faith actions in sowing and words that you didn't
discourage but encouraged and joined me to do those crazy things. Thank you, Babe.." She
appreciated him.

They both stayed in each other's arms for close to an hour, expressing gratitudes both to God
and to each other, she literally had to beg him to sit up and eat because he wasn't feeling hungry
anymore...

At Johnson's place, Rose called him the previous day that she would love to see Jayson, her son
by weekend and that she would send someone to come and pick the boy up, so he could spend
the weekend with her.

Johnson didn't like the idea, he protested that the notice was too sudden and that he can't
release his son to just anyone rather, she should just exercise some patience till when Jayson's
school goes on holiday for the session then he would, himself bring him over to her, to spend
the holiday with her but she insisted that she must see the boy by weekend because she is
going on journey and can't wait till the holiday before seeing her son.

It was almost causing a misunderstanding between them and Joy had to calm him down, to just
release the child to her but he said he was not going to release the boy to anybody because, he
doesn't even know where Rose lives and where they'd be taking the child to, so, he requested
that it's either she come over and see the child or she send him the address of the place or the
state where she's based and he would bring the child by himself, to her but she refused to
disclose her address and also rejected the option of her coming down to see the child at his
place.

When she rejected the two options, he told her on the phone that he was not going to release
the boy to anybody and that, that's final. It took Joy, calming and begging him for close to two
hours in the night before his anger finally subsided and he agreed to let the boy go.

"...No problem, they can come and take the child; in fact, she can as well take the child to go
stay with her forever, I don't mind paying for child care but the one i wouldn't take is she handing
the child over to me yet disturbing my peace every now and then that you want the child to
come and spend the weekend with her when she could just come around and see him or wait
for the holiday to see him.." Johnson was in the room expressing his displeasure while Joy kept
telling him to calm down.

"It's okay.. Just calm down, please. You're allowing this thing to get the best of you and it's not
good. Please, just calm down.." Joy kept calming him.

"I am only reacting this way because i wouldn't want this to become a norm, that any day she
just wakes up from sleep and want to see the boy, she would call me to send the boy to her, I
mean, why risk the boy's life?

If she wants to stay with the boy, i don't have a problem with that, i can take responsibility for
the child from here while he stays with her..." Johnson tried explaining his anger to her.

"It's okay, i understand but I don't think she'd make it a norm; maybe it's because she wants to
travel as she said and would like to just see her son before traveling. Just calm down, please.."
She kept begging him till he became calm.

On Friday evening, a young lady came over to Johnson's house, following the address Rose gave
her, to come and pick Jayson up and they released the boy to him, though Johnson was still
upset but he didn't say much as even the lady had been warned by Rose not to disclose where
she was taking the child, the only peace he had was that Jayson recognized the lady that was
sent. He called her, "Aunt Rachel," which means, the lady must have been very close to Rose.

On Sunday evening, Jayson was returned back to the house in the company of aunt Rachel, the
same lady who whom Rose sent to pick Jayson up on Friday. She came with the news that Rose
has been sick and died in a private hospital that morning...

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EPISODE 23,(unedited).

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"Excuse me, sir." Aunt Rachel had courteously called Johnson's attention few minutes after
arriving the house with Jayson and he just looked up at her. "Please, can i have a minute of your
time?" She requested.

"Okay." He replied then she drew close to where he was seated while Jayson sat with Joy and
with a lowered voice, she said to Johnson;

"I'm sorry this message is coming to you in this manner." She began while he listened, quietly.

"Rose has been sick for months now and last week, it got worse and she was admitted into a
private hospital but she didn't want anyone to know about her health condition, including her
own family members which was also the reason she didn't want me to disclose where she stays
to you.

She's been shutting almost everybody out of her life and I believe it's because of the betrayals
she had experienced from friends and family which led to her sickness as a result of slow-acting
food poisons injected into her food and drinks. She fought so hard to live, unfortunately, we lost
her..." Rachel was still talking when Johnson interrupted.

"What are you saying?" He asked, looking horrified.

"She died in the hospital, this morning." She told him.

"Tell me, you're joking.." Johnson shouted and still finding it hard to believe her. "Rose cannot..
Oh, my God! No.." He didn't even know what to say at that moment as tears clouded his eyes
then he remembered that Jayson was there, watching and he needed to suppress his emotions
and pull himself together.

"What's the problem?" Joy asked, confused and walked up to Johnson who was already
standing and pacing around. Looking from Rachel who was trying hard not to cry, dabbing her
eyes to dry her tears from flowing, to her husband, she asked him again.

"What happened?" She asked him, searching his eyes for answers.

"Rose is dead." He replied her, lowering his voice, so that the boy would not hear what they're
saying as he probably have not really understood in his little mind what losing a mother truly
means.
 "Jesus!" Joy shouted, also trying to lower her voice.

"Uhm... You know what? Just take Jayson to the room, let me talk with her and find out other
information from her, before she leaves. I don't want him to hear what we'd be discussing.."
Johnson told Joy and she nodded her head, went and carried Jayson to come with her to the
room.

"So, what's the next plan? I mean.. Has her body been deposited in the mortuary and her
family informed?" He asked.

"Yes, she's in the mortuary already and we've informed her family, though, her mother has not
been informed yet, i believe they'd do that this night but her father and brothers has been
informed." She explained.

"Arrh... Rose, why so soon?

I knew it that all was not well with her and tried everything within my power to get her to talk but
she would not let me in, she bottled everything up in silent and died without saying anything to
me. Maybe I am also one of those who betrayed her and she was probably angry with me, that
explains why..." Johnson started lamenting, feeling somewhat guilty.

"I don't think so, I lived in the same house with her for five years as Jayson's nanny and never
heard her spoke evil of you; she loved you and even on her sick bed, she spoke well of you to her
son. And one more thing, she gave me this, to give you." She said, bringing out an envelop from
her handbag which she handed over to him.

He breathed a great sigh of relief, hearing that Rose was not angry with her and had as a matter
of fact, spoken well of him then collected the brown envelop from her hand. She stood up to
leave and he requested to have her phone contact, so he can be following up with updates
regarding Rose's funeral and the preparations and she gave him, her phone number....

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"Jay, I am sorry that I am reaching you in this manner and time. I am also sorry for the times i
was rude towards. I know you might be wondering what is going on with me because this is
definitely not the Rose you used to know.

I have been driven into a world of my own and it's been very hard letting anyone in, it has just
been me and Jayson. Jayson was the only reason i wanted to live but it's sad that as much as i
really want to live for my child, i don't have that chance, anymore and by the time you will get
this letter, I will have left this wicked world..." Tears were already running down Johnson's cheek
as he read Rose's note.

"The purpose of this note is still to beg you and your wife to, please, take care of my son for
me. Giving birth to Jayson is and will remain the only good thing i have ever done in my entire
short life, here on earth.

Please, don't hurt my child or allow anyone to hurt him. If you can, please, love him like your own
soul and protect him. This is from your Rose." The note ended with Johnson really crying
profusely, still finding it difficult to believe that Rose was dead.

Joy came out few minutes later and found him sitting all alone in a mournful mood and she sat
down beside him, quietly. For close to five minutes, she didn't say a word as she thought of the
right comforting words to say to him.
 "Honey, I understand it hurts but you need to be strong for Jayson, especially now, so that he
wouldn't see much need to worry about seeing his mother." She said, calmly and he just sighed,
expressing sadness as he rested his head on the couch.

"Hmm... Where is he?" He asked, referring to Jayson.

"He's sleeping." She replied. "His little mind must have been through some stress." She added.

"Hmm.." Johnson sighed and breathed heavily again. "I never saw this coming, honestly. Rose
probably died a lonely woman, she couldn't even open up to anyone about her challenges and
it's, it's just sad." He said, reflectively.

"It's such a pity." Joy said in response and there was a brief silence then she said. "Erm.. I don't
know, can Jayson be sleeping with us in our room for the mean time? I feel he might be
frightened if he's left to sleep alone in his room.." She suggested and he quickly agreed with her.

"Yes.. yes, please." He said, agreeing with her. "Thank you so much, for that suggestion. That's
why i will always vouch for you, you're so thoughtful and kind and i know that with you, Jayson
would not feel the vacuum his mother has left in his life, much because i am very sure that
you're going to treat him the same way, you'll treat other of our children.

You know.. Rose gave that lady a written note, to give me and in the letter, she was seriously
begging that you and I should, please take care of Jayson for her but i wasn't even bothered
about whether Jayson would be well taken care of because, I know more than i know my name
that you will take care of him more than me.

I know this because you're a good person, you are and you also have the fear of God; I am just
privileged to have you as my wife and i am praying you don't change. Promise you won't change,
because i trust you so much, i have never trusted any woman this much in my entire life and i
don't want to stop trust you, either.." He told her.

"Why would I want to change?" She asked him, smiling.

"I don't know, I just want you to reassure me that you're not going to change and if you also
see or notice at any point in our marriage that i am beginning to change negatively or do things
that you don't like, you can call my attention and i promise, i will adjust but please, i don't want
you to change. So, promise me, you won't change.." He requested.

"Hmm.. Okay, I am not going to change, by God's grace." She told him, beaming.

"Amen! That grace is already inside you, thank you very much for assuring me." He told her,
kissing her on the forehead. "I love you, so much." He added as he held her in his arms.

"I love you, too." She replied.

"Yeah..That reminds me, this is the letter Rose sent to me." He gave her the note to read while
resting on his arms...

Bar. Precious and Mma traveled to Dallas, the United States for the Deborah's Mandate and
there, she met someone very handsome, someone she knew way back in Nigeria...

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 They had arrived the conference hall where the Deborah's Conference was held on the Friday
evening and were warmly welcomed and ushered to their seats at the ministers seat section at
the platform.

After settling down in their seats, Mma lifted up her eyes and looking around at the well
decorated hall, filled with women, both young and old; she wanted to feed her eyes more and so,
her eyes went round the hall, from the pew to the activities going on, on the stage and somehow,
her eyes from the stage to the choir loft and from there, she saw a young man walking up the
stage, wearing an earphone.

He looked really familiar but she couldn't remember who and where she knew him from and it
was so fast, she watched him exchanged the wireless microphone in his hand with the
supposed music director and collected the one being used then went back and out of sight.

He must be one of the sound engineers in the technical room, she thought while trying hard to
remember where she must have met that face but when she couldn't figure it out, she stopped
trying and focused her attention on enjoying the awesome moment of worship in the presence
of God as the choir ministered in songs.

It was the choir ministration that ushered in the preacher, in the person of Bar. Precious Peters,
the International President of The Deborah's Mandate.

She ministered powerfully in Word and when it was time for prayers, she had a particular song
she wanted to sing but called Mma to come up the stage and minister that song while she
prayed and laid hands the women because each she (Mma) sings that song, it drives her deep
into the spirit.

Mma went up and took the microphone to sing as instructed and from the sound control room
where the sound engineers were working and monitoring everything happening on the stage and
in the choir loft through their system, this same young man saw Mma and recognized her from
the very moment she started singing.

He was taken aback in shock and stared at the system for some minutes trying to be sure
whether it was his mind that was playing tricks on him. He had to leave the sound room, to the
conference hall and walked around at pew just to see the person singing on the stage, to be
sure it was Mma and she was truly the one.

"Oh, wow! She's the one!" He exclaimed as he walked back to the sound control room. His
eyes were fixed on her as he watched her on the screen from the control room.

After the program that, he wanted to meet her but there were too many people around Bar.
Precious and she was holding unto Mma's hand as she was talking and greeting people, walking
out to the car waiting outside for them. He made up his mind to get to her by all means, the next
day being Saturday and that'd also be the last day of the conference.
The following day being Saturday and the last day of the conference, the program took another
dimension when after preaching, Precious made an altar call for women who are trusting God
for a special visitation and many women came out to answer the call then she said that God has
a message for about forty three women who came out for the altar call but she isn't the one
whom God is going to use but her daughter.

The daughter she was referring to was Mma and turning to her, she called her up to come and
speak the mind of God over the women and she went up and collected the microphone,
meanwhile, this young man was watching from the control room with rapt attention.

The moment came up the stage, he went out and climbed up the stage to change her
microphone with a better one, just so he could come in close contact with her...

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Mma did not take notice of him because she was already facing the congregation and was
very concentrated in the spirit as she felt nervous but unruffled, standing before the crowd.

"Lift up your hands, everybody.." She started and that was when he brought another
microphone to her, she just collected it without looking at who brought it then gave back the one
she was previously holding and faced the congregation again.

"God says He is visiting forty three women in this house, I don't know how He's going to do
that but I can feel His presence in this house and wherever the Lord is, there is liberty; there's
emancipation from bondages, healing and deliverances takes place and that's what we're about
experiencing, right now.

God is healing depressions, right now. He said, I should tell seven women listening to me right
now, who has been very faithful to Him both in the secret and in the open, in defending the faith
and advancing His kingdom, uncompromisingly, between now and the next seven days, the
seven of you shall manifest a new anointing.

I see the downpouring of pure oil coming out of a horn, the similitude of the anointing, being
poured upon those seven heads right now and a voice saying, 'between now and the next seven
seven days, you shall see the manifestation of my anointing upon your lives and you shall know
that I, Jehovah El-ROI, I see your services and your sacrifices.

The anointing is resting upon those heads, right now..." She said and about five women fell face
down on the floor, crying profusely and unable to control their while the woman who was in
charge of the Deborah's Mandate Dallas felt shivers all over her body and began to tremble
when she Mma prophesied that the anointing is resting upon the seven women.

Barrister Precious held her from falling as she shook vehemently, manifesting back-and-forth
and up-and-down movement. And while holding her, Precious prayed earnestly for herself, that
God should not pass her bye but also make her a partaker of that anointing and that was it;
herself got triggered while holding someone under the anointing, they both prayed their hearts
out, falling on their knees.

"As we speak, I see a woman lying on a stretcher at the back of the pew, unable to walk and
cannot sit, someone standing here brought her in that state but I see the healing power of God
resting upon her right now. I see something like a new spinal cord being fixed on her, you better
run to the back and help her right, now..." She was still talking when a woman started pushing
her way through and running to the back of the pew.
Over here, there are sixteen people suffering from respiratory diseases and chronic lung
diseases being healed right, now. I saw asthma just left somebody, now and if you have been
having shortness of breath or difficulty, breathing, go ahead and breath in and out now because
you have been healed.." As she was still talking, shouts of joy were heard from the back, the
woman on the stretch was up and walking down the aisle on her own without any aids.

"Angelica! I see this name 'Angelica', if you are here, God just healed you of cancer. Cancer is
gone..." The shouts became too much as God was confirming every of His words from her
mouth but because Mma was still very young and inexperienced on how to manage such
rowdiness on stage while staying connected in the spirit, she totally lost disconnection and
opening her eyes, she turned to Barrister Precious in confusion.

She went and handed the microphone over to her and went back to her seat, covering her eyes
because her eyes saw many other things in the spirit which her mouth could not describe and at
that moment, she cannot even remember a single thing she said while standing there on the
altar yet there were lots of confirmations.

After this session with Mma, Precious also held another session of prayer for the leaders and
organizers of the conference where she laid hands on the newly elected Deborah's Mandate
leaders and ministered unto them in prayers before handing over the microphone.

After the program, there was a brief meeting in the conference room between Precious and a
few leaders while Mma waited for her, sitting close bye. She was observing everyone and
everything happening, those going out of the hall and those coming in as well as those hugging
and exchanging greetings with cheerful laughs.

She also saw the many people staring in admiration at her and those waving their hands at her
from afar which she reciprocated with smiles and waves, too but there was this particular young
man that kept walking to and fro, up and down, looking at her, none stop.

Of course she recognized him, he was the same conference sound engineer she saw the
previous day, whose face looked quite familiar, like someone she had known way back in
Nigeria but haven't been able to figure out who and where she must have met him.

"Why's he staring at me?" She thought within her and just then he waved at her from where he
was standing, some distance a way.

Thinking he was waving at someone else, she turned and looked around, to know who he was
waving at but it was clear, it was her but she didn't want to draw people's attention to what the
young man was doing with her, so, she looked away and turned the other way to face Precious
and the women with her.

"Ugh! She just turned her face away from me." The young man exclaimed, feeling
disappointed. "But she's supposed to know who I am. Maybe i should just go up there and meet
her." He thought and just then, he saw Precious and the women rising up to the feet, apparently
done with their discussions and he had to stand by and watch while thinking of the next action
to take.

When they turned to leave, Mma's eyes went in search of him, to see whether he's still around
and yes, he was still standing there. She walked past, following Precious and the women as they
walked down towards the exit door.

"Mmasinachi Nnamdi.." Someone called her full name so loud from behind and she turned....

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 It was this same guy and she stood, and waited for him to walk up to her, as he was already
doing.

"Hi.. Mmasinachi, good to see you, again!" He exclaimed, excited as he hurried up to her.

"Hi.." She replied with a warm smile, standing there and trying hard to see if she could
remember his name as well but it was hard for her.

"Uhm.. I...Uh.." He suddenly didn't know what to say to her as he stood before her, grinning
from ear to ear and trying to find words. Mma also stood there beaming with smiles shyly,
without saying anything and just then Precious who had walked some distance away before
realizing that Mma was not with her came looking for her and called out to her immediately he
saw her from afar.

"Mma!" She called on seeing her standing with a young man whom she obviously does not
know and Mma turned.

"Uh... I gat to go.." She said, respectfully on seeing that Precious was coming for her.

"Oh, she's coming for you, already.." He said under his breathe, looking tensed and she
nodded in the affirmative.

"Uh.. I live here in the United States and I'd like to know, where do you live." He requested.

"I'm studying in the UK." She replied in a hurry, turning and taking a few steps backwards
from him, an attempt to leave before Precious meets her, there.

"Oh, that's great. Please, can I have your contact, so i can call you?" He asked very fast but
Mma's attention was already divided knowing that Precious was calling and coming for her.

She just waved him, goodbye while he stood there watching as Precious came and led her away,
he regretted not asking for her contact quick, enough. He stood there watching as the entered
the car and waited until the car drove them away and Mma was also watching him through the
car window.

"Who's he?" Precious asked, observing the way she had been so engrossed in watching him
through the window from the moment she entered into the car.

"Uh... Oh, him?" She said, jolting out of her thought.

"Are you, okay?" Precious asked, seeing the way she jolted.

"Yeah, I'm okay.. I am fine." She replied.

"Okay. So, I was asking, who's that guy?" She asked her, again.
 "Umm... Well, I knew him from Nigeria but I can't remember his name, cuz we weren't so
close." Mma replied, discreetly.

"Oh, from Nigeria!" Precious exclaimed.

"Darling, so sorry, I interrupted you two but I was scared when I turned and didn't see you
anywhere behind me, plus, we were almost going late and I didn't want us to miss our flight.."
She explained why she had to lead her away the way from him she did.

"It's fine." Mma replied. "We weren't discussing anything serious." She added and that ended
the conversation about the nameless.

"So, back to what happened at the conference, you did amazingly, well. I'm so proud of you,
my darling." Precious commended her.

"I did well?" She asked, trying to figure out what, exactly.

"Yeah, you did." Precious affirmed.

"Can I ask you a question, please?" Mma asked.

"Yes, sure. You can." Precious replied.

"What really did i do?" She asked. "Cuz, I honestly can't remember any single thing that
happened or that i did, in there at the conference." Mma said, with utmost frankness.

"You don't remember anything, like you prophesying and declaring the mind of God with
instant confirmations, following?" Precious asked, looking into her eyes.

"No, I didn't." She replied and Precious was surprised.

"Really?" She said, finding it weird. "Okay... Don't worry, I'm gonna show you the video clips."
Precious said, getting her camera to show her the video clips of herself, prophesying and she
sat quietly watching, in wonderment.

"I said, all that?" She asked Precious, amazed...

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"Yes.." Replied Precious, staring at Mma in amazement.

"And..You think they're correct?" Mma asked, again.

"Of course, they were. There were many confirmations to prove that everything you said, were
from God. Look, the book of Deuteronomy chapter 18 verses 21 and 22 says;

"And if you say in your [minds and] hearts, How shall we know which words the Lord has not
spoken?

When a prophet speaks in the name of the Lord, if the word does not come to pass or prove true,
that is a word which the Lord has not spoken. The prophet has spoken it presumptuously; you
shall not be afraid of him." Precious quoted a scripture and began from there to explain the
dynamics of prophecy and the operations of the prophetic gifts.

"My darling, before i called you to come up to the stage, I heard God and He was the One who
told me to call you so He can speak through you, to the people and that's one of the ways God
speaks through His prophets, by prophecy.
Prophecy reveals or speaks of future events; things that are going to happen in the future, it also
reveal what is happening in the present, now in the spirit realm which are hidden to the naked
eyes and prophecy also reveals the things that has already happened which no one saw or knew.

These were the three operational dimensions God used you to speak to the people at the
conference and as for you, not remembering anything you said out there, I think it's part of the
dynamics of prophecy at your level.

I believe you were either seeing some images or words which were beyond your understanding
as a human and as an inexperienced prophetess but the Spirit of the Lord took over your lips
and spoke all those things through you, even when you as a person did not understand what you
were seeing.

For instance, in Zechariah 4:1-5,

1. Now the angel who talked with me came back and wakened me, as a man who is wakened
out of his sleep.

2. And he said to me, “What do you see?” So I said, “I see, a lampstand of solid gold with a bowl
on top of it, and on the stand seven lamps with seven pipes to the seven lamps.

3.Two olive trees are by it, one at the right of the bowl and the other at its left...” Precious used
her phone bible App to show and read out the scripture for her.

"This thing that happened to Zachariah, here was probably what happened to you, you were
seeing things and your were probably asked to describe what you were seeing and the moment
you opened your mouth, the Spirit of God took over your lips, calling out and describing the
situations in people's lives, even when you, yourself did not know nor understand what you were
saying.

The only difference between you and Zachariah was that he's more mature and experienced in
the operation of the prophetic gift than you. He was seeing and describing things that he didn't
understand and he asked questions, to know and understand what he was seeing. Take a look
at verse 4 and 5, Zachariah said;

"I asked the angel who talked with me, saying, “What are these, my lord?

5. Then the angel who talked with me answered and said to me, “Do you not know what these
are?” And I said, “No, my lord.” Precious showed and read the verse four and five of Zachariah
chapter four for her.

"Did you see the difference, now?

Zechariah was given a vision of something he doesn’t understand, and he asked the angel who
was with him to explain what it is to him and when he was given the explanation, he
remembered it even after he came back to his consciousness.
 But in your own case, you didn't ask to understand and so, it'll be difficult for you to remember
the things you saw in the spirit realm because the way things appears in the spirit are not
always the way they manifest in the physical realms, you can't always understand spiritual
things unless you ask the Spirit of God to explain them to you and when they are explained to
your own understanding, you will always remember everything you saw.

So, when next you find yourself seeing strange things in the realm of the spirit, ask the Holy
Spirit to explain to you, what those things meant or what they are, okay?" Precious told her and
she felt a bit relieved...

The unnamed young man at the Deborah's Conference who spoke with Mma was speaking with
someone in Nigeria over the phone and he was telling the person that he just met Apostle
Nnamdi's daughter some minutes ago. The person he called on the phone at the other end was
a woman and she was asking him, what brought Mma to Dallas.

"...They came for a women's conference, here in Dallas and mom, she's so anointed." The
young man praised her anointing, from this conversation, the woman was his mother.

"And she's also beautiful and calm." He added.

"Oh, yeah.. She is and uh.. Is the Lord saying something?" His mother asked, jokingly at the
other end and young man smiled, widely.

"Mom, I dunno know but I like her, already. She's my kind of woman, the woman of my
dream.." He said, smiling and scratching his head, embarrassed at the way his mother was
laughing at him at the other end....

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"Awwn... My baby boy is in love." The woman teased him while he blushed, scratching his
head. "She's actually a good girl and I like her for you, too but what about making her your friend,
to start with?" His mother suggested at the other end.

"Yeah but i couldn't get her contact. Could you help get her contact for me, please?"He
requested.

"Help you?" She asked. "You know I don't have her contact." She replied.

"I know, right.. But you could get it from her mom or dad, mom." He said, trying to persuade her.

"No, child. I ain't doing that, you have her dad's contact, don't you?" She asked him.

"Yes, I do." He replied. "But i have not communicated him, in months." He replied, feeling guilty.

"Well, you and I know he likes you a lot and treats you like a son which was the reason he gave
you his personal contact; so, now is the time to start communicating him then you could tell him
that you met his daughter in Dallas at a women's conference but you didn't have the opportunity
to get her phone contact before she left and you could ask for her number which i am sure that,
he'd give you.." She told him.

"Mom, are you sure this's a good idea?" He asked, feeling sceptical. "I'm kinda scared, right
now." He added.

"Apostle is a humble man of God. He's not so hard to deal with and that reminds me, we're
preparing for his 65th birthday which is a few weeks from now and you should call him." She
told him.
 "Oh, really?" He interjected out of excitement. "Mom, I'd be there." He told his mother.

"You'll come for the birthday celebration, in Nigeria?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I will." He replied.

"Uh..uh..Well, that's fine but are you sure about this?" She asked him again because her son
that she knew, doesn't like coming down to Nigeria having lived the bulk of his life abroad.

"Sure, I am. Ain't you excited about that?" He asked her.

"Of course, I am.. Just surprised." She replied. "I mean, you of all people knows I'd be the
happiest person to see you, my child in whom i am well pleased.

So, if you're sure about that, you should call Apostle and let him know you're coming to Nigeria
in honour of his birthday celebration, I sure know he'd be very happy. And one more thing, don't
forget to inform your father, too." She told him.

"Thank you, mom. I love you, and you're the best." He told his mother.

"I love you, too, son." She replied before they brought the call to an end.

Since the last time Mma and Josh chatted on the phone and he talked about dating another girl,
which got her upset, they had not spoken again because they were both angry with each other
but Mma's birthday came and he was the first to send her a birthday messages at exactly 12am.

"To the best friend in the world, to the sweetest soul in the world, to the most beautiful girl i
have ever met and to the BIGGEST 18th birthday I have ever waited for, all my life.

On this special day of yours, I just want you to know that I still love you and will always do; you
have been grafted on the wall of my heart, I find it so impossible forgetting or letting you go and
I honestly pray and hope that this your 18th birthday brings us together in love. Happy Birthday,
Beautiful. Can I call to hear your voice later, please?" The text message read and she read it the
second time then dropped the phone.

For whatever reasons, she suddenly became unhappy at the 11th hour, just before her 18th
birthday which she had been waiting for, with high expectations yet she couldn't tell why she
wasn't happy....

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She stayed awake, staring, tossing and turning, unable to pray or think straight till around
1am when sleep showed her mercy and she dozed off.

Her phone rang at the early hours of the morning and woke her up from the sleep, picking up the
phone, she saw it was her father and she answered the call.

"Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you..

happy birthday to you..." She listened as her father and mother sang a birthday song for her.

"Thank you, Dad. Thank you, mom." She appreciated them, coldly unlike her usual happy self
and her parent felt her melancholic mood.
 "Sweetheart, are you, okay?" Chizaram asked, immediately.

"Yes, mom. I am fine." She replied.

"You don't sound fine, girlfriend. What's the problem?" Nnamdi asked, too.

"I'm okay, dad." She replied, her voice breaking and distinct.

"No, you're not, my baby. Tell us what happened, you know we care about you, right?"
Chizaram asked, persuasively.

"I know but I am fine." She told them.

"It's okay, if you insist but you know it's your special day; your eighteenth birthday which
you've been looking forward to. So, you ought to be happy and exude happiness but you don't
sound like one who is happy, or are you feeling sleepy?" Nnamdi asked her.

"I think I am." She replied. "Mom, dad... I'll be fine, i promise." She told them.

"Okay.. We'd leave you to sleep then, we'd call again, later." He told her.

"Thank you, dad." She replied.

"Sweetheart, we love you." Chizaram told her.

"I love you, more." She replied and with that, they ended the call.

Precious and her husband, pastor Peter with the children waited for after the morning devotion
to sing and celebrate she and her brother's birthday with them and she just stood there, coldly
with a warm smile as they sang for them and also presented a birthday cake for them to cut.
Junior seemed more excited but then, her melancholy mood was not so noticeable because she
was a calm natured person, temperament wise.

"Thank you, so much, uncle. Thank you, auntie." She appreciated them after cutting the cake
with Junior.

"So, I'm officially 18, today!

I am now a grown up, free to make my own decisions and everybody should get ready to respect
my decisions." Junior said, excitedly.

"Yes, you're eighteen but we are Africans, and an african child can never outgrow his parents,
so, calm down boy. As far as we're concerned, you're still a child and we are still going to be
interfering in your decisions, okay?" Precious replied Junior.

"No, Auntie! That's not fair. I am officially a grown up, now and my decisions and opinions
should be respected." Junior argued with her.
 "Junior, she's right. You got to understand that we're africans and no african parent or
guardian would let you have your way, always. You're just eighteen by number but you don't
know many things yet, that your parents and guardians knows. So, you gat to calm down..."
Pastor Peter and his wife were talking to Junior and Mma quietly left to her room.

After speaking with Junior, they found out that Mma has gone to her room and Precious went
there, to meet her.

"It's your eighteenth birthday, my darling. Make a wish and i got you covered." She told Mma
but just smiled, sadly and told her that she didn't have any wish. Every attempt to get her to say
something failed and on her own, she promised to take her out by weekend.

Nnamdi called Mma again and she was still sounding moody and while he was trying to find out
from her what it was that was bothering her, she started crying and couldn't say anything. He
had to end the call and called Precious, immediately to go and check up on her and know what's
wrong with her.

"Mma Darling, daddy said, you're crying.." Precious said, as she rushed into her room after
speaking with Nnamdi.

"Oh, you're crying! What's the problem?" She asked but Mma didn't even know why she was
crying, her heart was just heavy and she couldn't explain it and after asking her much questions
and got negative response in all of them, she asked her the last question that came to her mind.

"Are you missing, Dad and Mom?" She asked her and that questions soothed her spirit, she
nodded her head in the positive.

"Yes." She replied, wiping off her tears.

"You want to go see them in Nigeria?" She asked her again and she nodded in the affirmative.

"Uh..Okay. Don't worry, let me talk to dad about that, okay?" Precious told her and she nodded,
feeling a bit relieved....

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"Yes, sir.. I just spoke with her and she said, she she's missing you and mom." Precious
reported back to Nnamdi.

"Oh, that's why she's acting up, sulking?" Nnamdi said, relieved it wasn't something serious.

"(laughs)Yes, sir." Precious replied. "She's just being a baby girl, I guess." She added.

"Alright, let me speak with her and i will get back to you. God bless you." Nnamdi said and with
that, they brought the call to an end.

Nnamdi Junior had a hang out with his girl crush, Serita that evening of his birthday and what
was supposed to turn out as an exciting moment for him ended with a deep feeling of
disappointment because while trying to know more about her, he found out that Serita was
already in a relationship with her high school boyfriend and they promised to get married to
each other in the future.

Hearing that from her really broke his heart and he went back home, really hurt but couldn't
share his feelings with anybody, not even Serita knew that he was hurt by that revelation about
her relationship status.

When he got home, he went into his room and buried his head in the bed, no one knew he was
in the room except Mma who opened the door for him on his return. He was still there on the
bed, hurt and disappointed when his phone beeped and picking it to check who was messaging
him, it was Serita.

"Hi Junior. I just thought to check on you, hope you got home, safely. You left the birthday
present i got for you." The message read and he dropped the phone after reading it. He picked it
up again to reply the text but dropped it back and after so much struggles within him about
whether or not to reply her, he thought it wise to reply the text.

"So, sorry about the present, i will pick it up when i get to work tomorrow.. Thanks for checking
on me, I got home, safely. And you?" He replied.

"Same here. Thanks for your time, you're so fun to be with and I did enjoyed your company a
lot." She wrote him and he read the text, trying to refrain himself from typing what was coming
to his mind but after so much internal struggles, he decided to spill it.

"Am I more fun to be with, than your high school boyfriend?" He asked in his reply.

"Brian isn't so fun to be with but he's very intelligent." She replied.

"Oh, you accepted to date him because of his intelligence?" He asked.

"I don't know.." She replied.

"You don't know why you accepted to date him?" He asked.

"I honestly don't know.." She replied.

"Well, I am not surprised." He wrote.

"Why?" She asked.

"Cuz you're sixteen and obviously too young to know what you really want." He replied,
adjusting himself properly as he was beginning to find the conversation very intriguing.

"Are you too young to date?" He asked her but she didn't reply the question.

"Serita." He called her name.

"Yes, Junior." She replied.

"You didn't answer my question." He said.

"That's because i didn't know what to say. Everyone in high school had a boyfriend and i don't
think anyone's age really mattered." She replied.

"You're not 'everyone,' Serita. You're special. You're beautiful and unique. You're a believer,
called out to be different, from others and you should do things, differently.
You accepted to date him because everyone else were dating and you didn't know what you
wanted. High school love doesn't always last and this is because many high school boys and
girls, like yourself only wanted to date because saw everyone else dating and that's not always
love. I doubt if you truly him and if himself, truly loves you." He wrote to her, pouring out his
disappointment in the text.

"Why would you say that?" She asked. "I love Brian, I really do and he loves me, too." She
added.

"Tell me five things you love about him and I will believe you." He requested and she went
blank upstairs....

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"Uh.. He's intelligent, tall and handsome." She replied.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"Yeah.. I mean, there might be more but these attracted me to him." She replied.

"Okay." He said, dropping his phone. "Why am I even bothering myself who likes someone else,
let her suit herself." He said under his breath.

"What about you, Junior?" She asked, sending him another chat. "Won't you tell me about your
girlfriend?" He heard the sound of his phone, beeped but he ignored it.

"I'm done chatting with you, you had better stop chatting me." He sulked.

"Junior, are you there?" She sent him another text and his phone beeped.

"Oh, why's she disturbing my peace?" He said, picking up the phone to see the text because
his mind was actually there, though he was trying to convince herself that he was done with her.

He opened the chats and saw where she asked to know about his girlfriend and he didn't know
when he started replying her text, again.

"I don't have a girlfriend." He replied.

"Why?" She replied.

"Cuz I am too young to have a girlfriend." He replied.

"But you're eighteen!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, but I am still too young for that." He replied. "Where I came from, we are not allowed to
get into relationships until we're matured enough to take responsibilities." He explained.

"But at eighteen you're matured enough to take responsibilities for yourself; legally, you're
considered an adult." She schooled him.

"Serita, the question of whether 18-year-olds are mature enough to be considered "adults" is a
complex and subjective issue. Different individuals mature at different rates, and maturity is
influenced by a variety of factors, including biological, psychological, social, and cultural factors.

Legally, in many countries, individuals are considered adults at age 18 and are granted certain
rights and responsibilities, such as the ability to vote, sign contracts, serve in the military, and be
tried as adults in the criminal justice system. However, the age at which one is considered
legally an adult does not necessarily align with one's level of maturity or readiness to take on
adult responsibilities.

Some 18- and 19-year-olds may demonstrate a high level of maturity, responsibility, and
independence, while others may still be developing these traits. Factors such as life experiences,
upbringing, education, and individual personality all play a role in shaping a person's maturity
level.

Personally, I believe that at 20, I should be matured enough to handle every responsibility that is
expected of me, ranging from financial management in working for my own money and
managing it, budgeting, paying bills, filing taxes and making investments as well as independent
living and personal relationships.

At age 20, I plan and would love to get married and start my own family, taking on the
associated responsibilities because I'd have been done with school and must have gained a
level of development emotionally, socially, cognitively and must have also worked and saved up
some money for myself.

But while i could achieve all of these with proper planning and good parental guidance, there
could be some other folks out there who are of the same age with me but might not have the
same privilege as me.

So, you see.. It's important to recognize that young adults in this age group are in a transitional
period between adolescence and full adulthood. They are still developing emotionally, socially,
and cognitively, and may benefit from guidance and support as they navigate the challenges of
becoming independent adults which is the why I decided to follow my father's guidance and
counsel, to stay away from romantic relationships until I am fully ready to take responsibility..."
He also schooled her, intelligently like a kid sister and by the time he was done, she was dazed.

"Wow! Junior.. You're so intelligent and smart." She exclaimed.

"But not as intelligent as your boyfriend, I guess." He replied her, sounding cheeky.

"No, Junior. I think i like you, more.." She replied.

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© Precious Chinwe Ukazim-Obialor.

"Oh, she likes me but loves her boyfriend.. I got it." He said, trying to get himself to accept the
fact that she's in a relationship with her high school mate.

"Uh..um, Serita, I gotta to go, now." He said, wanting to discharge her and focus.

"But we aren't done talking, Junior." She said, wanting the conversation to continue.

"I'm sorry, but we're done. I need to go see my sister, right now." He replied. "Bye." He added
then logged out and went out to see Mma.

"What's up, daddy's girlfriend.." He said, barging into her room and throwing himself on her
bed.

"Junior, you did not knock, again!" She told him, having told him severally to always knock and
be invited in before entering her room.

"Oh, my bad!" He said, realizing that he has flouted her rules again.

"I'm so sorry, i was just so excited that I was coming to see my daddy's girlfriend but not to
worry, I'll go out right now and do the right thing, okay?" He said and straightaway, he walked out
the door, acting dramatic and she just sat there watching him and smiling as he went out,
closed the door behind him and after some seconds, began to knock on her door.

"Come in!" She shouted, grinning yet he kept knocking and would not enter, she had to get up
and go answer the door. "You know you're very annoying, right?" She asked him when she
opened the door.

"Yeah..I know and that makes me special." He replied, walking into the room while she stood
there, smiling and staring at him.

"Please, could you do me the honour of telling me to sit and make myself comfortable in your
room?" He told her.

"Nope, I will never say that to you cuz, you're going to feel too comfortable and finish all my
crispy chips, again." She replied, almost immediately and he smiled.

"Oh, that's interesting!" He exclaimed. "You've got another chips! Please, get me some in a
plate with a glass of juice." He told her, taking his seat with a serious face.

"You aren't serious." She replied him, about sitting down.

"Alright then!" He said, standing up. "I'll just go get some chips and make myself comfortable."
He added and she rushed at him, stopping him from doing so.

"Hey, stop right there!" She said and held him down.

"Just give me some chips, it's our birthday and I came to spend some time with you cuz i got a
little surprise for you." He told her in the most convincing manner and she stared doubtfully at
him for some seconds before she finally left to get some chips for him.

Returning back from getting him the chips, she said, "Junior, guess what?" And he turned his
head from side to side, trying to guess.

"Uh.. You spoke with Dad and he sent you some money." He guessed and she laughed.

"You and money, everytime!" She said, laughing as she handed him the chips.

"Oh, sorry!" He said, collecting the chips from her. "Well, I like money." He told her, putting
some in his mouth.

"I know, you don't need to tell me. And I do hope you'd not sell me one day for some pound
sterling." She told him, sitting close to him.

"I love my sister, and I'll do no such thing." He said, confidently and she smiled at him, proudly.

"Thank you.." She said, beaming. "So, what's the surprise?" She asked.
 "Just calm down, I got you covered." He told her, putting the chips in his mouth and she just
breathed down.

"Well, I spoke with Dad and he said, I could come to Nigeria for his birthday." She announced,
excitedly.

"Oh, really?" He asked, surprised. "Just you or the two of us?" He asked.

"Just me! You know.. I told him, I was missing him and mom and would love to come home.
Would you love to go with me?" She asked.

"Nope! My job won't permit me to go but you could go alone." He replied.

"I'd be going with uncle Peter." She told him as they went on talking about it until when he
finished the chip she gave him.

"Junior! You finished this chips in less than five minutes." She shouted, looking from him to
the empty pack. "Honestly, you eat like a thief." She told him, calmly and bursted out laughing.

"Now, come and give me the surprise you have for me." She said, pulling his shirt.

"Alright! Let's go, let me show you the surprise." He said, standing up.

"Go where?" She asked, looking excited yet not sure of what he's up to because Junior can
sometimes be tricky.

"It's a surprise, and you don't have to know where." He told her. "And as a matter of fact, I am
gonna blindfold you." He said, making it more exciting and she was just giggling....

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EPISODE 34,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

"Are you ready?" He asked and she nodded in the affirmative, grinning wide.

"Yes!" She replied, excited and he went behind her back and covered her face, to blindfold her
with his hand while she giggled.

"Alright! Let's go." He said, leading her towards the door.

"Where are we going?" She asked, grinning as she stretched out her hands in air, trying to find
direction to avoid hitting herself against the wall.

"Don't worry, it's a surprise, just keep moving." He told her, opening the door and led her
through the door then closed the door behind them after they had passed.

"Junior, where are we?" She asked, giggling.

"We're almost there.." He replied, leading her into a room her and after they arrived the room,
he removed his hands to allow her see where they were.

"Surprise!" He shouted, laughing and she was confused at how bringing her the laundry room
should be a surprise.

"What are we doing here, what's the surprise here?" She asked him.
 "Aren't you surprised?" He asked, happy that his plan worked.

"No, I am not surprised. I am disappointed." She replied and he laughed really hard.

"I'm sorry, girl." He said, still laughing. "Alright, turn around gently and look at your back,
there's a surprise there for you." He told her and she quickly turned only to see a laundry basket
stocked with his used clothes then she quickly turned around to find him laughing.

"What's this?" She asked, losing her patience as she suspected that he was going to tell her to
wash them for him as usual.

"Wash them for me." He told her, confirming her suspicion.

"You must be joking, Junior. Is this what you called a surprise?" She asked him, getting upset.

"Yeah... I mean, it's a surprise for me." He replied.

"You know what? You're so annoying and I am done here." She said, walking out but he quickly
stood on her way and stopped her from leaving.

"C'mon, don't do that. Don't spoil the surprise, just do what I asked you to do, first." He told her,
wearing a serious face. "I'm serious, I've got a surprise for you in there." He added, trying to
convince her and she just stared at him for about sixty seconds, not knowing whether to believe
her or not.

"But you didn't have to tell me to wash your clothes before you can do whatever surprise you
have for me.." She told complained.

"I'm sorry but i promise, you won't be disappointed. It's a promise." He assured her before she
finally decided to calm down.

"Can I wash those clothes, later?" She asked.

"No, it has to be, now." He replied. "I want to stay here with you and watch you wash the
clothes and she sighed in defeat, going over to where the laundry basket was and began to
unpack the clothes and while doing that, some new British pound notes fell out of the clothes
and as she stoop to pick them, more pounds poured out of the clothes and she was surprised at
the sight of so much money he left in his dirty clothes..

"Junior, why did you leave so much money in your dirty clothes." She asked, shaking off the
clothes to pour out all the money then bagan to pick them up, one after the other to the last note
and stretched out her hand towards him, to hand over the money to him.

"Aren't you surprised?" he asked her, smiling.

"Of course, I am but why leave so much money carelessly in your dirty clothes?" She asked
him.
 "Because the money is all yours!" He replied and her face shone with surprise.

"Ohw.. Are you serious?" She asked, screaming as she counted the notes.

"Of course, I am. It's all yours." He replied with a big smile watching how excited she was .

"Aww.. It's 150 pounds sterling. Thank you, Junior." She hugged him, tightly.

"I'm gonna tell daddy you gave me money.." She said, running out in excitement..

That same day, Junior sent the equivalent of 150 pounds in naira to Nnaemeka, his brother just
as he did Mma and he(Nnaemeka) was surprised when he saw the alert in Juniors name...

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EPISODE 35,(unedited).

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"Happy birthday to us. From Junior." The credit alert narration read and for some seconds,
Nnaemeka did not even know what to say or do, he just looked up and smiled to himself. Some
minutes later, he logged into WhatsApp and chatted him up.

"Hey, bro." He wrote to him. "What's up with you sending me money for our birthday?" He
asked smiling as he typed the text but he wasn't online to reply immediately.

"That was so huge a surprise, you know...I wasn't expecting that but you know what? I owe
you. Happy birthday to us, once again." He finished typing then logged out since he wasn't online
to chat with him.

"Haha..I love it when you say, you owe me. You know what? I don't need money in return, just
find me a good wife from among your female beautiful crew members." Junior replied after an
hour, when he came online and saw Nnaemeka's chats.

"Hahaha.." Nnaemeka laughed while reading his reply. "Don't be sily, bro." He replied.

"I'm serious.." Junior replied, smiling. "You know, I always make out time to watch your live
concerts online and I like that tall, fair and plump girl who backed you up on stage the other day,
at your last concert.. Who's she?" Junior asked, beaming.

"Oma.." Nnaemeka replied. "Her name is Oma." He added.

"Wow! She's beautiful." He complimented her. "I like her." He added.

"How many girls are you going to like?" Nnaemeka asked him, smiling. "What about Serita?" He
added.

"No, don't get me wrong, bro. I ain't a playboy." Junior replied, laughing. "Just found out today
that, Serita is engaged to her high school boyfriend." He told him.

"Oh, really?" Replied Nnaemeka. " She told you, herself?" He asked.

"Yeah, she did." He replied. "But that's not a problem at all. I'm not ready for a relationship
either but when i am finally ready, you better get ready to find me a good girl..." He was still
writing to Nnaemeka when Serita's call entered his phone.

"Why's she calling?" He asked nobody but himself." He ignored her call and continued with his
chat with his brother.

"You ain't serious." Nnaemeka replied him, smiling and just when Junior was about replying
him, a text from Serita popped up on his notification which reads;

"Hi, Junior. I'm at your door." He read the text and he jumped down from the bed and ran out
of the room.

"Serita, what are you doing, here?" He asked when he opened the door and found her, standing
out there.

"I brought your birthday present." She told him.

"You didn't have to come here. I told you, I was gonna pick it up when i get to work, tomorrow.
Didn't I?" He asked her, sounding strict.

"Uh..Yeah, you did but i feel you're avoiding me. I thought i should come here and let you know
that I'm breaking up with Brian." She told him, thinking it will make him happy.

"Why?" He asked, showing no emotions.

"I thought about what you said at the field this evening and, I admit that I am honestly too
young for a romantic relationship and neither mom nor dad are aware of my relationship with
Brian, cuz I ain't so proud of the relationship." She confessed and he felt good about her
decision but still didn't want to show her any signs that she's happy.

"Do you really want to do that?" He asked her and she nodded in the affirmative.

"Okay!" He told her but it seems she wanted him to say something more; maybe, commend
her for that decision but he didn't and she just stood there, staring at him and wondering
whether going to break up with Brian is the right thing or not...

At Mma's room, she was on the phone with Josh and she was informing him that she'd be
coming to Nigeria for her father's 65th birthday celebration.

"My, oh, my! What date is that?" He asked, excited to hear that she's coming down to Nigeria
and she told him the date.

"You know what?" He asked. "I'll come for the party." He told her and she was happy.

"What should i get for you?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just come around for the party." She told him and he promised he was going to be
there.

Two weeks to Nnamdi's birthday, in the most unusual way and at the most unusual place,
Nnamdi announced his successor....

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EPISODE 36,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

It was on a Potter's Place General Workers Meeting day, and there are usually less people in
attendance because the meeting is strictly for workers in the various units of the ministry.

Nnamdi himself is rarely in attendance for Workers meetings, except on special occasions and
everyone would know about it but on this particular meeting, he showed up with Chizaram,
unannounced and everybody were surprised, including Shalom who was the one addressing the
workers when they walked in but Uchenna was not there.

Shalom paused for a few seconds when they walked in and stood there, watching and smiling,
perplexingly because she wasn't expecting them and Uchenna never mentioned it to her that
they were coming. The same way she was surprised to see them was the same way, all the
workers were surprised but happy and all of them started adjusting themselves on their seats.

"Uh.. It's an honor and a pleasant surprise to have our daddy and mummy in the house with us
today.." Shalom was still talking and some of the workers began to clap in excitement.

"Please, if you really want to clap, be bold about it and clap. If you want to scream, stand up
on your feet, jump and shout as we celebrate grace in the house.." She told them then everybody
began to clap and scream, standing up to their feet.

Nnamdi and his wife also stood up on their feets, clapping and beaming with smiles and while
this was going on, Shalom beckoned on someone and was telling the person to run to the office
very fast and tell Uchenna that daddy and mummy were around but just as the young man she
sent was turning to leave, Uchenna walked in.

He smiled on seeing them then walked up to them and bowed his head forward in greeting them.
Nnamdi tapped him while Chizaram smiled at him then he(Uchenna) informed him that the
Board of Trustees were waiting for him and he left, immediately with Chizaram.

At the board of trustees meeting, all the members were already seated, waiting for him as it was
an impromptu meeting, because of the urgency of the call and the way the information was
passed across to them, they thought there was an emergency because it was Nnamdi himself
who called them for the meeting as a matter of urgency.

Immediately and his wife entered the boardroom, he sat down and went straight into prayers
which lasted for about two minutes then he brought the prayers to an end, greeted them in a
very formal way and proceeded with the purpose for the urgent meeting.

"The book of,1Kings 2." Nnamdi said, opening his bible and everybody began to flip their
bibles open. Then he began to read from verse 1, thus;

"When David’s life was drawing to a close, he instructed his son Solomon as follows: “I am
going the way of all the earth; be strong and show yourself a man.

Keep the charge of the LORD your God, walking in His ways and following His laws, His
commandments, His rules, and His admonitions as recorded in the Teaching of Moses, in order
that you may succeed in whatever you undertake and wherever you turn.

Then the LORD will fulfill the promise that He made concerning me: ‘If your descendants are
scrupulous in their conduct, and walk before Me faithfully, with all their heart and soul, your line
on the throne of Israel shall never end!’
“Now you yourself know what Joab son of Zeruiah did to me—what he did to the two
commanders of Israel’s armies, Abner son of Ner and Amasa son of Jether. He killed them,
shedding their blood in peacetime as if in battle, and with that blood he stained the belt around
his waist and the sandals on his feet.

Deal with him according to your wisdom, but do not let his gray head go down to the grave in
peace.

“But show kindness to the sons of Barzillai of Gilead and let them be among those who eat at
your table. They stood by me when I fled from your brother Absalom.

And remember, you have with you Shimei son of Gera, the Benjamite from Bahurim, who called
down bitter curses on me the day I went to Mahanaim. When he came down to meet me at the
Jordan, I swore to him by the Lord: ‘I will not put you to death by the sword.’

But now, do not consider him innocent. You are a man of wisdom; you will know what to do to
him. Bring his gray head down to the grave in blood.' Then David rested with his ancestors and
was buried in the City of David." Nnamdi concluded his reading at verse 10 and from the way he
read it, some people's heart were already beating very fast.

"1 Timothy 15:17-20... "The elders who direct the affairs of the church well are worthy of double
honor, especially those whose work is preaching and teaching...

Against an elder receive not an accusation, unless it is confirmed by two or three witnesses. As
for those who are guilty and persist in sin, rebuke and admonish them in the presence of all, so
that the rest may be warned and stand in wholesome awe and fear." He read and the room was
very quiet, you could hear the heart beats of some people.

"Punish Joab. Reward Barzillai. Punish Shimei..These were the instructions David gave his
son, Solomon, his successor as he was drawing near to the end of his reign and days on earth."
Nnamdi said, after a brief silence and some people breathed down, heavily, wondering why such
a passage was being read.

"I told you all, the last time i was here, that I have found my successor and ready to be
introduced to you, you remember?" He asked them and they all answered in the affirmative then
he continued.

"Yes, but I will not do that until those who needed to be punished are punished and those who
needed to be exposed are exposed, those who needed to be rebuked are rebuked and those
who deserved double honour, are honoured." He said and everybody adjusted themselves on
their seats.

"David, a wise man allowed his enemies to live and even stay close to his successor and he
gave his son an instruction on what to do to them but I wouldn't want my own inherited and
installed enemies to be a part of my successor's reign.
I would deal with them myself while I am alive and both the unmasking and the judgement
begins, now and right here..." He said and eyes began to roll, hearts began to pump faster and
minds began to wander far and near...

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EPISODE 37,(unedited).

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 "Elder, Williams." Nnamdi called out to a man in his mid seventies, sitting very close to him,
he was the eldest among them all. He was the elder who visited Uchenna's a couple of weeks
back.

"Yes, Apostle.." He replied, his heart beating very fast as all eyes turned his direction. Nnamdi
paused after calling his name and didn't say anything again for next sixty seconds that felt like a
eternity as deep silence followed.

"If I hand over my leadership position in this ministry to you, can you run the ministry?" Nnamdi
asked him, after the brief silence without looking at him.

"Hehehe.." Elder Williams laughed, nervously before replying to the question. "At this my old
age?" He asked, still laughing and looking from one person to another, to see whether anybody
would join him to laugh but everybody were just quiet, maintaining serious faces because
Nnamdi's countenance wasn't friendly.

"What can I possibly do at this old age, handling such a tasking position, I cannot handle it,
apostle.." He replied, sounding very reasonable.

"Is there any of your biological sons or daughters or relations, who can take over the
leadership position and you would want me to hand over the position to?" Nnamdi asked him
another question and the tension in the room increased as question came, unexpected.

"Arrh! No oo.." He shouted, spreading out his hands in a show of innocence, even when
Nnamdi have not said nor accused him of doing anything. "I don't have anybody o, it has never
even crossed my mind." He added, innocuously.

"Sir, Armstrong." Nnamdi called out to another man in his early sixties. He was the board of
trustees secretary.

"Yes, sir." He replied, almost immediately, standing up to his feet.

"No, you don't need to stand. Take your seat." Nnamdi told him, seeing how he was already
shaking and he sat down. "Can you run this ministry if i hand over this ministry to you, today?"
He asked him.

"No, sir. I don't have what it takes to run the ministry, sir.." He replied, his heart beating fast.

"Then there must be someone else you preferred to be in charge of the ministry other than me.
Who's the person?" Nnamdi asked him.

"Nobody, sir.. There's body.." He said, shaking as his eyes ran towards elder Williams direction
and Nnamdi smiled, sadly.

"If you don't have the capacity to run the ministry and you don't have anyone in mind, that you
prefer to be in the helm of affairs in this as you said, why then did you want me dead and out of
the way?" Nnamdi asked and everybody shouted, including elder Williams but the accused
person denied the charges, asserting his innocence.

"God forbid!" Armstrong shouted, looking shocked. "Me, why would i want my own spiritual
father, dead?" He asked, wearing a horrified look as every other person and Nnamdi smiled at
him.

"Would you prefer confessing to the crime here before the people of God or at the police
station?" He asked Armstrong.

"I did not do anything, daddy.." He said, going down on his knees, shaking and looking from
elder David to elder Williams, pleadingly.

"Why not just say the truth, here?" Elder David told him, though he didn't know what happened
but he believed that Nnamdi would not just come up with such a grave charge against him
without having enough evidence.

"I swear to God, I did not do anything. I cannot harm even a fly, why would i want to kill my
own spiritual father who has helped me spiritually, physically and even financially to get to
where i am today, why would i want him dead?" He told elder David, crying on his knees.

Nnamdi saw the way he was crying and denying the charges, even swearing with his life and he
just laughed and shook his head at him but all these while, Chizaram was just sitting there,
watching in silence.

"Sir, Armstrong, you know.. I have actually forgiven you of this crime and the many other
crimes you committed against me and this ministry a very long time ago and i can as well save
you from being handed over to the police, to be punished by the authorities, if only you can be
truthful enough to say the the whole truth.

I already know the truth but i just wanted you to confirm it with your mouth and mention the
names of all the people involved but with the way you're lying, it shows you have not repented
and there are still every tendencies that you will still commit more crimes..." Nnamdi was still
talking and elder Williams cut in, talking to Armstrong.

"Uh..Brother Armstrong, if there's anything you need to confess, why not confess it and be
free, since he said, he has forgiven you and can even save you from being punished.." He told
Armstrong and Chizaram was just watching him, speechlessly.

"Elder, i can swear on my later father's grave, i didn't do anything. I don't have anything to
confess, i swear to God." He swore again.

"Hmm.." Elder breathed down heavily and turning to Nnamdi, he said. "Apostle, sir.. I think
maybe this is just a misconception about him due to some gossips or side talks. We all know sir
Armstrong is a man who fears the lord and cannot even harm a fly..." He was still talking and
Nnamdi picked up his phone and dialled a number.

"Alright, you can bring them." He said to the person he called then ended the call and dropped
his phone.

Nnaemeka was just entering the Potter's place auditorium at the same time the police men were
coming out of their police van which had been parked there; they were holding a young man
whom they handcuffed and was leading him up towards the Potter's sanctuary while he
followed them from a distance, wondering what was happening.

His father called him last night and told him to book the first available flight from Owerri and
come down to Enugu, for the General Worker's Meeting. It was strange to him because he has
never attended such meetings before but he(Nnamdi) mandated him to be there and didn't tell
him, why.

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EPISODE 38,(unedited).

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Entering into the board room with the police officers, Sir Armstrong was shocked to see the
young man led by the police, on handcuffs. He knew him, they have had a business deal before
and he couldn't even hide the shock on his face, seeing him with the Police.

"His face looks familiar, right?" Nnamdi asked Armstrong, seeing the shock on his face.

"Where is the person?" One of the police officers asked the young man on handcuffs and he
pointed at Armstrong.

"That's him. Mr Armstrong." He told the police and immediately, one of the police men
stepped forward and said.

"Mr. Armstrong, you're under arrest for the attempted..." He was still talking and Armstrong
shouted.

"No! I won't go down alone.. I'm not going down alone, elder Williams, you had better start
talking; you're the chief architect to this, you led me to do it and now, you're just sitting there,
saying nothing.." He was shouting and pointing at elder Williams who got up furiously and began
to rebuke him.

"You must be very crazy, Armstrong. How dare you drag an old man like me into your mess?"
Elder Williams stood up to him.

"You, liar! You were the one who put me into this mess.. Officer, you have to arrest him also..."
Armstrong was shouting and Nnamdi interrupted him, grinning.

"You don't have to bother yourself about that, son. The police knows their job, already." He
told Armstrong, laughing then one of the officers walked up to the elder.

"Mr Williams, you're under arrest for a three-count charge attempted murder of the reverend
Apostle Nnamdi Obiora and multiple conspiracies, assassination of character and misleading
information. You have every right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in
the court of law." The police officer told him while other members of the board shouted and
watched in horror as the police revealed the charges against the elder.

The fuming elder stared at Nnamdi with so much hatred in his eyes but Nnamdi did not even
raise his head up to look at him.

"Officers, take them away." He told the police without looking up.

"Don't touch me!" The arrogant elder shouted at the officer who was trying to lead him away. "I
need to call my lawyer." He told the officer, resisting but the officers did not give him the chance
to do that before taking him and Armstrong away from the boardroom.

"Hmm.. Tufiakwa! Jesus Christ of Nazareth..." Board members were heard, expressing their
disgusts and shocks.

They found it more horrifying because they all knew that Nnamdi respects elder Williams so
much that he always involved him in almost all the decision making bodies in the ministry, being
an elder. Elder David was so shocked, he couldn't say a word, instead he was just looking from
Chizaram to Nnamdi who were just sitting in silent and in his eyes, one could the read many
questions on his mind.

The attention of the workers, Uchenna and Shalom were drawn and divided when they saw the
police leading the elder and Armstrong away, thus there was confusion in the sanctuary but
soon, Nnamdi and other board members were seen coming into the sanctuary and everybody
quickly adjusted to orderliness in the house.

Nnamdi walked up straight to the podium where Uchenna was standing and whispered into his
ears. "I'm sorry for interrupting your meeting. Give me a few minutes to pass across an
important information to the house, you can go take your seat." He told Uchenna who handed
the microphone over to him and left to seat at the ministers' seat.

"Praise God." Nnamdi spoke into the microphone, standing before the workers.

"Alleluia.." They responded, and everybody were attentive, thinking he want to address what
they saw concerning the arrest of elder Williams and Sir. Armstrong.

"Uh..I am sorry for interrupting your meeting." He began, looking his wife's direction then he
beckoned on her to come. "Reward, please, come." He said then waited for her to come up while
the people watched and with his eyes running through the congregation, he sighted Nnaemeka
and called him out, too.

"Since my youth, God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.

Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy
strength unto this generation, and thy power to every one that is to come(Psalms 71:17-18)." He
read the psalms then continued.
 "This has been my earnest prayer to God from the time i answered His call as a youth and till
now that i am grey-headed. More than money, more than fame, more than everything the world
can offer, two things have remained my earnest desire and prayer;

That God would not forsake me. I could bear it, if all men forsakes me and the ministry but my
greatest fear is God leaving me.

And secondly, that God should keep me alive, to show this generation and the next generation
His strength and power.

God has saved my soul from death several times in response to these earnest prayers of mine
and all i have lived my life here on earth doing is, showing this generation His strength through
my own life and the teaching of His word.

Now, I want to hand over power to the next generation of this ministry and watch them
represent Jesus here while I am alive." Nnamdi said and for whatever reason, Uchenna's heart
began to beat very fast.

His head and mind just went blank and his hands suddenly froze, he didn't even know what to
think about what Nnamdi just said but he just blanked out. Seeing Chizaram and Nnaemeka
standing there, everybody concluded it was his son he wanted to hand over to, seeing that the
boy(Nnaemeka)who has never attended workers meeting and wasn't even a worker was called
to come up to the podium.

Shalom was just sitting down there, watching and in her mind, she was sure that the power was
going to be handed over to Nnaemeka but her own silent concern was that, the boy is still too
young and she felt that Nnamdi and his wife should have at least allowed the boy to finish up
with his studies and come up to a certain age before handing over to him.

"Well, what do i even know?

The ways of God are mysterious and dynamic, maybe it's God that told them to hand over to the
boy." She said within her then turned and looked at her husband who was sitting beside her with
all his attention on Nnamdi who was still talking on the podium.

Uchenna was actually looking at Nnamdi but he wasn't seeing him nor hearing anything he was
saying. The next that happened was that he heard an uproar in the house, people shouting and
screaming and jumping on their feet with the instrumentalists also making crazy sounds and
that was when he was jolted back to his consciousness.

Looking around, he saw Shalom covering her mouth tearfully with hand, staring at in shock.

"Please, come up here." Uchenna heard Nnamdi but he didn't know who was being referred to,
he just stood there, looking at Nnamdi until elder David went and held his hand and started
leading him to the podium.
 "What's happening, sir." Uchenna asked elder David, still confused as he was being led up to
the podium.

"It has pleased the Lord to choose you this day. Don't say, no." Elder David replied him, smiling
but Uchenna just turned his face and burst into tears.

Even Chizaram was both in tears and in shock because Nnamdi never discussed it with her...

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EPISODE 39,(unedited).

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For the next few minutes, Uchenna was still crying, leaning on elder David's shoulder and
Nnamdi just gave him those few minutes to do so, then he beckoned on Shalom who was also
crying at the ministers' seat to come up and stand with her husband on the stage.

After the brief emotional moment of crying, Nnamdi opened the bible and began to read out the
verses of the scripture, thus;

"So he sent for him and had him brought in. He was glowing with health and had a fine
appearance and handsome features. Then the Lord said, “Rise and anoint him; this is the one."

So Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the presence of his brothers, and from that
day on the Spirit of the Lord came powerfully upon David. Samuel then went to Ramah, 1
Samuel 16:12-13)." Nnamdi read out the scripture then turned to Uchenna and Shalom who were
standing together.

"I want you to know that it is God who chose you and not man. And His eyes are on you, on
whatever you do in the secret and in the open. You are still young and glowing in health just like
David, now is the time to work the work of He that has called you.

Do not see this calling and shifting to a new position as a place of enjoyment or rest, this is a
big responsibility on your shoulder; now the real hard work begins. Do not seek to please any
mortal and displease God, even if all men leaves you, your ears should be more attentive to what
He says than what any man has to say.

You will be hated, slandered and conspired at because of this new calling but i charge you, walk
in obedience to Him who has called you. Keep his decrees and commands, his laws and
regulations, as written in the Holy Bible. Never you use this position of yours for self-gain or self-
glory but always be fast to give God all the glory. Do these so that you may prosper in all you do
and wherever you go..." Nnamdi was talking and Uchenna's tears were flowing, uncontrollably.

"Woman.." He turned to Shalom. "He who called him, called you both, male and female. Never
you say, 'I was not called, only my husband was called.' Today, you have been called. If he fails in
his responsibilities, heaven will hold you accountable for his failure. This means that, you owe
him your undivided supports, prayers, commitment and loyalty.

He is a man and can sometimes be carried away by some influences, you owe him the truth and
the rebuke. Tell him the truth even if it hurts and insist he does the right thing. You are to be his
most honest counselor, if all men fails him and see to it that he ends well. If he ends well, you
will end well, also." Nnamdi told Shalom while she nodded her head, tearfully.
 "You may now go on your knees, let me anoint you as I was commanded." He told them and
as they went down on their knees, he requested for the anointing oil and Chizaram brought the
vessel of oil and gave him.

"So Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him in the presence of his brothers, and from
that day on the Spirit of the Lord came powerfully upon David.." Nnamdi said, in allusion to the
bible passage he read earlier on, pouring some of the oil on Uchenna's head and on Shalom's
head.

Like a sudden wave, the spirit of prayer came upon the Workers(congregation) who were
watching as he anointed Uchenna and without anyone telling them to pray, they just burst into
prayers, everyone of them and on their own as the Spirit of God rested upon them.

The cloud gathered in and everywhere became cold and dark while he was anointing them and
when he was done, he told the ushers to lift Uchenna up again because him and his wife fell to
the ground when he first anointed them and laying his hand on him(Uchenna) again, he said;

"This is the fulfilment of the word of God. The Spirit of the Lord is upon you, because he has
anointed you today, to preach the gospel to the poor; he has sent you to heal the brokenhearted,
to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them
that are oppressed. To preach the acceptable year of the Lord.

Go in this anointing, heal the sick. Raise the dead. Save the lost. Revive them that are at ease in
Zion and bring glory to God..." It took three ushers to hold Uchenna as the force of the power
came upon him heavily and lifted him up his feet and landed him on ground, followed by a heavy
downpour as the heavens poured down rain....

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EPISODE 40,(unedited).

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After the impartation on Uchenna and Shalom, Nnamdi removed his shoes and asked
Uchenna to step into it.

This is to signify the taking over of his position but Uchenna couldn't even stand on his feet, he
fell again because his two legs were shaking; so, Nnamdi prayed the final prayer for him, with
his wife and son, placing their hands on his should in agreement with the prayers.

The general workers meeting ended as a handover meeting as everyone rejoiced for what the
Lord has done for The Potter's Place as a ministry.

Bloggers soon got the news as the workers who were live at the workers' meeting-cum hand-
over posted the news with pictures and videos of Uchenna on their social media handles and in
no time, some journalists stormed the Potter's Place auditorium to get first hand information
from the ministry, thus, it became a viral/trending news on the social media for days as
everyone expressed their opinion, both negative and positively.

For days, after the handover, Uchenna felt really helpless about the new position, even though
congratulatory calls and messages were pouring in and some of his friends even visited the
house to celebrate/congratulate him, he appeared cold and nervous.

Shalom have been observing him, because sometimes, he wakes up at midnight and just sit
quietly, staring into space and deeply lost in thoughts; even praying became hard for him, he'd
just be tossing on the bed, restlessly.

After seeing him repeatedly in that state, sitting up in the middle of the night, staring and
thinking, on this very night, she called him and asked;

"Best.." She called, sitting up on the bed. "Are you, okay?" Shalom asked Uchenna.

"Yeah.. I'm fine." He replied. "Why are you not sleeping?" He added, almost immediately.

"I was actually sleeping but just woke to find you sitting here alone and.. This is not the first i
am seeing you sitting like this in the middle of the night, lost in thoughts. Is there something i
need to know?" She asked him.

"Hmm.. I'm fine." He replied, breathing down, heavily.

"I don't you're fine. You don't look it, is it because of the handover? " She asked him.

"Favorite, I'm scared.. Honestly, I don't know how to go about this, and even though i have
been in the system, I feel very helpless with this new position." He told her and she drew more
closer to him.

"Have you spoken to daddy about this?" She asked him.

"Yes, I did." He replied. "We were supposed to meet today but he had an emergency and had to
shift it to the weekend." He added.

"Oh, that's good. I strongly believe that after meeting with him, you'll feel much better. The
truth is, the assignment might look bigger than you but God saw that you're capable of handling
it before choosing you and He's going to help you even in your helplessness, to fulfill this great
call. Just rely on His own power.

The bible says, it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure. He's
the One who's going to do this work through you; so, just forget about yourself and what you
can do by your own power and rely on him because on your own, you can't do anything..."
Shalom encouraged him and he felt a bit better.

Though he already knew all those things, he still needed someone to tell him the same thing and
he felt really better then she pulled him to come to bed, he slept peacefully in her arms...

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EPISODE 41,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

Uchenna met with Nnamdi in the house the next day and when he was done talking with him,
he felt a great deal of relief from the fear of the unknown and garnered enough strength and
courage to face the work ahead.

Though Nnaemeka was around to witness the handing over of power from his father to
Uchenna, Nnamdi still had to schedule an online meeting with his children to let them know that
he has handed over his position at The Potter's Place Ministries to another person, in the person
of their uncle, Uchenna who was there with him and they were very happy about the news.

"Oh, wow! Congratulations uncle." Nnaemeka exclaimed on hearing it from his father's mouth
because he actually saw the news online but thought it's one of those fake news Nigerian
bloggers to spread and he ignored it.

"Congratulations, uncle.." Mma and Nnaemeka also congratulated Uchenna.

"I never it's true! You know.. I saw the news online but disregarded it as fake because i knew
Dad would not do such without first discussing it with us.

Dad, I thought you're supposed to have discussed it with us first before the public handing over
service in church, why're you just telling us, now?" Junior asked his father while Uchenna quietly
watched how he relates with his children.

"Uh.. Well, Junior, you know.. This is not a family matter. This is God's business we're talking
about here and I have little or no say on what God wants for the ministry, I only follow God's
direction and instructions on everything that concerns the ministry.

I equally didn't know the handing over of power was going to take over that day and in that
manner and when i got the signal very late in the night, i had to call your brother to come down
from school and represent you, two. I'm sorry, you first saw the news online." Nnamdi
apologized after explaining to them.

"OK, Dad. It's well understood and I am happy for him." Junior said, after listening to his
father's explanation.

"Yeah.. We're happy for him and that means, you and mom would be having more time to
spend with us, right?" Mma asked, smiling.

"Weren't we spending enough time you?" Nnamdi asked, smiling.

"It wasn't enough." She replied.

"Sorry about that, my darling but we're still very much in ministry and would still be busy but
we'd do better, ok?" He assured her.

"But Dad, why did you hand over when you're still alive, being the founder of the ministry?

I thought people, especially founders of churches and none-denominational ministries only hand
over their positions when they're about dying or when they're dead.." Nnaemeka asked and his
father was very surprised at his continual sense of maturity because he doesn't always talk but
whenever he speaks, he always sound very mature.

"That's true!" Junior concurred with his brother. "Dad, I hope you're not thinking of dying yet?
Because, you're going nowhere!" He asked his father who started laughing.

"C'mon, Junior.. Don't say that!

Dad is not dying." The pained Mma rebuked him for mentioning death.
 "I never said, he is dying. I only asked a question and you don't have to always make it look like
you love dad more than I do, he's also my father." Junior retorted.

"Hey! It's okay, you two should stop that." Nnamdi stopped them from getting at each other's
throats.

"I am not dying and nobody is dying, here. So, stop, okay?" He calmed them and they became
calm.

Though Junior and Mma are always at loggerheads, they're still the closest among the three
because this minutes they're strongly disagreeing and arguing and the next minute, they're
laughing and agreeing with each other. This is because they always say what's on their minds
and defend or argue it out but Nnaemeka doesn't.

"Now, back to the question asked." Nnamdi started. "I'm still the Torch Bearer of the ministry,
otherwise known as 'the founder' but the ecclesiastical order is subject to change; the founder
could decide to hand over the over-all leadership position to someone else as led by God but he
still remains the founder whether dead or alive.

In my case, it has always been my earnest desire to see the younger generation grow up to fit
into carrying on the ancient landmark while i watch and guide them.

The ancient landmark is the standards, patterns and ways the people, the prophets and apostles
of old lived by and followed in their day to day activities based on the commandments of God.

In the time of the Apostles, Jesus was the pattern and standard and they never deviated from it.

Proverbs 22:28 says, “Remove not the ancient landmark, which thy fathers have set.

Proverbs 23:10 says, “Remove not the old landmark; and enter not into the fields of the
fatherless.

There are standards, pattern, ways and landmarks our fathers have set that we must not deviate
from. We must follow and live by them if we want to be better off than them and achieve what
they never achieved..." Nnamdi began to teach them while both Uchenna and the children
listened keenly to learn more..

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EPISODE 42,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

These godly standards were passed on to them by their fathers and they in turn have past
them on to us and we must follow them if we want to become fruitful in life because the
standards and patterns were given to them by God.

If we want to get the same results that our fathers got and be better off than them, then you
young people should not remove the boundary stone or ancient landmarks and this is applicable
not only in ministry but also to marriages, in your relationships, businesses, education,in the
church,as an individual and so on.
You know.. Young people like you now have a new pattern of doing relationship and marriage
which is different from what we were taught by fathers and practiced; your generation says,
we're old-fashioned and outdated but the firm standard/foundation of God [which He has laid]
stands [sure and unshaken despite attacks], bearing this seal: “The Lord knows those who are
His,” and, “Let everyone who names the name of the Lord stand apart from
wickedness and withdraw from wrongdoing.” 2 Timothy 2:19.

The new pattern of doing relationship by young people says, "kissing before marriage" is not a
sin and there's nothing wrong with it but that's a lie. It's not God's standard for relationship and
marriage. The new pattern of doing relationship by this generation of young people says,
"cohabiting and having sex before marriage is not a sin so long as you both love each other and
want to marry each other", but that's not God's standard.

1 Cor 3:11 says, "For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is
Jesus Christ."

That scripture says, that your age mates and your entire generation cannot lay any other
foundation or pattern of doing things, other than the one already laid, Jesus Christ. That
everybody is doing it is not a standard. That your friend or even your pastor is doing it, is not a
standard. Jesus is the standard and if he is our foundation or standard, then we need to build
according to his ways and patterns.

Before you do anything both in the secret and in the open, the question you should ask yourself
is, 'will Jesus do this, if he were in my shoes?'

'Will I be proud of this thing i am doing if Jesus is here watching me? Will Jesus be happy seeing
me kiss or have sex with someone that's not my husband or wife?" Nnamdi decided to
concentrate at their own level in order to teach and remind them again that there's a godly
pattern of doing relationship before proceeding with ministry.

"Also, in ministry, we are to continue to build from where the apostles stopped, with the same
mindset, focus, pattern, passion and intents. None of the disciples preached themselves but
Christ Jesus crucified and raised to life. So, we need to build like they built and not based on our
feelings, age and emotions.

I handed over in order to allow the younger generation continue with the glory as of old and
demonstrate God's glory in greater measure than we have ever done as fathers, because the
prophecy we received in the Word of God says, "The glory of this present house, (this present
generation)shall be greater than the former(than our time).

Sadly, The glory of God is seemly diminishing in the church today because many see it as
money making venture, big auditorium, many members, wealth and materialism.

That's why fathers like us who saw the glory of God as of old, in its originality needs to stand by
you, the younger generation to remind you, by weeping, teaching and guiding through our tears
and the Word that there's a prophecy of greater glory over your lives and that the only way to
fulfill this prophecy is, by following God's standard and patterns of doing life and ministry.

Haggai 2:3 say, 'Who is left among you who saw this house in its former glory? And how do you
see it now? Is not this in your sight as nothing in comparison to that?'

That's the state of the church today. Many people are crying that the present church is far off
from what Christ started and what his disciples built on. Many elders are weeping that the
present state of the church is a far cry from what they saw years ago.While others are saying it
is different from what they read about in the bible.

There is so much noise in the church today because of the numerous activities going on in it.
Some are weeping about the state of it, while others are shouting because of the so called
prosperity message, growth, membership, doctrines and so on. What the apostles received and
passed on is different from what we are running with today.

We lack genuine teaching priests and this is the reason why we have a lot of errors, ignorance,
sins, heresies in the church and world today. The word of God is scarce in the house of God in
our time and the available word is polluted. Worldliness, sin and selfish ambition have crept into
the church and the church has become a personal property, commercial centers and a den of
thieves.

The church of God is becoming worldly and the world is becoming churchy.

We may deny this but this is the true state of the church in our generation. But God is about to
shake the foundation and purge His church from filthiness.

These are the days of restoration and God will restore us and the church by breaking and pulling
down what he didn’t build. He will also be repairing what has been destroyed, rebuilding it
according to his original plans and also restoring it to its original state.

He will do that by raising prophets, teaching priests that will be set over nations and over the
kingdoms, to root out, and to pull down, and to destroy, and to throw down, to build, and to plant
as He said in Jeremiah 1:10. He will use these people to give the undiluted word of God to your
generation.

Also, He will use the people He is raising to drive out the money changers, to expose and drive
out sin, worldliness, thieves and business people from the church. He will also heal those
servants of his who have fallen, who have been injured and maimed in the cause of our journey
as well as doing the same to those who have been blindfolded by money, greed, self ambition,
worldliness, sin.

Lastly, God will restore the church by taking His chosen servants to the quarry site because of
the noise in the church today. The quarry site is the place where he breaks people so that they
can fit into what He is building because He can’t use any one He has not broken.
The quarry is the place of brokenness, the cross, sanctification and yieldedness. He will process
us at the site with his own tools like the way chisels, hammers, equipment are used to process
stones at the site.

God has passed your uncle here through the quarry site, broken him through various dealings
and has found him worthy to carry His glory into the World through the platform of Potter's
Place. He is fit for the glory and God said, I should step down so he can step up." Nnamdi said in
finality and for the next few minutes, everybody were quiet....

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[16/07, 4:29 pm] Precy Glo: THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 43,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

 At Timothy's house, Mary, his pregnant wife who was in her first trimester was having
morning sickness, vomiting everything she eats and also having a heightened sense of smell so
much that everything smells badly to her, including pleasant smells.

"Humm.. Babe, you're smelling.." She blurted out the moment her husband who has been in the
kitchen, cleaning and washing all the washables, entered the room.

"Smelling?" The surprised Timothy asked, staring at her.

"Yes." She replied. "You're smelling like spoilt egg." She added, covering her nose and he was
almost getting angry but quickly composed himself and smiled.

"Can you please, go and take your bath?" She told him, looking all serious on that bed where
she's been lying down lazily since morning, and have not been able to pick anything as much as
even a pin from the ground.

He looked at her again and laughed to himself because she was actually beginning to sound
very annoying but he kept trying his best to overlook her recent annoying behaviors.

"I should go and bath then you will get up from that bed and go and wash all those dirty
clothes, right?" He asked.

"The clothes can still be washed, later." She argued but he ignored her and was coming close
to her, to tell her, to come down from the bed so he can remove the bedspread for washing but
she got irritated that he was coming close to her, smelling like a spoilt egg.

"No, Babe, I am serious. You need to go and take your bath, don't come close to me." She
shouted at him but he ignored her, came close and began to remove the pillow cases.

"You better come down from the, let me remove this bedspre..." He was still talking when she
started throwing up, being nauseated by the smell of spoilt egg and that was when he knew that
she was serious.

"Ah, why are you vomiting again?" He asked, dropping the pillow and going over to where she
was but she shouted at him.

"No, don't come any closer.. You caused it." She blamed him.

"How?" He asked, surprised that she was blaming him.

"I told you to go and take your bath, that you're smelling, you refused and you even carried
yourself like that and came close to where I am.." She told him, upset.

"Ha! But I thought you were playing, I didn't know you were serious." He explained.
 "I'm not playing, please, go and bath!" She commanded him.

"Okay, let me just clean up this mess." He said, referring to her vomit.

"No! Go and take your bath." She insisted.

"Hia! So, this your vomit here is not smelling nor irritating you but I am the one who is smelling
like a spoilt egg?" He asked, now finding it funny.

"Yes, you're smelling. Go and bath." She told him and he left, removing his clothes and
laughing as he entered the bathroom.

He was in the bathroom bathing when he heard her shouting from the bedroom.

"Please, close the bathroom door very well, that soap you're using is smelling badly. I think it
has expired." She shouted out to his hearing and he bursted out, laughing really hard in the
bathroom.

"Hahaha..." He laughed out, loud from the bathroom. "Babe, just tell me you feel like looking
for trouble this morning, because, what's all this?

No, just go ahead and tell me that trouble, is hungering you this morning and i will understand.."
He answered her from the bathroom.

"I'm serious, check the expiring date of that soap. It's smelling like expired drugs." She said
and he laughed even more.

"Hahaha.. Who told you that expired drugs smells?" He asked, laughing at her.

"Ohhh... Lock the door, please. Everywhere is just. I'll cry o.." She threatened him, shouting at
the top of her voice.

"Cry na... Since it's trouble you feel like looking for today, go ahead and cry. It's part of the
trouble." He told her, teasingly unknown to him that she was going to take it serious.

By the time he was done bathing and coming out of the bathroom, she was already soaked with
her tears, crying and when he asked her, what the problem was, she replied.

"Everywhere is smelling.." She cried and he felt like laughing and showing empathy at the
same time. He quickly held his breathe to avoid laughing and going over to cuddle her, he said.

"Sorry.." He was just about sitting close to her in order to cuddle her and she shove him away,
turning her face the other way as the scent of the soap he used to bath upset her stomach.

"Hum.. You're smelling like medicine." She turned away from him.

"Oh, not like spoilt egg, anymore?" He asked, almost laughing.

 "You're not being nice, you're laughing at my predicament.. I've not even eaten anything since
morning and you're laughing." She cried, seeing the way he made fun of her complaints.

"Ha! God abeg o.." He exclaimed, now seeing it as a serious problem because of the way she
was now crying and complaining.

"I don't even know what to do, anymore. If i come close to you, to hold you, you'll say, I am
smelling and if i try to just make light of the situation just to ease the feelings, you'll say, I am
laughing at your predicament. What exactly do you want me to do?" He asked her and she
couldn't answer, instead, she went on sobbing.

"Sorry.." He said, sympathizing with her predicament...

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 44,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

It was two days to Nnamdi's 65th birthday and his sons and daughters, especially those
based abroad were arriving Nigeria one after the other in honour of the occasion.

Mma and Pastor Peter were among those who arrived two days to the occasion and her joy
knew no bounds. She called Nnaemeka who was still in school to start coming home, right away
and also called Josh to let him know that she's in Nigeria already and they both promised to
come the next day.

She couldn't have enough of her parent, it was either she was Nnamdi or with Chizaram, telling
them stories of everything that happened in her life and in Junior's life over there in the UK and
of course, their school life. She literally followed her father everywhere he went.

The following day, Nnaemeka returned back from school and was happy to see her, they hugged
the longest they had ever done.

"I missed you." Mma told him, beaming with smiles.

"Same here." He replied, grinning. "I must confess, you look stunning." He told and she
blushed.

"Thank you.. Come with me." She said, holding his hand. "Junior and I got somethings for
you." She added, leading him upstairs by the hand while he followed.

Josh couldn't make it as promised because of an emergency because he promised to be at

birthday party when he called to explain his dilemma to her and she understood with him.

At the Uchenna's house, Shalom and Uchenna seemed to have grown in mutual understanding
than ever because they seem to know what the other person is thinking in his mind or what the
other person wants at every given time, without the other person saying it out and it was more
on Shalom's path.

She had come to understand her husband much more better, her heart was totally open to him
in everything; she trust him, believe in his judgement and submit to him in all things and she
feels happier with herself, with him and the marriage than ever. She might have seen her
marriage with Uchenna as something special before but now, she sees it as her world and she
has devoted her life to building, caring and protecting it.
Shalom was so in love with Uchenna, she treats him like a king and the love seems to be driving
her crazy, she was always all over him. She sends him love messages every day and every time
as if they were not living together in the same house, reminiscent of their courting days when
they were fond of text each other love messages.

When they are not together in the house, she calls him to know how he's doing, whether he has
eaten anything and his general welfare. And when they're together in the house, she doesn't give
him any space, she's either initiating a discussion, an atmosphere for them to play and have fun,
serving him good meals or chops or initiating sex.

Except for the times Uchenna was praying or studying, every other time he is free and at home,
Shalom engages him with conducive atmosphere for fun or love making and would not even
allow Splendour to come in between them; sometimes, they make love three to four times in a
day which was unusual and she's always the one who initiated them.

She was so crazily into him, her sudden behavior can only be likened to that of a young lady who
just fell head over heel in love with a man, she could do anything to make him happy, no matter
how inconveniencing it may be for her and even Uchenna was surprised at the way everything
was going in his home.

He never believed that there were so much beauty and sweetness hidden in Shalom, more than
he prayed or even imagined but each new day revealed new things about her that were so
pleasing to his heart. And while in awe of all of these, the Holy Spirit reminded him of a vision
He once showed him about Shalom...

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 45,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

He remembered vividly that it was around 2am on that fateful day, that his eyes were opened
in a trance vision and he saw himself trying to pull out a very stubborn thorn weed that had
grown at the center of a house and had been there for a long time.

In that vision, nobody has been able to be remove the stubborn thorn weed due to it's thickness
and the strength of it's roots which had spread in the soil. It was particularly a wildflower,
beautiful but full of thorn.

That stubborn, thorn weed was said to have been hurting lots of people who came in contact
with it, so he tried pulling off the thorn weeds by his own strength but it proved futile, instead the
thorn pierced his hand and he felt the pain of its sharp piercing deep down in his heart.

"Arrh!" He screamed, painfully and just then an elderly man tapped him on the back and said.

"Take heart son, it's indeed a stubborn weed. It has lasted long here and it's sure going to
keep hurting you if you try pulling it by your physical strength. As a gardener, I'd advice you to
leave this wildflower for the time being, and just pray that it wouldn't rain so that scorching sun
can hit it severely in a way that it wouldn't be able to survive the heat.

When this happens, it will begin to die to self because its roots will search for water in the soil in
order to withstand and endure the harsh weather but won't be able to find any because of the
dryness of the land. When it begins to die to self due to the heat of the scorching sun, the
stubborn roots too will begin to lose strength due to lack of water because weeds typically dies
off under harsh/dry conditions.
It's only during this dry season, at the very point of death that this thorn weed you see will look
up to heaven for rain and it will lose confidence to self, relying totally on heaven for rain and for
revival.

This is when pruning and uprooting will be made easy because its strength has been weakened
by the scorching sun.

When you see its obvious weakened state, don't uproot it as a whole and discard it because
there's a beneficial material hidden within the thorn cover which no one has ever discovered.

Get a sharp knife and water, sit down and begin the pruning using the sharp knife in your hand;
carefully trim and remove the thorns and excessive debris from it, using the knife and water it
from the head down to the soil and be patient because it's not going to be an easy task but
gradually you will begin to see the treasure which the thorns have been covering for years.

When you see this hidden raw material, begin to pour the water in your hand on its weakened
root to enhance revival and it won't be so long again, you will see its beautiful budding flowers
which would mature into a giant tree within your house that will yield bountiful seeds that will
feed many.." The elderly man was still talking and Uchenna remembered asking him a question.

"For how long am I supposed to wait sir and what if it eventually becomes more stubborn
because some plants I know don't bow to the pressure from scorching weather..?" He had
asked the man..

"Have you not read Matthew 7:19, son? A Forester plants and uproot when he sees no
usefulness in the tree he has planted and there are various tools for uprooting plants that
constitutes nuisance. Leave that for the owner of the land.

Every farmer is known for waiting patiently for harvest time, wait patiently for a while, son. As a
farmer, you have sown on many soils and will surely reap a beautiful harvest from any of the
fields upon which you have laboured tirelessly..." The elderly man had told Uchenna in that
vision and remembering those words now, he was just smiling because he is now reaping and
enjoying beautiful things in his marriage, through his wife just as the Lord said.

"Why are you smiling?" Shalom asked, seeing the way he was just staring at her, smiling.

"You won't understand.." He told her, reflectively.

"Then make me understand.." She said, kissing and tickling him with her teeth.

"Arrh! Favorite.." He shouted, laughing. "Where did you even learn that thing from?" He added,
wabbling on the bed

"Are you telling me or I should do it again?" She asked, playfully going after him.

"Favorite, wait.. Wait.." He said, laughing and moving a way from her.
 "I'm waiting.." She said but was crawling towards his direction with her tongue and teeth shot
out at him.

"Favorite, you're becoming very naughty, what's this now?

Are you a vampire? Do you want to scare me?" He was asking and laughing as she increased her
speed, crawling after him with her tongue and teeth shot out like a vampire while he ran away
from her, laughing and they were both naked...

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 46,(unedited).
© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

Finally, it was Nnamdi's birthday and everywhere was packed from the hall to overflow, in fact,
the auditorium was filled up with people, parents were literally looking for their children in the
crowd.

Nnamdi, his wife were seated on the elevated stage with Mma and Nnaemeka. Mma who was
enjoying the activities in the hall, smiling and grinning wide at every performance didn't know
that her phone has been ringing in her small bag.

It was shortly after they matched into the hall with the celebrant, her father that Josh arrived and
started calling her phone but had no idea her phone was ringing due to the sound systems being
used in the hall.

He called her phone for ten good times before finding out that she was seated with her parent at
the front but the security is very tight, he can't walk up there and there was no space in the hall
again as all the seats were already occupied. He wondered where those mammoth number of
people who crowded that hall came from and who invited them to the party.

"Hi, Beautiful. I arrived a while ago and have been calling but you're not taking your calls.
Once you see this text, please, call back so we can see because I am going back to Abuja,
tonight. I've got a mandatory project to defend tomorrow morning but I couldn't bear to
disappoint you again, I had to show up just for you." He sent a text to her but she didn't get to
see the text nor missed calls until after two hours when she brought out her phone to take
pictures and videos of her father.

"Oh, my God!" She shouted on seeing the many missed called and the text message.

"I'm so sorry, it's noisy in here. I never knew my phone was ringing. I'm on the stage with Mom
and Dad, where are you?

Can you see me from where you are, can you come up, here?" She replied the text, her eyes
running through the crowd to see whether she'd see him coming but he was already angry and
won't reply the text nor stand up from where he was sitting beside his mother who had helped to
get a space for him to sit at the table with them as a family.

"Maybe you should have waited to defend your project before coming.." Mmesoma, his
mother was talking to him, seeing how unsettled he was feeling because of his trip back to
Abuja.

"I just wanted to grace the occasion, even if it's just to say, 'happy birthday' to him then go
back." Josh told his mother, trying to see if she or his father can use their influence to help him
get up there, so he can say, happy birthday to Nnamdi but deep inside his heart, he knew it was
Mma he want to go up there, to see.

He knew he could always get his mother to influence his father to grant his request and he
wasn't disappointed because the moment he saw his mother calling his father(pastor Daniel's)
attention and began to whisper something into his ears, he knew she was talking to him about
helping to get him up there to see Nnamdi before he leaves.

He saw his father raising his eyebrows as he replied his mother, of course, he knew from the
movement of his lips that his father was disapproving his coming down from Abuja, for a
birthday party that he was not invited, knowing he had a projected to defend the next day.

"So, what do you want me to do, now?" Pastor Daniel was asking Mmesoma, his wife. "You
want me to go up there and tell him that Joshua came down from Abuja, for his birthday and
want to go back now, but will like to see him before he leaves.. Is it as mates or what?" He
added, angrily but she kept calming and begging him until he was pacified.

"I honestly don't this kind of embarrassment." He told his wife. "And i am sure he called you to
tell you his plans of coming for this birthday at the detriment of his career but you couldn't
advise him to stay back and defend his project before coming.." He added and she quickly cut in
to defend herself.

"No o... He didn't tell me, he was coming. I was even surprised when i saw his text, saying he's
around for daddy's birthday. I was not aware." She defended herself.

"He couldn't call you and he couldn't call me to let us know that he was coming down to
Enugu, what sort of nonsense is that?

What if anything had happen to him?" Pastor Daniel became angry again, almost raising his
voice as he casted an angry look on his son but his wife started begging him to reduce his voice.

"I told you that I have observed the way this boy is behaving recently and I don't like the way
he takes laws into his hands and do whatever he likes but anyways, let's get home, first. And it's
high time you stopped speaking for or defending him." He told his wife strictly with a lowered
voice while Josh watched the two of them, quietly from where he was sitting.

Few minutes later, Pastor Daniel got up from his seat, signaled Josh to follow him as he led him
up to the stage to greet Nnamdi....

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 47,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

Mma got up on her feet immediately she saw him and waved at him, excitedly and Nnaemeka,
her brother's attention were drawn to the direction of Josh and his father as they walked up the
stage. She even hugged him on the stage while pastor Daniel was whispering words into
Nnamdi's ear.

"Daddy, your boy came down from Abuja this morning to grace your birthday occasion but
unfortunately, he has a project to defend tomorrow morning and will be leaving to catch up with
his flight any moment from now. He request to at least greet you before he leaves..." Pastor Dan
was talking to Nnamdi while Josh was also talking to Mma.

"...We need to see and talk before i leave, please." He told her, hurriedly with a lowered voice.

"Where?" She asked him.

"Outside this place. You should meet me, outside." He told her. "I'll be waiting for you at the
Potter's Canteen." He added very fast.

"Oh! Josh, Come, come..." Nnamdi called him to come with his arms opened wide for an
embrace and Josh went and hugged him meanwhile, Chizaram was giving a speech on the
stage while this was going on.

All the while the party was going on, starting from the time the celebrant marched in with his
family, there's this young man who's been quietly observing everything about Mma without
drawing any attention to himself from where he was sitting all by himself. This was the same
young man Mma met in Dallas when she traveled with Barrister Precious to minister at The
Deborah's Conference.

He finds himself smiling from where he's sitting whenever he sees Mma smiling or laughing at
any of the exciting activities being done in the party. When Josh and his father came up to the
stage, he saw the way she was excited and hugged him and also saw the way she was talking
with Josh, smiling wide.

While Josh and his father were leaving, the excited Mma wanted to follow him out but
Nnaemeka held her back from doing so.

"Where're you going?" He asked her, holding her by the hand.

"Josh is going back to Abuja, now and I just want to see him briefly before he leaves." She
replied.

"No, you're not leaving this place. Can't you see that everywhere is crowded and it's not safe
out there?" He told her.

"But there are people outside there, nothing is gonna happen, Nnaks." She argued.

"Dad is not going to be happy with you, if you go out there with him. Hope you know people are
watching us?" He told her then she went back and sat down, sad.

"I'm sorry, Josh. I can't come out there to see you. Can we talk over the phone later in the
night?" She sent him a text message and while hanging around, waiting for Mma to come out,
he was checking his phone to know what the time is and her text message popped up.

"How can you say that you can't come out to see me but I came all the way from Abuja to see
you?

This is not fair, you always hurt me." He replied the text almost immediately, feeling very hurt.

"Is it because you know how much i love you?

Is it because you know how deeply i have fallen for you?

Is it because you know i can't do without you, is that why you find so much pleasure in hurting
me?" He sent her another text message and she read them feeling very bad that she had hurt
him.

"I'm so sorry, Josh. It's not me, i really wanted to come out and see you but Dad is going to be
very angry with me for leaving this place. Please, understand me, I am deeply sorry." She replied
him, terribly guilt-stricken and unhappy.

She was no longer concentrating on anything they were doing in the party because she was
busy with her phone, reading and replying Josh's messages.

"Exactly! I expected this. It's always about your dad every damn time. My dad, this. My dad,
that. Don't you have a life outside your dad's world?" He replied her text out of frustration and
this displeased her.

"Josh, do not speak of my father in that manner. I said, I am sorry." She replied him angrily
then dropped the phone and looking up, her eyes met this young man on the stage, his face
looked familiar.

He was the cute sound engineer guy she met in Dallas whose name she couldn't remember but
on seeing him holding that microphone and giving a testimonial of how God used Nnamdi to
shape his life, she instantly remembered who he was, fully...

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"It's him." She thought, gazing at him in astonishment from where she was sitting and smiling.
"Yeah.. I remember, now. He's uncle Dav's son." She said in her heart, beaming with smiles and
looking from him to her father(Nnamdi) who was clearly delighted to see him, smiling broadly at
the testimony the young man was giving about him.

"...Thank you, so much Dad. I want you to know that you occupy a very special place in my
heart. I love you and will always do." The young man turned and told Nnamdi with his fine
American intonation as he brought his testimonial to an end them bowed out like a perfect
gentleman.

Mma was thrilled at the way he expressed his love for her father, she had a broad smile on her
face, clapping and looking from him to her father, beaming even more on seeing how her father
was pleased, hearing those words from him.

Elder David's wife was watching Mma from where she was sitting and saw how excited
she(Mma) was, seeing and hearing her son say good things about her father.

"She's indeed very beautiful and a lovely soul. My boy sure got good eyes for good things and
I'll be the proudest mother in-law to have her as my daughter-in-law.." Professor Anita, the young
man's mother thought silently to herself, smiling.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to disrespect you father, I was just feeling frustrated and probably lost
it. I got something very special for you, can I see you to give it to you?" She saw Josh's
messages when she picked up her phone, minutes later.

"Beauty, I said, I am truly sorry. Forgive me, I will never try that, ever again. I promise. Please,
say something in response to this message, if you have forgiven me." Another of his message
read and she was about replying him when another message popped up.

"I guess you don't want to ever see me again. Sad but I am my way to the airport to catch my
flight. Goodbye with tears in my eyes." The text read and she quickly typed a message to reply
him.

"Hey, Josh. I'm deeply sorry that things didn't go as expected. I'm not mad at you, I just have
to make the day count for my father on his special day by avoiding anything that would make
him angry. I'm sorry i couldn't come out to see you. I'll you later in the evening." She replied him
then put the phone in her small bag in order to concentrate fully on the party and it was
altogether a memorable event.

After the party, Mma and cute young man saw each other from afar but he couldn't come close
because people were much and Nnamdi was already leaving with his family. He waved at her
from where he was standing and she waved back with a smile as she walked out of the event
hall with her family.

The following day, after the party, he went to the Nnamdi's house to see Nnamdi but between
him and his mother, they knew he was not just going to see Nnamdi, he was also going to use
that opportunity to see and speak with Mma.

"Why going so early to someone's house?" Elder David who was in the sitting room with his
wife, asked when their son came out all dressed, after announcing earlier during breakfast that
he was going there.

"Did he give you any appointment to come and see him by this morning, after the stress,
yesterday?" He added, checking the time on his wrist watch.

"Yes, Dad. I spoke with him and he asked that I come over." He replied, grinning wide while his
mother sat down there, pretending as though she didn't know what her son was up to.

"So, mom, how do I look?" He asked his mother, smiling.

"You look gorgeous, as always. Her mother's pride. My prince charming. Go and may the Lord
smile on you, my darling boy." She replied, showering praises on her son and elder David rolled
her eyes at her from mother to son, wondering what prompted the prayer she just made.

"Thank you, mom." He said, feeling very confident. "See you, mom. Bye Dad." He bade them
farewell, walking away....

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He arrived Nnamdi's house in less than thirty minutes drive and was welcomed in by one of
the ladies in the house. She asked him whether he was given an appointment when he
requested to see Nnamdi and he replied in the positive.

"Yeah, he asked me to come, this morning." He replied, confidently.

"Okay. Please, make yourself comfortable here while i go up, to inform him that you're here."
The lady told him, courteously.

"Alright. Thank you." He said, taking his sit on the couch.

"Uh..Please, who should I tell him you are?" She asked, respectfully.

"Oh, please, tell him, it's David Jnr. Nnamdi." He replied with a warm smile and with that, she
left.

While the lady was going to inform Nnamdi that David Jnr. was around, waiting to see him, Mma
was in Nnaemeka's room, begging him to defer his planned to return back to school, to the next
day because he had announced he was going back to school that morning.
 "Nna, please." She pleaded.

"Mma mma, I'm sorry, I have a program, tomorrow morning and I wouldn't want miss or get
there, late." He explained.

"You can still make it to the program, if you take the first flight, tomorrow morning." She tried
convincing him to stay.

"This is not UK, this is Nigeria, girl. 6am flight could end up boarding by 9 or 10 O'clock and
there's nothing you can do about it." He told her, calmly with a broad smile.

"Uh.. I'm gonna miss you. Can I go with you?

Uncle Dan can drive us to your school in Dad's car. I can talk to Dad about it." She assured him
but he shook his head in strong disapproval.

"No, please. There'd be no need for that. Mma mma, please, understand me." He also pleaded
with her and she kept quiet as though she understood him.

"I'll just go and take my bath, you can accompany me to the airport, okay?" He told her, thinking
she has accepted his decision but when he entered the bathroom, Mma carry his bag and ran
out of the room.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, she was no longer there and his bag which he had
packed the few clothes he came home with and had left on the bed was also missing. He
looked around and when he could find it anywhere, he knew she must have taken it and he
smiled.

He quickly dressed up and went out to look for her in her room but she wasn't there neither was
his bag, there. He went and knocked on their parent's door, supposing her to be there, heard his
mother voice telling the person knocking to come in and he went in.

"Are you set?" She asked him.

"Almost." He replied, his eyes scanning the room in search of Mma. "Mom, where's Mma
mma?" He asked, looking around because it was only Chizaram that was in the room.

"I don't know, she should be in her room or somewhere with her father." She replied, casually
as the call she was expecting entered her phone.

"Excuse me, please.." He told Nnaemeka as she answered the call. "Hello Nwanyi oma(good
woman)..." She said, talking with the person on the phone then he left to look for her downstairs.

He went downstairs and saw his father sitting with a young man, David Jnr.

Of course he knew him but they weren't very close because he was older than him and secondly,
he wasn't based in Nigeria but only comes on visit to Nigeria.
He quickly looked away when he didn't see Mma there and entered the kitchen as though he
went to pick up something and was returning back when Nnamdi called him to come and when
he went close, he asked him.

"Do you know him?" Nnamdi asked Nnaemeka, referring to David Jnr who sat there, wearing a
smile.

"Yes, I do." Nnaemeka replied.

"Who is he?" His father asked, again, smiling.

"Elder David's son, of course" He replied and they started laughing.

"Oh, that's good. I thought you two doesn't know each other. His name is David Jnr. Nnamdi,
he was named after me." Nnamdi said, laughing. "Jnr. Meet Nnaemeka, one of my triplets and of
course, your brother." He introduced them and David Jnr. stood up on his feet for a handshake.

They greeted and Jnr. hugged Nnaemeka and told him how much his songs has blessed him
and Nnaemeka was so surprised to hear that he streams his songs. Right there, David Jnr.
requested and collected Nnaemeka's contact with the promise to reach out to him from time to
time.

While they were talking, Mma came running downstairs in a hurry, out of nowhere without
watching to see whether Nnaemeka was in sight and that was how she got caught.

"Hey, you!" Nnaemeka shouted on seeing her and she was shocked, stood transfixed for the
next few seconds before recovering from the shock of being caught then she made to run away
but he swiftly chased after her, both of them laughing as he caught her by the clothes.

"Leave me alone.." She was shouting, trying to free herself from his hold.

"I got you. Give me, my bag." He said, trying to loosen her grips on the bag.

"What's going on, there?" Nnamdi asked, trying to understand what they were doing but David
Jnr was just grinning, watching the two of them as they struggled for the bag.

"Dad, tell Nnaemeka to let go of me.." Mma was shouting, holding unto the bag, tightly and
would't let go.

She wasn't even aware that David Jnr was there because she wasn't watching and being caught
by Nnaemeka shifted her attention from looking, to see who was in the sitting room with her
father.

"Nnam, let go of her. What happened?" Nnamdi told him, inquiring to know what happened.

"Dad, Mma mma took my bag from my room and won't let me go back to school." Nnaemeka
reported, leaving her.
 "Dad, Nnaemeka doesn't care about me, his only sister. I told him to defer his trip then leave
first thing, tomorrow morning; so i can enjoy his presence but no, he wants to go back to school
because there's girl that's been calling him, every now and then to come back. Her name is
Oma." Mma reported him and Nnaemeka just smiled and looked down when his father turned
and gave him a suspicious look...

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 "Dad, don't tell me you believe her.." Nnaemeka said, calmly, laughing at the way his father
was staring at him in a questioning manner.

"I didn't say anything, did I?" Nnamdi replied and David Jnr. was just watching them, grinning.

"Oma is one of our crew members who's going to be in the same program I am going to, and
she was just calling to know when I am leaving or better still, when I'd be landing at the airport,
so she can come pick me from the airport because her parents are based in Owerri and she has
a car.. I mean, that's all." Nnaemeka was explaining himself to clear the air.

"Dad, that girl has called him more than five times in less than two hours and he took her
calls everytime she called, smiling on the phone with her and he wouldn't even notice me." Mma
said, argumentatively.

"Maybe you're just jealous, huh?" Nnaemeka teased her.

"Of course, I am. You don't call me, you don't call Junior but here you are, always talking with a
girl, five times in less than every two hours. You know what?

I'll like to meet that girl, Oma. Why not bring her home, since you obviously love her?" Mma said
and Nnaemeka frowned at her, feeling embarrassed.

"Stop! I don't love her." He retorted.

"It's okay." Nnamdi interrupted the two of them, seeing that Nnaemeka was already getting
upset. "Sweetheart, just give him, his bag, let him go for the program." He added, talking to Mma
who started sulking as she released the bag to her brother then turned and ran upstairs, feeling
sad.

"You should learn to always call your siblings and check on them." Nnamdi told Nnaemeka
and he nodded in the affirmative.

"Yes, Dad." He said in response, nodding and expecting his father to say something about Oma
but Nnamdi avoided the discussion then he left to get his remaining things from the room and
to also pacify Mma before leaving.

"So, sorry about that interruption, my son." Nnamdi turned, apologizing to David Junior.

"Oh, it's Dad." Replied Jnr almost immediately, smiling. "I love the bond they share and I'd love
to have a set of twin or triplets, too." He added and Nnamdi started laughing.

"Really?" He said, laughing and Jnr answered in the affirmative. "Oh, well then, may the Lord
grant your heart desire and give them to you as you have said." Nnamdi released the prayer for
him, casually.
 "Amen. I believe!" Exclaimed Jnr. "And Dad.. She was in Dallas weeks ago, we met each other
there." He added, wearing a broad smile.

"Who?" Nnamdi asked, having no idea the person he was referring to.

"I mean, Mmasinachi, your daughter. I met her at a women's conference in Dallas and i was so
surprised." He told Nnamdi.

"Oh, really." Nnamdi exclaimed. "And you two recognized each other?" He asked.

"Yeah.. I did." Replied Junior, excited that they were talking about it.

"That's amazing. I'm glad you did." Said, Nnamdi.

"Yes, Dad. She did amazingly well in ministration that day. She's so anointed." Jnr said,
praising Mma before her father.

"The first time i saw her ministered in that dimension was here, in this house during a party
some years ago and she's still as anointed as at then. I've always admired her from afar but I
never had the chance of meeting her until that day in Dallas..." David Jnr was talking while
Nnamdi listened, smiling to himself as he watched him and just then, Mma and Nnaemeka in
the company of their mother were seen coming downstairs.

"Dad, I'm set." Nnaemeka drew close and informed his father, holding his sister, hand to hand
and it was at that moment that Mma's attention was drawn to the person her father has been
sitting there with, all the while.

Her eyes met his waiting eyes in shock but he was excited that she was seeing him in their
house. Because she was not expecting to see him and didn't know how to react to seeing him in
their house, she quickly looked away from him and while she was still trying to process things in
her head, her eyes betrayed her and she found herself looking towards his direction, again....

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Their eyes met again and he smiled then she smiled, too and looked down, shyly, turning and
closing her eyes to join the prayers for journey mercies her father was making for Nnaemeka.

"Amen.." She responded to the prayers alongside Nnaemeka and Chizaram. David Jnr also
started responding to the prayers when he saw that everyone were responding in agreement to
the prayer decrees the man of God was making.

After the prayers, they hugged Nnaemeka goodbye as Dan went to drop him off at the airport to
catch his flight. Before going back, upstairs, Chizaram welcomed David Jnr again while Mma
stood beside her, clinging to her body and avoiding any further eyes contact with Jnr .

Nnamdi observed how she was avoiding eyes contact with Jnr and he was surprised that she
didn't even greet him nor said anything to him, being that the young man said, they met each
other in Dallas, a couple of weeks ago. He expected that they'd exchange greetings but as
Chizaram turned to go upstairs, she(Mma) also followed her, clinging to her body as they
climbed upstair, feeling shy.

"Mmasinachi.." Nnamdi called her by her full name, seeing what happened and she was
startled because it's only when she does something wrong that her father calls her by her full
name, like that.

"Yes, Dad." She answered, looking back to her father in shock. Even Chizaram was surprised
hearing the way he called her and she had to stop, too, to know what she must have done wrong.

"Come, here." He told her and she went back to meet him. "You don't know him?" He asked
when she got there, pointing at David Jnr and Mma stole a quick look at him then back to her
father, staring and smiling without answering the question then Chizaram left, seeing that it's
nothing serious.

"Why are you just standing, there, staring at me?

I asked you, a question." Nnamdi said to her and she smiled even more broadly before replying
her father.

"Well, I know him but not pretty much." She said, smiling at her father and avoiding eyes
contact with Junior who was just smiling, wide.

"But he said, you two met in Dallas, recently." Nnamdi interrogated her.

"Yeah, but that was very brief. I mean, I don't even know his name." Mma replied in self-
justifying manner.

"And you that's why you saw him here and couldn't greet him?" Her father faulted her.

"Oh, my bad!" She admitted. "I'm sorry." She apologized, looking from her father to David Jnr
who nodded, emphatically.

"Good to see you, again." He told Mma, smiling.

"Same here." She replied then looked at her father. "You're welcome to our house." She added.

"Thank you." He replied, all smiles. He couldn't hide his excitement.

"He's my son, and his name is David Jnr Nnamdi." Nnamdi told Mma.

"Oh, nice." Mma commented, nodding at her father.

"And Junior, she's Mmasinachi, my only daughter." Nnamdi told Junior and he nodded,
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standing up to his feet, to meet her for a hug...

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"You know, things happened so fast that day, after the conference, I didn't get the chance to
give you a hug. Can I hug you, now?" He asked, standing before Mma with open arms and she
rolled her eyes from him to her father, amazed at his audacity but Nnamdi reacted with a warm
smile.

She didn't know whether her father's smile was a sign of approval or disapproval but to avoid
hanging his hands, she shrugged and she gave him a side hug, eyeing her father.
 "So, what course are you studying in the UK?" David Jnr asked, trying to get to know more
about her. "Oh, Dad, I'm sorry." He apologized, remembering that Nnamdi was there.

"It's okay, son." Nnamdi replied him. "Mma you can sit, you two can get to know each other,
better or don't you want to know more about him?" He told his daughter.

"Uh.. Yeah but I was busy with something upstairs. Maybe, some other times." Mma replied
her father and he smiled, seeing how smart she was. He was very sure she had nothing serious
doing upstairs, she just wanted to act classy, probably, wanting to be chased as a lady.

"I'd like to go finish up what I was doing." She said, both to her father and to Junior.

"Oh, it's fine." He replied her. "But, please, can I have your contact. I mean, so, I could call you
and.. we could hang out one of these days to know more about each other. What do you think?"
He asked Mma who looked from him to her father but Nnamdi looked away from them and
started making a call and she hear him asking Nnaemeka if they have arrived the airport.

She wondered why her father was giving the young man the liberty to act any how he liked in his
presence, towards her while he just sit back there without cautioning him. After a few seconds
of trying to decide whether to give him, her contact or not, she swallowed hard then collected
his phone and inputted her phone number on it, for him.

"Thanks. I'll call you." He assured her and she just nodded her head, gave her father a quick,
questioning look before leaving and Nnamdi was just beaming with smiles from where he was
sitting, quietly.

"I'm so, sorry, Dad." David Jnr returned back to his seat, apologizing for taking his time while
talking to Mma. "I couldn't get her contact the last time we met in Dallas and I regretted it. But I
got it now." He told Nnamdi, excitedly.

"Oh, that's good." Nnamdi said in response. "So, tell me. How about your girlfriend?" He asked
the young man, inquisitively...

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"Girlfriend.." He said then paused, surprised that he was asking about his girlfriend. "No, I
don't have a girlfriend, if i do you'll definitely know about her, I'll tell you." David Junior, replied,
feeling very free with Nnamdi while he smiled, looking into his eyes.

"Ever since Jessica and I parted ways, I have been very, very single and of course, very happy
too but it's not easy over there. Dad, sometimes, everyone seems to be crazy yet they feels I am
the one who's crazy for not doing what they're doing.

But I'm good, though, sometimes, you know.. I feel lonely and want to have someone special in
my life who understands me, with whom I can express my thoughts and feelings; I mean,
someone who shares the same belief as me. Is anything wrong with that?" He openly expressed
himself, asking Nnamdi who smiled before answering him.

"Well.. It's not bad feeling lonely, once in a while as a young person who's still full of life. And
of course, it's not bad wanting to have someone special in your life, if your reasons are right. So,
have you found or seen anyone who can fill into that special space?" Nnamdi asked him,
bringing himself down to his level, so they can talk as friends.

"Hahaha.." David Junior laughed out loud in response to the question. "Now, you got me, Dad!"
He added, grinning wide and even Nnamdi started laughing.
 "Oh.. So, you've seen someone and you're already considering her in your heart but you don't
want tell, right?" Nnamdi said, pulling his legs.

"Absolutely not!" He replied, laughing. "I want to tell you about her but I am scared right, now. I
don't know how you're going to feel about it, if I tell you the person." Junior added, acting
nervous and even shy.

"Oh, really?" Nnamdi said, smiling. "You're not scared of me, do I bite?" He asked, seeing the
young man was feeling very apprehensive, though wearing a cute smile.

"Uh.. No..I mean, I'm even shy." He said, giggling. "Do men feel shy?" He asked Nnamdi who
started laughing.

"Men don't feel shy when they're with their fellow men. So, we're men." Nnamdi replied, trying
to make him feel comfortable, even though he already knew he was feeling shy and nervous.

"Yeah.. We're men." He concurred with Nnamdi, trying to man up, like a man but then he
turned and looked into Nnamdi's eyes and lost his composure and both of them started
laughing.

"Dad, I think you have to stop looking into my eyes. Your eyes makes me wanna flop!" He told
Nnamdi.

"Oh, let me close my eyes then." Nnamdi said, closing his eyes, playfully.

"Oh, no, please." He protested. "Don't do that." He added and straight up, he started talking.

"Dad.. I don't know how this feels but I love your daughter." He said, looking into Nnamdi's
eyes.

"I've always admired her from the very first day, I saw her stand over there, singing and
prophesying and bringing down the glory of God. I never stopped thinking about her.

She's gorgeous and godly, and smart, too. She's the kind of girl i love to spend the rest of my life
with. And I promise, i will never hurt. I'll love, protect and support her in everything. I promise."
He poured out his heart to Nnamdi, frankly..

"But she's still a child..." Nnamdi was telling him and he cut, courteously.

"Dad, I can wait." He cut in then continued. "I mean.. I'm still young, too and I can wait till when
she's ready." David Jnr told him, pleadingly.

"Have you prayed about this?" He asked him.

"Really.. I've been talking to God so much about the person I'd like to settle down with but
haven't been specific until I saw her in Dallas and I must confess, I feel so much peace ever
since then, that I have seen the right person for me.
Uh...I'm not so much of a charismatic christian like those who hears God in audible voices or
through many visions and revelations but I love God and I know He's with me and has given me
His peace on this." David replied, speaking very confidently with his American accent in play.

"Well, it's fine but the decision about whom to be with is not mine to decide. She's the right
person to decide whom she wants to spend the rest of her life with, when the time is right. So, I
can't promise you anything on this regard for now.

I'll advise you just make friends with her, for now and get to know more about yourselves. I
mean, being friends with her is going to be an added advantage for you; you'll get to know what
she likes, what she doesn't like, her challenges and other areas of her life which are very
important to her.

From there, you'll know how you can shoot your shot and if you win her heart, you'll have her. But
for now, work hard towards being just a friend to her." Nnamdi advised him...

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EPISODE 54,(unedited).

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Oma picked Nnaemeka up at the airport in the company of two of their team members and
straight away, they went for the program.

It was after the program that day, when he was resting in the night and scrolling through his
phone that his father's WhatsApp message popped up.

"How was the program, son?" The message read.

"Good evening, Dad." He greeted. "It was fine, sir." He added.

"Hope you were on time?" He asked.

"Yes, Dad." He replied.

"And how is Oma?" His father asked and he rolled his eyes on seeing the question.

"Dad!" He called him, feeling embarrassed that he was asking about Oma. "I'm not with her."
He told him.

"I know but she came to pick you up at the airport, didn't she?" He asked him.

"Yes, she did but not only her. She came in the company of two of our crew members, Dad."
He reported.

"Oh, I see.. But how is she?" Nnamdi asked again.

"Dad, what do you want to hear?" He asked his father.

"I'm just asking after Oma, my son's good friend, is that bad?" Nnamdi asked, smiling.

"Oh, Dad, stop!" He replied, seeing that his father was only teasing him. "Don't tell me you
believe what Mma Mma, said. There's nothing going on between Oma and I." He told his father,
looking serious.

"Oh, common, I haven't mentioned that yet. I just wanted to know how she is, who she is and
how you two came to become friends, because you didn't even tell me you had a female friend,
why?" His father asked.

"That's because, there's nothing to tell you about Oma. She's just one of our crew members,
dad." He kept defending himself.

"Okay. Just tell me about her, I want to know more about her." His father requested. "Or don't
you want me to know her?" He added and Nnaemeka shrugged in indifferent.

"Well, Oma and I are in the same school but different departments. She's the only daughter in a
family of five and her father is a business man. We became close because she's among the first
people who joined our worship crew. That's all." He told his father, making it look as much
casual as he can.

"Oh, wow! That's great. She must be a lover of God. Can I see her picture?" Nnamdi asked and
Nnaemeka wondered what his father really want to know about Oma.

"Dad, I don't have her picture." He replied.

"You are joking, right?" Nnamdi replied, doubting it.

"Dad, I'm serious." He told his father.

"But she's your crew member, don't you take pictures with your crew members?" Nnamdi
asked and that was when he realized that what he didn't have was Oma's personal pictures.

They have taken pictures together before and even himself and Oma has taken pictures
together before but he doesn't know whether the pictures are still on his phone.

"Let me check.." He replied, going to his picture gallery and after a few a minute or two of
scrolling through, he saw some of the pictures he took with Oma and his crew member and
forwarded two of them to his father.

"Here's is it. She's the one on white shirt and trouser." He told him father, describing what Oma
was putting on..

"Wow! She's very beautiful. Black beauty." Nnamdi exclaimed and the boy rolled his eyes in
reaction to his father's response.

"Dad, what's going on..?" He typed and wanted to send it to his father but changed his mind
and decided to kept quiet.

"Tell me the truth, son. Do you feel anything for her?" Came the question he wasn't expecting
from his father....
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"I don't understand what you mean, Dad." He replied.

"I mean, you should tell me the truth from your heart. Do you love her?" Nnamdi asked, calmly.

"Dad, I don't feel anything for her, we're just friends." He replied, feeling awkward that he was
having such a conversation with his father about Oma.

"But you know she has feelings for you, don't you?" His father asked him and for the next sixty
seconds, he stared at the question and couldn't type a response.

"Be sincere, you know she does, right?" Nnamdi sent him another text and he swallowed hard.

"Yes." He admitted, though it was hard for him.

"Okay. So, what's your plan concerning her?" He asked his son.

"Plan?" Asked Nnaemeka. "Dad, I have no plans whatsoever concerning Oma. I'm just friends
with her because she's very committed to the crew and she's still a new convert who's willing to
grow, spiritually around me and I believe that with time, she'd grow past her feeling for me which
I know she's already doing." He explained to his father with open mind.

"Really?" Nnamdi said in response.

"Yes, Dad." He replied.

"Okay. I want to believe you, son." Nnamdi told him and Nnaemeka felt good, hearing that.
"But if at any time you start feeling anything for her, don't hide it from me." He added.

"Dad, nothing of such is going to happen, I promise." He assured.

"I didn't say, it will happen, son. I only said, if at any time you start feeling anything for her,
don't hide it from me. Remember, I am not against you having feelings for her, I just want you to
carry me along so, I can guide you aright." His father told him.

"Okay, Dad." He replied his father, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Dad." He added.

"Hope you're not angry with me for prying into your personal life?" Nnamdi asked.

"No, sir. I'm not." Nnaemeka replied.

"Do you need anything?" He asked him.

"No, thank you, Dad." He replied.

"Okay. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" He asked.

"Nothing, sir." He replied.

"Alright. You know, I love you, right?" Nnamdi told him.

"I love you, too, dad." Nnaemeka replied and with that they brought their chats to an end.

"Why does everyone think Oma and I are dating?" Nnaemeka thought quietly within him after
the chat his father. "To the extent, dad is already suspecting we're in a relationship or that I am
going to fall for her. Maybe I should just tell her to stop calling or coming close to me.

But she didn't do anything to me and it's really going to hurt her because, how am I supposed to
tell someone who has done nothing to me, to stop calling or coming close to me?" Nnaemeka
was engrossed in his own thoughts, trying to figure out the best way to end or reduce the
closeness between himself and Oma...

That night, Mma's phone rang and she thought it was Josh, she rushed at it but it wasn't his
number and she was disappointed. It was a number she wasn't familiar with but Truecaller
revealed the name of the person, calling.

It was David Junior, the young man she gave her contact earlier that day but she wasn't in the
mood to speak with him because she wasn't happy. She's been calling Josh for hours but he
was deliberately busying and rejecting her calls and would not return the calls.

She chatted him up on WhatsApp and he saw the chats but he didn't reply her messages till that
night when he sent her a text which reads;

"Don't bother calling me, I am fine." Josh sent her a text after busying her calls, several times.

"I called you, yesterday and you didn't take nor return my calls. Today, again, I have been
calling you, all day and even sent you countless messages and this is all you have to say?

Were you actually avoiding my calls, deliberately?" She asked him on WhatsApp but he didn't
reply her.

"Josh, you're hurting me." She sent him another text but he read it and still didn't reply her. She
called his phone and it rang through but he didn't take the calls.

"Maybe it's not Josh that replied me, he would take my calls, if he's the one. Maybe someone
stole his phone or could it be that something bad had happened to him?" She thought and
became worried, hoping that nothing bad happened to him as she didn't want to believe that
Josh could ignore her calls, for any reason...

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EPISODE 56,(unedited).

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Running out of her room, she knocked on her parent's door and went in but nobody was in the
room then she went out to look for them, to report her suspicions. Unfortunately, they were
downstairs with some visitors and she had to go back to her room, quietly, thinking about what
to do.

"Hey, could you please, give Josh his phone?" Mma texted Josh again and was waiting for
either a call or a text in response when David Junior's call came in.

Thinking it was Josh, she rushed at it but found out it wasn't him and Truecaller showed her the
name of the person calling. She pushed the phone aside and it rang to the end then started all
over again but she ignored it, still.

After calling twice, he didn't call again and she waited for Josh's call or text which never came
until she slept off. When she woke up at 2am to perform her quiet time, she remembered she
was waiting for Josh's response before she doze off and she checked to see if there were
missed calls, SMS or WhatsApp messages from him but there were no such things from Josh,
except WhatsApp messages from an unsaved number.

She tapped on the message and it opened, reading the first and second lines, she already knew
the person who sent the messages. It was David Junior.

"Hi sis.

It's David Nnamdi.

☺
Your friend.. No, your brother.. " The first and second line of the text reads with a blushing
emoji and she gave a faintly smile.

"I called to say, 'hi' but guess you had gone to bed or maybe, you're praying or busy with
something. I'm sorry, if I interrupted anything." He apologized.

"Please, can I call you, tomorrow?" He requested and she just stared at the text for some
seconds then went back to check Josh's WhatsApp timeline to know when last he came online
and she found that he was actually online.

"Hi Josh." She chatted, expecting a response.

"I've been calling, you ain't taking nor returning my calls and texts. Did I do something wrong?

You could talk to me about it and I'll apologize or make amends rather than avoiding me." She
texted him and he opened the message.

She saw the blue tab which showed he had seen her messages and she was excited, sat up and
waited for his response but he never responded till day break, she felt like crying.

"You hate, now?" She sent another text angrily. "Why not say it?" She added and tears fell off
her her eyes then she tossed the phone aside, climbed down the bed and left the room to her
parent's room.

Chizaram was up and studying in the room when the knock came on their door and looked up,
surprised to hear someone knocking for them at that time of the night.

"Mom, please, open the door.." It was Mma's voice she was hearing and even Nnamdi who
was sleeping on the bed had to get up on hearing Mma's voice.

Chizaram hurried to open the door for her. She entered inside and without bothering to even
explain what she was doing or looking for, knocking for them at that time of the night, she
walked straight to her father on the bed and went into his arms, crying....
All these big men children sef.., 😀
What would she now tell her father is the reason for her cry?

Me, cry to my father because of a boy at the age of 18?

Them go scatter my teeth 😂

But shaa.. I am learning 🙈😍
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"What happened to you?"Nnamdi asked her.

"Josh is hating on me." She replied, tearfully and her parent exchanged surprised glances and
quickly looked away.

"Why?" Nnamdi asked her, showing concern.

"He's angry and ignoring my calls because i couldn't go outside to see him on your birthday,
before he left for Abuja." She explained, innocently and the exasperated Chizaram looked away
on hearing her silly reason for crying and coming to disturb their night.

"So, why are you crying because he's ignoring your call?" Nnamdi asked her and that was
when it dawned on her that she shouldn't have gone to cry to her father in the first place,
concerning that.

"Uh.. I don't know." She replied, feeling embarrassed at the way her father was looking at her
in a suspicious manner.

"It's okay." Nnamdi said, seeing she was embarrassed that her private feelings for Josh was
being revealed. "Don't worry, let's sleep. We'd call him in the morning." He told her, calmly lying
down and she lay down in his arm, relieved that he didn't scold her for it.

At 5am, that morning, just when she was enjoying her sleep the most, after the troubled night,
her father woke her up and she went downstairs with them for the family devotion.

After the devotion, she went back to her own room and picking up her phone from the bed
where she had left it, she went through her WhatsApp messages and found a voice note from
Josh. She quickly opened and sat down to listen to it and gratefully, it was Josh's voice.

"I don't hate you and I can never hate you. The truth is, it hurts so much being ignored by the
person you love and care for. All I have done from our childhood was love you but I guess you
don't feel the same for me and nothing hurts like unrequited love; I mean, it's bitter and painful.

It hurts me deep into my bones each time you I try to let you know how I feel but you treat me
like I am a nobody. You obviously don't feel the same for me and it sucks.

You think I hate you but I think it should be the other way round, I am the one who's feeling
hated and unwanted by you. When we have feelings for someone, I mean.. we have this
beautiful fantasy in our head that they’ll return our feelings, and we’ll live happily ever after but
then we ends up not receiving the same love we give, what do you call it?

Mma, I love you but unrequited is what I don't ever want to experience in my life and I feel it's
best for me to just stay away from you, since you don't feel the same for me and..." Mma was
listening to the voice note and he was sounding so broken and emotional, she didn't even know
her tears were dropping until she heard a knock on her door.

She wiped off her tears, looked up at the door then paused the voice note and got up to answer
the door. It was her father and looking into her eyes, he could see the remains of tears on her
eyelids; she gave way for him to enter the room and he entered, walked straight to the bed and
sat down and she joined him.

"Why are you still crying?" He asked her and she kept quiet.

"I thought, I promised we were going to call him, this morning?" He added.

"He sent me this." She showed him the voice note and he played it, listening quietly to Josh as
he used the most alluring yet broken voice to make the voice note, choosing his words carefully
in a way that it would be difficult or almost impossible for any girl not to fall for him.

They both listened to it, till the end then he turned and looked at her and she stole a quick look
at him, too. It was clearly written in her eyes that she loved him and she had confirmed it several
times that she loved him, so, he didn't need to ask her again, whether she loves him because he
was sure that the answer would be the same, especially after hearing that masterpiece of
emotional voice note.

"So, what's your plan, now?" He asked her, calmly and she looked up into his father's eyes,
confused, afraid and abashed....

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"Dad, I love him." She replied her father.

"You've said that before, my darling. The question now is, what is your plan?" He asked her,
again.

"I don't know, Dad.. He's really hurt." She replied.

"Did you hurt him?" He asked her.

"Yeah.. I did. He came for your birthday because of me and I didn't him, before he left for
Abuja and it hurt him, terribly." She explained.

"No, you didn't hurt him. He came for my birthday and courtesy demands he respect me, by not
calling you down from the stage where you are before the world, to come outside and meet him,
so that you both can be seen frolicking, outside. Do you even know who you are?" Her father
asked, sternly.

"You are a Princess." He told her and she felt a sense of pride in herself, hearing her father call
her a princess. "You were not supposed to go outside to stand and talk with him, like some
cheap, loosed girls on the street.

Princesses carries themselves with dignity and stays in their father's palace; anyone who wants
to see or speak with the princess, visits the palace to see and speak with her, honorably.
Nobody calls the princess to come out to the street or to a public place, to stand with him,
talking like a commoner.

It's undignifying and you would have dishonoured yourself before the whole world, by going out
there, to stand and talk with him, on the street or in one corner as if you were a loosed girl. Are
you loosed?" He asked her and she shook her head in the negative.

"No, Dad." She replied, still shaking her head.

"Then why would you feel bad that you did not dishonour yourself, just to please him?

He came for my birthday, and if he really cared to spend time with you and talk with you, he
would have make out time and schedule another day, specially then come to the house to see
you, not on my birthday when he knows you will be busy with your family.

Princess, you did him no wrong. You are a princess. You should be respected. If he want to see
you, he should specially come to the house and see you and if he wants to take you out, to have
a nice time and to talk with you, it should be somewhere special where your safety is
guaranteed and morals are protected, not in the street..." Nnamdi was still talking and she
breathed down, heavily, regaining her self-worth.

"Stop crying. Princesses don't cry for boys. Real men knows the value of a princess and
chase after her. If he really loves you, he will come, looking for you and if he doesn't come, then
he doesn't deserve a princess like you. Don't call him, again." He told her and she nodded in the
affirmative.

"Come, give daddy a hug.." He said, opening his arms for her and she went and hugged him.
"You know I love you, right?" He told her while in his arms and she nodded.

"Yes, daddy. I love you, too, daddy." She replied.

"I want to make you happy. So, what does my princess want?" He asked and she smiled.

"I'd like to go pay Nnaemeka a surprised visit in school." She requested, smiling and because
he was not expecting that request from her, he was quiet and thought about it for some
seconds before giving his approval.

"Okay! I'll arrange for that." He told her and she was excited.

"Thank you, daddy." She said, jumping on him for a hug.

"So, when would you like it to be?" He asked her.

"Tomorrow!" She replied, excitedly.

"Okay. I'll see to that." He assured her and she was happy about it.

"Thank you, daddy." She was thinking her father again when her phone started ringing and
picking up the phone, it was a familiar number but she was too excited to pay attention to it, she
silenced the phone and dropped it but her father who was curious to know whether it was Josh,
calling, urged her to take her call.

"...I don't know who's calling me." She replied.

"More reason why you should take the call." He told her and she hesitated at first but later
answered the call....

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 "Hello.." She heard a male voice at the other end and she quickly removed the phone from her
ear and checked the number again, to confirm her suspicion.

She had not spoken with David Junior on the phone for the first time but unconsciously, she
had already stored the first two digits and the last three digits of his number in her head and
when she confirmed the number, she knew it was him.

"Uh..Hi." She said. "Good morning. I'm so sorry, I missed your calls a couple of times and
couldn't return the calls. I apologize." She apologized, looking at his father who pretended like he
wasn't listening but his ears were actually open to the conversation, to know who was calling,
though he was looking the other way.

"You know who's calling?" The caller asked, sounding excited.

"Of course, I do. David Junior, right?" She replied and that was when Nnamdi knew the person
calling but he still pretended like he wasn't listening.

"Yeah.. I mean, how did you know i was the one?" Junior asked.

"Well.. Truecaller revealed your identity at first and secondly, you sent me some chats on
WhatsApp, so, I practically have the first two digits and the last three digits of your number
stored up in my head." She told him.

"Oh, wow! You must be very intelligent." He commended her.

"Oh, well.. I'll say, thank you." She replied. "Dad is here, you wanna speak with him?" Mma
asked, trying to call her father's attention, to know that it's David Junior that she's speaking with.

"Dad, it's your son, David." She called her father's attention, handing the phone to him before
Junior could even answer her and Nnamdi collected the phone from her hand.

"Hello, son." He said, speaking with David Junior on the phone.

"Good morning, dad." He greeted.

"Good morning. How are you?" Replied Nnamdi.

"I'm good. Dad, I called your phone a while ago but I guess you weren't with your phone or
maybe you were still in bed. Something came up and I thought to let you know cuz I may
probably leave Nigeria, tomorrow or next for the United States. Can I call your own phone, so, we
could talk better?" He requested, courteously.

"Oh, sorry about that, I wasn't with my phone. It's fine. I will return your call once I get back to
the room, okay?" Nnamdi replied him and with that, he returned the phone back to Mma.

"Okay. Thanks for calling. Have a great da..." She said, immediately the phone got into her
hand and was about dropping the call but he was fast enough to stop her from ending the call.
 "Uh, please, hold on for a moment. I wanna ask for a favour." He said, hurriedly.

"Oh, okay?" She replied, wondering what that would be.

"I know this is so sudden but it's due to some circumstances beyond my control and I do wish
you can understand with me. Please, can we hang out this evening.. I will come pick you up." He
requested and she rolled her eyes in surprise and her father, though he didn't hear what he told
her, got up and waved her, goodbye.

"Hello.." He said, after a brief silence from her end.

"Uh.. Yeah, I don't know how possible that would be but why?" She asked and he explained
that he had wanted to sit and talk with her, in order know more about her but he had an
emergency and would have to fly back to the US, as soon as possible.

"Well, we have fellowship this evening at the Potter's Place and I am sorry, I won't miss it for
anything. You should be there, too." She told him.

"Oh, I wasn't informed but I'll definitely come for the fellowship. So, what about us hanging out,
tomorrow?" He asked.

"Okay.. But you'd have to tell dad about it, first." She told him then she remembered that she
already planned going on a surprised visit to Nnaemeka's school.

"Oh, no!" She shouted. "I planned going to see my brother in his school, tomorrow." She told
him.

"Where's the school?" He asked.

"The Potter's University, Owerri, in Imo State." She replied.

"Oh, my mom works there. She's the current Vice Chancellor of the University but I haven't
been there, before. I mean, I could tag along." He suggested and she was amazed at his
audacity....

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"Hello.." David Junior said when he didn't hear anything from her end.

"Are you still there?" He asked.

"Uh..Yeah, I'm here." She replied.

"Ok. I can come along, right?" He asked.

"Well, I don't know. It's not me that'll decide that. As a matter of fact, I don't even know how I
am going to get there. You should speak to dad about that." She replied.

"Oh, it's fine. I'll do that and get back to you." He assured her. "Thanks for your time and your
warm reception." He added and with that, they brought the call to a ceremonious end and Mma
was just holding her phone, wondering why she agreed to David's requests to tag along with her
to Owerri.

"We've not even been close and he wants to tag along with me, to Owerri.. And why didn't I say,
no?" She wondered, rolling her eyes.
 "I hope dad says, 'no', to his request cuz I don't even know how I got to agree with that." She
hoped silently in her heart, crashing on her back to the bed...

At Nnamdi's room, he was on a phone call with David Junior who was telling him the reason for
his sudden plan to return back to the states and Nnamdi understood and agreed with him that
he needed to go back as fast as possible because it had to do with business.

When they were done with that, he asked him whether he would be leaving on the morrow,
having understood the urgency of the situation and that was when David brought up the matter
of wanting to hang out with Mma before he leaves.

"Uh..Yeah, I had wanted to leave tomorrow but I spoke with Mmasinachi a while ago about
hanging out with her, this evening but was informed that there'd be service in Church this
evening. So, I thought I should stay back and hang out with her, tomorrow but she said, she'd be
going to Owerri, tomorrow to see Nnaks.

I requested to tag along with her to Owerri, tomorrow just so we could get along and.. I don't
know if it's fine by you." He said and Nnamdi was quiet for some seconds as he realized that he
hasn't even made any arrangements for how Mma's going to Owerri would be.

It was at that moment that he(Nnamdi) started trying to figure out in his head whether Mma
would go by flight or by road and if she's to go by flight, he would have to book her flight, to and
fro, for tomorrow then call Theophilus, to help send someone to the airport, to pick her from the
airport and to also see to it that Nnaemeka meets her as a surprise.

But if she's to go by road, Dan would have to drive her to Owerri and that would be very stressful,
coupled with the bad road and the insecurity in the country.

"Hello.. Dad, are you there?" David said at the other end.

"Well, that's not a problem at all but you know, she's not going by road and I don't know if she'd
like you to come along with her. You should discuss that with her and know if she..." Nnamdi
was trying to refer him back to Mma but he cut in, courteously.

"Yes, Dad. I told her already and she's cool with it but she asked that I speak with you and get
your approval." He explained.

"She asked that you talk to me about it?" The Nnamdi asked, surprised that Mma did not not
turn down his request.

"Yeah.. She did. She said, you're the one planning the trip for her and that she's got no idea
how she's gonna get there. And talking about how to get there, I like to suggest we go by our
bizjet?
I mean, I can talk to my father about that, right away and it's gonna make the trip really fast,
cosy and fun for her and it will enable us to talk while on air." He suggested and Nnamdi was....

And Nnamdi was what? 🙄😀

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Nnamdi was dumbfounded, he wasn't expecting to hear that and with his mouth agape, his
eyes widened in amazement as he laughed.

"No, you don't need to disturb your father about that, it hasn't come to that yet." He told him,
laughing but the young man insisted.

"I insist, dad. It's not a disturbance at all and my father will find it a great honour to release it. I
mean, she worth it and it's also for me, not just for her, cuz I really wanna get to sit and talk with
her before I leave and I don't know when next I can see this opportunity, if we don't get to do this
now." He explained and Nnamdi didn't know what else to tell him.

"Please, give me a moment, I'll just go talk to my father and get back to you, please." He
requested and with this, he excused himself to go and speak with his father.

Chizaram who was in the room and was quiet all the while her husband and David Junior were
on the phone turned to her husband the moment he dropped his phone and said.

"I don't know whether I am right in my thinking but I hope you're not the one trying to link
these two kids together?" She asked her husband because she partly heard their conversation
over the phone and he was surprised that she was asking him that question.

For some seconds, he looked deeply into her eyes from where he was sitting, disappointed
because he thought she knew him better but the question she just asked showed that she didn't
know him well, enough. He smiled at her, sadly and said.

"I thought you're supposed to have known the kind of man you married by now." He said
calmly. "But it's fine. I'm not the one linking them up and i will never do that." He answered her.

"And who says, I don't know the kind of man i married?

Desire, I know you very well and that's why I asked, to be sure, that nothing has changed." She
explained but he didn't say anything again and she thought that he was offended, that she
questioned his integrity on the matter.

"Are you angry with me?" She asked, going close and sat down to face him.

"Why should I be angry?" He asked. "You're in the best position to call me to order whenever
you notice I am going the wrong way, so, I understand you're doing your job. I was disappointed
but definitely not angry and on this matter, I don't have a hand in it.

The two of them met in Dallas at the Deborah's Conference, according to him, the conference
was held in the church where he worships and on his own, he opened up to me about what he
feel for our daughter; how he has always admired and loved her from afar, and it was just this
yesterday that we had this discussion.

You should know I love my daughter and cannot trade her for anything, I mean, anything. In as
much as he's also my son and I am very proud of the responsible young man he's growing into,
it never crossed my mind to matchmake the two of them.

I'll never do a thing like that and even on the issue of him wanting to tag along with her, to
Owerri, he had spoken with her about it before reaching out to me." Nnamdi explained to his
wife, to clear her doubts and she felt better about it...

"...What are you going to Owerri to do when you have something very important waiting for you
and you should be returning to the US?" Was the question elder David asked his son when he
requested to go to Owerri the bizjet.

"Dad, I changed my mind. I'd go back the day after tomorrow. I need to go with a friend to
Owerri, to see a friend and it's very important to me." He told his father and his parent were
surprised to hear him talk about a friend or friends.

"Which friend are you traveling to Owerri with and since when did you start making friends
here?" His mother asked, concerned because they haven't heard nor seen him with any friend in
Nigeria as the most part of his teenage years till date were spent outside the country.

"Well, I am tryna make new friends here now, with Apostles children and Mmasinachi and I
would like to go see his brother in school." He replied his mother and she quickly kept quiet but
her husband was lost.

"Mmasinachi, who is Mmasinachi?" Elder David asked, trying to understand something.

"She's Apostle's daughter." He replied his father. "Dad, you should call the pilot and the
engineer to put everything in order, please. This trip means so much to me." He told his father
who was still trying to figure out what is going as he left.

"Is he and Apostle's daughter seeing each other?" Elder David asked his wife, curiously...

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"Seeing each other, how?" His wife replied, trying to pretend she doesn't know anything.

"I mean, are they dating?" He asked.

"I don't think so, I think they are just friends. You heard him, he said, he's trying to make friends
with Apostles children and I don't think it's not a bad idea." She told her husband.

"Why do I feel you and your son are hiding something from me?" Elder David asked his wife
and she gave him a sharp look then bursted into a provocative laugh before replying him.

"Hide something like what, from you?" She asked, laughing.

"I don't trust you and that your son, because you always have a way of covering up for him
whenever he's doing something he doesn't want me to know.." He told his wife who went on
laughing.
 "Why would you say a thing like that?

That I supports my son, doesn't mean i cover up for his excesses and you know it. So, if there's
any other thing you want to hear from him, why not call him and ask him, directly since you think
I am hiding something from you. Besides, won't you be happy to have Apostle's daughter as
your daughter in-law?" She asked him.

"Oh, I can see the truth is gradually coming out. You know, I know you very well when it comes
to your son. I knew there's something you're not telling me." He exclaimed and she started
laughing.

"I am not hiding anything from you.. Okay, fine. This is all I know. Your son and Apostle's
daughter met each other in the US and your son told me, he likes her and that he would like to
get to know more about her..." She was still talking when elder David cut in.

"Oh, so, it was because of the girl he went to Apostle's house, very early, yesterday?" He asked.

"No, he actually had an appointment with Apostle and he told him to come in the morning, that
was why he went very early." She defended her son.

"You're defending him again as usual but I look, you have to talk to him. I don't want him to do
anything that will bring problems between me and Apostle. If he knows he is not going to be
serious with the girl, he should just stay away from her, now and go elsewhere. I don't want to
have any problems with that family." Elder David warned, sternly.

"Why would you say a thing like that? You see why your son is always hiding things from you?

Look at the way you're talking as if your son is troublesome or like some irresponsible young
man out there." His wife retorted, displeased at the way he reacted to the matter.

"He should keep hiding things from me, that's his business. He is already of age to make
decisions for himself and face the consequences but on this matter, my relationship with
Apostle is very important to me and I will not allow some youthful exuberance ruin my
relationship with him and..." He was talking and his wife cut in.

"It's always about you, you and you all the time. You have never trusted that your son can
actually make any good or noble decision on his own, it's only what you deem right that he
should do and this boy is no longer a child.

He is twenty four and you don't even know whether your son is dating or who he's dating and
now, he is showing interest in someone who is close to you, from a good family but instead of
being happy for him and guiding him to get it right, you're here, trying to protect your own
personal interest." His wife expressed her displeasure.

"I am not protecting any personal interest, he is my son and I want the best for him but I don't
want anything that will bring problems between our family and the Apostle's. I don't want him to
play games around his daughter, if he doesn't have any intentions of settling down with her. Is
that what you call, being selfish?" He asked his wife.

"I don't like the way you always handle issues when it comes to your son. Try and sit down
with him and know what is going on in his personal life; fatherhood is not all about money and
grooming your son to take over your wealth.

He needs to know that you have his interest at heart and he can only know that when you try
knowing what is going on in his life and guide him aright." His wife corrected him and he kept
quiet for a some seconds and seeing that his wife is already angry with him, he admitted his
wrong and asked her to call him(David Junior) for him.

"Ehn.. It's not like i don't care about what goes on in his personal life, i do but you people don't
seem to understand me, sometimes. Call him for me, let me talk with him and know what is in
his mind." He told her and she heaved a sigh of relief, and walked out to call him.

She knocked and met David Junior in the room just when he was dropping a phone call.

"Hey, mom." He greeted his mother on seeing her enter his room.

"Your father wants to speak with you, he asked that I call you." She told him and he gave her a
questioning look.

"Why, I hope there's no problem?" He asked his mother because he and his father hardly sit to
talk.

It's only when there's something he(his father) wants him to do or when they're disagreeing over
his decision and he was afraid, thinking his father wanted to turn down his request, on the use
of the bizjet.

"Well, I told him about your fondness for Mmasinachi and he..." She was still talking and he
was disappointed, he interrupted her.

"Oh, no, mom!" He cried out. "I told you, I don't wanna involve him just yet until when everything
works out perfectly between us." He lamented.

"I know but I had to tell him, and i have also spoken to him. He's ready to support you but
wants to know how serious you are before he can show his support. So, feel free, go in there
and talk with your father." She told him and he looked at her, not sure she knew what she was
saying but swallowed hard and left to answer his father.

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"Dad." He called his father when he entered the room.

"Yes, son!" Elder David said when his son.

"Mom said, you asked to see me." He told his father.

"Yes, my son. Come, come and sit down, let's talk." He said, and the young man looked at him,
suspiciously, not sure whether he should feel free to share his plans about his personal life with
him.

He sat down and waited for his father who was just smiling at him, to start up the discussion
and as expected he started.

"I'm sorry, son. I haven't been a perfect father to you in terms of getting to know the things
going on in your world and trusting most of your decisions but I want you to know that I love you
and have so much interest in your future and that's why it seems like I am very hard on you.

You know you're my only son and I was afraid, your mother was so fond of you, you were like the
apple of her eyes and, I didn't want to raise an over-pampered child who will turn out to become
irresponsible and a disgrace to the society. So, I felt, it's better that one of us had to be a little bit
strict so that we don't overindulge you.

That is why you always see me, trying to influence every of your decisions from childhood but
it's quite unfortunate that I over did it at some points and didn't know when to draw the limit,
especially now, that you're a grown up. I am sorry, I hope you forgive your father?" He apologized
to his son and this made the young man to feel a little more secured with him.

"It's fine, dad." He replied his father. "I understand your reasons and I forgive you." He added.

"Oh, that's my son. Thank you, very much for forgiving me." He said, grinning wide. "I am very
proud of the brilliant young man you have grown into and I know you'll be greater than your
father." He commended him.

"Thank you, Dad." He replied, his father, waiting for him to start up the main conversation for
which he called him but he was not going straight to the point. He went from asking one
question to another then asked about his job and businesses and he gave answers to them
before he finally brought up Mma's matter.

"Uh...Your mother told me, you have interest in Apostle's daughter. Is that true?" He asked,
smiling.

"Yes, I do." He replied. "I like her." He added.

"Hmm.. And what about your girlfriend over there in the U.S ?" He asked, concluding that at his
age, he must have a girlfriend or someone he's emotionally attached to.

"Girlfriend!" He exclaimed. "I don't have a girlfriend. I've been very singles for years, now." He
added.

"You mean, all these years you've been over there, you don't have any girl in your life?" He tried
to pry more into his affairs.

"Well, I used to have one but it's been years we parted ways and since then, I've been celibate.
No girlfriend, no hookups and no clubbing." He told his father who was surprised to hear that at
his age, living in the U.S, he was not into women and had no girlfriend.

"I'm surprised and at the same time proud of you." He commended him. "So, tell me, how do
you really feel about Apostle's daughter and what's your plan? Have you asked her out,
already?" He asked.

"Dad, I love her. She's the kind of girl I love to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I've
always loved her from the first time I saw her. I was just eighteen when I started feeling this way
for her and here I am, six years later and nothing has changed, I am still feeling the same way
and I am being sincere with you, it's even stronger now." He told his father....

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His father was touched in his heart, he was quiet for some seconds before he finally found
his voice, cleared his throat and asked him yet another question.

"Okay, so, have you asked her out yet?" He asked.

"Uh.. Well, I have not but I've spoken to her father about how I feel for her." He replied.

"You told her father?" Elder David asked with his eyes widened and he replied in the affirmative.
"You mean, you told Apostle about this?" He asked him again, finding it unbelievable.

"Yeah.."David affirmed.

"Ha! And you didn't even bother to tell me, before going to discuss something like that with
him." Elder David said, concerned that Nnamdi may not be happy about it. "So, what was his
response?" He asked.

"Well, Apostle said, Mmasinachi is still a child and that I can only be friends with her for now
but I am willing to wait till when she's come of age and ready." He told his father.

"Hmm.." His father heaved a sigh of relief. "You're unbelievable. You mean, Apostle is already
aware of this and I am just hearing it, now?" His stupefied father said.

"I'm sorry about." He apologized. "I didn't know how you'd react if I told you." He added.

"It's okay, son. You know I always want the best for you, and on this, you have my support too,
but please, don't do anything that'll hurt the girl, please." He begged his son.

"I'll never do a thing like that." He assured his father.

"Okay. I believe you and you have my support." Elder David said and that word meant so much
to his son.

"Thank you, dad." He said, drew close and hugged his father.

"You're always welcome, son." He said, patting his back and they held each other in the warm
embrace.

"So, is she the one you want to travel with in the bizjet, tomorrow?" He asked his son and he
answered in the affirmative. "Is Apostle aware you're traveling with her?" He asked.

"Yeah.. He is, I discussed that with him and he's cool with it." He replied.
 "Oh, that's good, that's good. I'll call the jet Fixed base Operator, right away, to get everything
ready for tomorrow." Elder David told his son who smiled, broadly, happy to have his father's
support.

"Thank you, so much, dad." He said with a broad smile, seeing his father dialling the number of
the private jet Fixed Base Operator, already.

When David got back to his room, he called Nnamdi to inform him that his father has agreed to
release his bizjet and it will be made ready for the trip to Owerri, tomorrow.

"Please, I'll like to come pick her up from the house, myself with the driver." David told Nnamdi
and he just smiled.

"It's okay, son. I will inform her." Nnamdi replied, smiling and Mma was sitting right beside him
as he was talked with David on the phone...

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Nnamdi dropped the call and Mma who was not oblivious of the person her father spoke with
on the phone, continue with the story she was telling her father before the call came and he
listened and even laughed to her story until when she came to the end of her story and he
commented on the story, thus;

"Wow! It's funny. So, what later to the boy?" He asked laughing.

"Of course, the girl's father came and arrested him." She replied her father.

"Hmm.. I like that. Seems like what I can do for my baby girl, if any boy messes with her." He
told her and she smiled broadly.

"Yeah, I will arrest any boy that tries to mess with you. You know I'll do that for you, right?" He
asked her and she nodded, beaming with a proud smile.

"Thank you, dad." She told her father, all smiles.

"You're always welcome, my darling." Nnamdi replied then continued. "So, what did you and
David conclude about the journey to Owerri, tomorrow?" He asked her.

"David and I?" She asked, wondering where that question was coming from. "No, nothing. I
mean, he asked to tag along with me to Owerri but I referred him to you and that was all." She
told her father.

"So, why did you refer him to me?" He asked her, smiling.

"Because you said, he's your son. And your son was asking to tag along with me; so, I referred
him to you." She replied, opening her eyes for her father who laughed at the way she was rolling
her eyes.

"And dad, I've been meaning to ask. What does he feel so confident in himself?" She asked. "I
mean, he just opens his mouth and says whatever comes to his mind." She added.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe you should try finding out from him but is anything wrong with
having self confidence?" Nnamdi replied.

"Well, not really but we're not friends. And first, he asked to hug me in your presence with no
iota of fear for your person and even asked for my contact phone number. And secondly, he
asked to tag along with me on a trip Owerri. I mean, isn't that too much to ask?" She asked her
father.

"Maybe it's because his intentions are pure, and so, there's nothing to hide. He actually called
me and offered to go with you on the trip to Owerri in his father's business jet and I think he's
just trying to get to know you and your brothers more closely and be friends with you. So, would
you like to go with him in the private jet or with the commercial flight?" He asked his daughter
who was wowed at the offer.

"And why would I choose a commercial flight over a private jet?" She asked her father in
response, thrilled with the idea. "Of course, I'll go for the private jet." She added, feeling really
excited about it.

"Okay. He said, he'd be here tomorrow to pick you up with the driver at 11am. So, make
yourself ready before then." He told her and she was really happy...

That same day, David Junior wanted to call Mma but he was careful not to be seen as pestering
and he kept suppressing his desire to hear her voice until around 6pm when he couldn't hold it
anymore and he put a call across to her.

She was arranging her clothes in her box after selecting the dress she would wear to Owerri
when the call came and immediately she saw the digits, she knew it was David, though she had
not saved his contact number on her phone.

She smiled and picked up the phone and said. "Hi.."

"Hi.. Uh.. Hope I am not bugging you with my calls?" He asked, cautiously.

"Oh.. What if I say, you are. Are you gonna to stop calling me, huh?" She asked him, beaming.

"I don't wanna ever imagine it." He replied, smiling.

"Don't mind me, okay?

I was just joking." She told him.

"Oh, thank God. I actually wanted to hear your voice but was worried you might see me as a
pester with my calls." He told her.

"Well, you're not a pester but I don't like your boldness. I mean, how do you always have the
boldness to ask or talk to my father about anything?

Aren't you scared that my father is strict and could chide you?" She asked him.
 "But he's also my father, so, why should I be scared of my father?" He replied her.

"Oh, I get it, now." She replied, remembering that her father also calls him, his son.

"Yeah.. Hope you don't mind that we share the same father?" He asked, joking and she smiled.

"No, I don't. He's got many children in faith and adopted children, also and my siblings and I
are already used to it." She replied.

"This tells me you have a kind heart and I love it." He complimented her

"Thank you." She replied. "So, dad said, you and I would travel to Owerri, tomorrow. How were
you able to convince dad, to allow you follow me to Owerri?" She asked him.

"The Bible says, 'Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be
opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks
it will be opened..." He quoted Matthew 7:7-8 while she laughed...

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"You aren't dodging this question by reciting the scripture, are you?" She asked.

"No, I am not. I simply asked my father for permission to travel to Owerri with my sister and he
granted my request. That's simply the fulfilment of the scripture I recited." He told her and
hearing him refer to her as his sister made her to feel more relaxed with him.

"I feel you've cast a spell on my dad to have rotten his permission. At first, I couldn't believe he
granted such a request from you but he did and it shows how much he trusts you. I just hope
you don't betray his trust someday." She told him casually and that last statement struck him, he
kept it to heart, quietly without saying anything.

There was a brief silence from his end and she wondered why he wasn't talking or perhaps he
had hung up the phone but when she removed the phone from her ear to check whether it, she
saw that he was still connected.

"Are you still there?" She asked, to be sure he wasn't there before hanging up.

"Yeah.. I'm here." He replied to her surprise.

"Oh, I was just about hanging up. So, why were you not saying anything?" She asked him.

"I was just thinking about what you said." He replied, calmly.

"Did I say something you don't like?" She asked, ready to apologise for whatever it was she said.

"No, not at all." He replied. "You didn't, rather I just heard God speaking to me through your
words, that I mustn't disappoint him." He said and she wondered who he was referring to.

"Who's that?" She asked.

"Your dad." He replied. "He believed in me when even my own father didn't believe I could
stand on my own and he's been there for me whenever I am overwhelmed and needed someone
to talk to. I owe him alot and wouldn't wanna do anything that'll hurt him. That's why I calls him,
my father." He explained and she just smiled.

"God will help you, okay?" She assured him and the way she said the 'okay?' melted his heart.

"Amen. Hmm..I love the way you just reassured me." He told her, grinning and she just smiled
to herself. There was a brief silence as both of them were just smiling to themselves for close
to sixty seconds.

"You're such an amazing person, you know that, right?" He told her and she smiled even more
broadly.

"I honestly can't wait to go on this journey with you, tomorrow so I can get to know more
about you." He added.

"Same here." The words went out of Mma's mouth, unconsciously before she realized it.

"Thanks for letting me go with you." He appreciated her and she nodded her head.

"You should thank my dad. If he hadn't agreed, there's nothing I could have done about it." She
told him.

"Yeah, I owe him for that but you also agreed to it, didn't you?" He asked.

"No, I didn't." She replied, beaming with smiles.

"Okay! So, may I humbly request to come with my princess on a pleasure trip to Owerri?" He
asked and she started laughing.

"Uh.. I'll think about it and get back to you by this time next week. So, call me back next
week.." She told him and he started begging at the other end.

"Oh, no, no... Please, don't do that to me, please. I'm gonna fall ill, if I don't go with you,
tomorrow." He begged her, with all seriousness.

"C'mon, I was joking.." She said, laughing on hearing the way he was begging. "I was joking."
She added.

"Oh, thank goodness." He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "I almost had a panic attack." He
told her, breathing down.

"So sorry, I didn't mean to..." She was talking when she heard a knock on her door, followed by
a voice.

"Mma mma!" It was aunty Blessing's voice, calling and she answered. "Come down to the
dinning, food is ready." She told her from outside.

"Okay. Thank you, aunty B." She replied, hurried then returned back to the phone.
 "Hey, I have to go. My presence is needed downstairs." She told him. "Bye." She added very
fast as they exchanged goodbyes...

I actually thought they would go to Owerri today o 🙄

I know you won't believe me but it is what it is 😂

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 67,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

David Junior sat there on the bed, smiling to himself after Mma had ended the call,
fascinated by the feeling of love. Falling on his back to the bed, he breathed down heavily,
looking up to the space and said a prayer.

"Dear God, I've never felt like this for anyone before, I truly love her. Please, make my dream
come true.." He prayed, silently then turn and cuddled his pillow...

"Mom, were you able to get my bouquet?" Mma asked her mother at the dinning and she
shouted because she didn't remember to send someone to the stores, to buy a flower bouquet
for her as she promised when she was leaving the house that morning.

"Oh, my God!" Chizaram shouted and Mma stared at her in disappointment. "Sweetheart, I
forgot but don't worry, I will send aunty Blessing to get it for you, tomorrow morning before you
leave, ok?" She assured her and she nodded, though sadly.

It's the bouquet she planned to give her brother on arrival during the surprised visit to Owerri and
she silently hoped that they'd get it for her in the morning otherwise, she'd not go on the journey,
empty handed. Nnamdi who was not aware of the bouquet just looked from Chizaram who kept
assuring her unhappy daughter that she would get her the bouquet, to the sad Mma who was
trying hard to look cheerful in response to her mother's expression of regret.

The following morning, immediately after the devotion she reminded her mother of the bouquet
and she gave aunty Blessing the money right in her presence to prepare and go to any of the
bouquet shops and Mma was happy.

Aunty Blessing left the house at some minutes past 8am, though it was still too early but her
leaving the house that early gave Mma a little confidence that she'd get the flower but
unfortunately, she (Blessing) came back to the house at 10am without the bouquet.

However, Chizaram quickly made a few calls to some people to know where she can get
bouquet and they recommended some malls to which she sent aunty Blessing to in the
company of Dan, to go and buy. Mma was in her room getting prepared, so, she wasn't aware
that aunty Blessing did not find the bouquet.

Dan drove Blessing to the first mall recommended and luckily for them, they got it there. They
arrived home about thirty five minutes later, just when David Junior and his family driver were
driving into the house and Chizaram was the happiest person when she saw that they got the
bouquet, because she knew it would ruin the girl's day had she not gotten it.
 "Thank you Jesus." She exclaimed on seeing them, relieved. "This thing would have caused
me serious problem this morning. Thank you very much, my dear." She told Blessing as she
collected the bouquet from her.

"Good morning, mom." David Junior greeted from behind and turning to see who was greeting,
she saw him and smiled.

"My darling, you're welcome." Chizaram replied his greeting, spreading her arms to him for a
side hug and he went and hugged her.

"You're welcome." She told him with a pat on his back.

"Thank you, mom." He replied. "How's dad?" He asked.

"He's busy upstairs." Chizaram replied him.

"Oh.. I called his phone before coming but I guess right, he's probably praying cuz it wasn't
reachable." He told Chizaram who confirmed that he was praying.

"Yes, he's praying." She confirmed. "Please, sit and make yourself comfortable." She offered
him a seat and instructed Blessing to serve him a cup of coffee then excused herself to present
the bouquet to Mma and to also inform her that David is around.

She knocked and Mma opened the door for her. On seeing the bouquet in her mother's hand, her
face lightened up with excitement and she jumped on her mother, thankfully.

"Thank you, mom." She said with excitement while her mother nodded with smiles while
observing her fashion sense.

"You look stunning, my baby." She complimented her with a proud smile.

"Thank you, mom." She replied, beaming shyly and looking herself over.

"Be fast. David is here, already. He's waiting downstairs." She told Mma, proud of the beautiful
woman she has grown into.

Ten minutes later, she came out of the room looking stunning and went downstairs to meet
David who was waiting downstairs and Chizaram was there, engaging him in a conversation.
When David sighted Mma coming, he was wowed and didn't know when the word escaped his
lips and he said.

"Wow." He blurted, unconsciously, forgetting he was with Chizaram...

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"Hi, good morning, sir." Mma greeted Junior who was nodding and answering at the same
time.

"Good morning, beauty. You look stunning." He praised her beauty, having his eyes fixed on her
and she smiled.

"I'll say, thank you." She replied wearing a heart-warming smile. Chizaram pretended she like
she didn't see the way the young man was adoring Mma with his eyes.

"Mom, where's dad?" Mma asked her mother.

 "Your father is upstairs, he's praying." Chizaram replied her.

"Oh, no!" She shouted in dispiritedness. "But he's aware I am traveling." She added.

"Yes, and he dropped a message for you upstairs." Her mother replied. "Let's go up, so I can
show you." She continued and Mma felt better.

Mother and daughter excused themselves and went upstairs, leaving David downstairs as he
waited for her return, patiently.

Meanwhile, Chizaram only took the girl upstairs to talk to her, privately not to throw caution to
the wind as she's going out there, reminding her of whom she is and few moments later, she
came downstairs and David who stood up the moment he saw her climbing down the stairs.

He met her almost halfway and reached out his hand to her, offering to hold her hand and lead
her down, so she doesn't trip and fall.

"Thank you." She said with, giving him her hand.

"You're so beautiful." He complimented her again and she blushed.

"David.." They both heard Chizaram's voice from behind them and he turned to answer.
"Please, you two should be very careful out there." They cautioned them and he promised to live
up to expectation.

"Alright, let us pray." She called them to come close, held hands with them and prayed then
sent them on their way.

The driver was waiting in the car, outside all the while David went inside and as they were
coming out, David was just holding unto Mma's hand as they walked towards the car. She
wondered within her, why he is holding her hand as if she's still a baby but she did felt good
about.

He led her to the car, opened the car door for her and helped her climb up, into the Toyota Land
Cruiser Prado then closed the door before going over to the other side to open the door and
entered the car.

The driver started the car, drove back a little to reverse the car before driving out of the gate and
breathing down with a proud smile as the two of them sat quietly at the back of the car, David
turned and looked her direction, still smiling and suddenly, she became too shy to look up at him.

"Are you, okay?" He asked, taking her hand into his, gently and she felt shivers all over her body
because what he just did was new to her, especially because it was coming from an outsider.

She had been given such special treatments severally by her father and even brothers, especial
Junior but had never experienced it from an outsider and as much as she's trying hard to view
David as her adopted brother, it wasn't feeling like it and it was weird for her sitting with him and
having her hand wrapped up in his soft hands.

She courteously withdrew her hands from his and adjusted herself to created a little space
between them and when he saw what she did, seeing that she wasn't comfortable, he
apologized for taking her hands into his.

"Uh.. I'm sorry about that, okay?" He apologized then adjusted himself to create a space and
she nodded her head in response. "So, what's the plan for this surprise visit?" He asked, smiling
and she breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a warm smile.

"Nothing much, I just wanna surprise him in his school, give him the bouquet and hug him to
let him know how much I love him." She replied and he was speechless, hearing that this is the
only thing taking her to Owerri, just to show her brother how much she love him.

"Wow.." Was the only thing he could say and for the next few seconds, he could imagine if he
was already in a relationship with such a girl who could go the extra mile just to show her
brother love, how faultlessly she would love him, too.

He sat down there, imagining himself traveling by flight too, from the US, to the UK to pay her
surprise visits and to give her flowers and the two of them being so crazily in love with each
other that they can't do without seeing each other.

He was imagining her visiting him in the U.S by surprise, too, just to see him and let him know
how much she love and care about him, just the same way she was going to do for her brother
in Owerri.

He was deeply lost in his world of fantasy when she noticed that he was quiet and lost in some
deep thoughts and after looking at him for a while, she asked.

"Is everything, okay?" She asked but he was very far in his imaginary world and enjoying the
fantasy, he didn't hear her. "David." She called and tapped him on the hand then he bolted back
to reality and looked straight into her eyes.

His eyes were filled with so much affection as a result of the lovey-dovey imageries of himself
and Mma from the imaginary world where he was coming from and his head played a trick on
him, he first found himself saying, "I love you" in his head and not in reality but suddenly his
mouth opened and he said... 🙄
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EPISODE 69,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

"I love you..." He blurted out before realizing it. She frowned and gave him a questioning stare.
"Uh.. No, I mean, I love how you show love to your brother." He corrected the impression very
fast and her face lightened up, as she felt that she was probably the one who misinterpreted
him.

"I'm sure, he's gonna be very happy to see you." He told her and she smiled, nodding in the
affirmative. "My sisters and I never had this kinda bond, you know.. I was born about seven
years after my immediate elder sister and they treated me like the baby of the house for just a
few years, but they've all moved out of the house." He told her, smiling.

"They'all married?" She asked him and he nodded in the affirmative.

 "Yeah.. They are. I'm the only one left." He said, laughing and she laughed too. He went on to
share some memories he had of his sisters, throwing them into fit of laughter.

Thankfully, there was no traffic on the way and in no time, they arrived the airport, and because
it they were traveling on a private jet, they didn't have to go through the hassles and crowds of
commercial air travels.

The ability to avoid crowded airports, set their own schedules, and travel discreetly makes
private jets an attractive option for those who can afford the significant costs associated with
private air travel and that was what David Junior meant when he suggested they travel with the
bizjet.

Mma was happy with the way everything was going because, when they arrived the airport, the
management company had already organised the rest of the cabin crew, filed the preliminary
flight plan and have the aircraft filed and ready to fly. They just walked in with David holding
Mma's hand, helping her one step at a time as they climbed up to enter the plane.

Since the pilot and all the cabin crew were already in the plane before them, immediately they
settled in, the flight attendant closed the airbus door and in less than fifteen minutes, the pre-
flight take off announcement was made thus;

"We ask that you, please, fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath
your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in
the upright position for take-off.." The flight captain announced and David and Mma fastened
their seatbelts.

The announcement was repeated again after some minutes and soon the plane took off
meanwhile, David had been feeding Mma with interesting stories as they sat side by side and
she was just beaming and beaming with smiles, her cheeks were beginning to hurt from too
much grins and laugh.

"...You should be a clown, you know. " She told him, grinning as the female flight attendants
came to serve them food.

"Nah.. I can only be a clown to my wife and kids. My dream is to have a happy family; a
beautiful wife and two beautiful two children, a boy and a girl." He told her and she just smiled
and looked the other way, quietly.

"What kind of man would you like to marry?" He asked her and she turned and smiled.

"I dunno." She replied, shying away.

"I don't believe that but it's fine if you don't want me to know." He said but she didn't want to
talk about it and he didn't push further again.

Within that short period from their house, to the airport and from their conversations, he had
observed her and found out that she's a taciturn person who likes to keep secrets, and can be
shy, too but he believed that with time, as they get to know more about each other, she'd loosen
up to him.

"C'mon, let's eat." He showed her to the food served.

The flight attendants had served them grilled chicken and fish with sandwiches and fruits
alongside water and juice in a tray. They ate while he engaged her in jolly conversations until the
plane landed in Owerri...

At the Potter's University, Nnaemeka was in the lecture hall like every other students and it was
a general course, so the hall was full and a bit noisy, too.

Pastor Theophilus had called that morning, to know how many lectures he had that day and
what time the lectures would hold, hinting that he had something to show him but he didn't
mention what it was and so, he had no idea.

He contacted and worked with Nnaemeka's room mate discreetly, to monitor his movement and
that day, after the lecture, Nnaemeka was just walking out of the hall like every other person
when someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned. It was the general class
representative.

"Look, who's standing over there." The class rep pointed his attention to the person and
looking towards that direction, care-freely, his facial expression suddenly changed in a shock.

It was Mma, beaming with smiles and holding a bouquet in her hand. His heart melted as he just
stood at a spot, staring at Mma, overwhelmed with the surprise and not knowing what to do
with her.

She walked up to him and they both hugged each other, tightly. You could mistake them for
young lovers and of course, cameras began to roll and calls began to fly around...

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EPISODE 70,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

Oma was in her hostel when someone called and told her to check her WhatsApp for an
important information. She quickly logged into her WhatsApp account and there she saw not
only the message sent by the caller but videos from two of her old friends and one of them
wrote under the video;

"I told you your guy has a girl friend but you didn't believe me. Now, see who came to see him
with flowers. Watch the video to see their love up moment at the arena today." It reads and she
rushed to watch the video, knowing it was Nnaemeka they were referring to.

Nnaemeka being an introvert and uncommunicative doesn't discuss anything about his family
with people and had never told a single soul in school or among his crew members that he's a
triplet.

He doesn't talk about his family, even his crew members only got to know that the renown
Apostle Nnamdi was his father from social media, not from Nnaemeka. Oma didn't know
anything about his siblings and so, she believed that the girl in the video was his girlfriend
because of the bouquet in her hand and the long passionate hug.

The pain went straight into her heart, sharply and in split of seconds, tears were already dripping
down her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

Though she came to join Nnaemeka's worship crew because she was crushing on him and was
hoping she could work herself into his life for a relationship but when he gave her the
impression that believers doesn't date or do relationship like unbelievers, it changed her motive
for joining the crew and she began to open her heart genuinely to grow spiritually and was also
doing her best to make Nnaemeka proud of her spiritual and moral growth.

Although, she was still very much in love with him, she was no longer pushing herself on him for
a relationship; she was learning how to just be around him and allow him love her right back,
naturally but seeing the videos and believing that he already has a girlfriend shattered her world.

She cried bitterly like someone who was jilted by her lover but since Nnaemeka and herself were
not dating, she couldn't confront him nor express her displeasure.

Those her school friends whom she had already disconnected from ever since she started
going close to Nnaemeka and learning a lot of things about the effect of wrong association, all
came to check on her, to know how she's doing but their intents were to see how heart-broken
she would be, so they can laugh at her. They were consoling her with their lips but they were
also laughing at her in their hearts.

"...I'm sorry, girl. Chai.. So, after all you did to win his heart, he still left you for someone else."
They were poking her with words to make her feel more emotional and cry and she kept crying
profusely in response while they console her and she thought they were being caring.

"Look, girl, you have to stop crying. I understand how it feels, loving someone and leaving
everything and everyone else that mattered to you, thinking the person will love and appreciate
you but the person ended up not reciprocating your love.

You just have to move on with your life and if possible, stop joining his music crew because all
the church guys does the worst things behind the scene than you can imagine.." One of her
friends told her but Oma cut in.

"No, Nnaks is not that kind of person. He's not a hypocrite and besides, the crew has been of
immense help to me. I don't think I'd want to stop." Oma told her, tearfully.

"You always defend him, even when he hurts you. Can't you see he doesn't deserve you?" They
shouted at her.

"You people are misunderstanding it, you're not getting it. Nnaks and I were not dating. He
never asked me out, I was the one who was trying to get his attention, to date me but he didn't
want it. So, it's not his fault.

I'm only hurt because I loved him and was hoping that he'd naturally grow fond of me as time
goes on. I never knew that he had a girlfriend." She explained, crying.

"Well, now that you know, at least you know your place. Why not give Andre a chance? He's
still very much interested in you and he's rich." Another one suggested.

"No, I can't. I don't love Andre." She told them and they went on going back and forth with her
in the conversation, trying to get more information which they'd use to mock and gossip her
when they leaves.

When the videos and pictures of Nnamdi's children starting flying everywhere on social media
with different captions and stories, some claimed that Nnaemeka his son was in a relationship
and his girlfriend had come to visit him in the school with flowers.

Others were criticizing and condemning the long passionate hug between him and his assumed
girlfriend while others who knew that they were siblings refuted the assumptions and claims.
Nnaemeka and Junior had social media handles but Mma wasn't on any social media platforms
except WhatsApp.

In less than three hours, social media diggers association had dug out many pictures of Nnamdi
with his wife and children to prove that Nnaemeka and Mma were siblings and not lovers and
people started searching for Mma on all the social media platforms but couldn't find her on any.

The only one who was popular on the internet was Nnaks, they couldn't find Mma but found
Nnamdi Junior's social media handles and in less than six hours, Junior who had been low key
on social media with less than two thousand followers had over one hundred followers.

Meanwhile Nnaemeka accompanied Mma and David to the airport when they were going back
to Enugu and David Junior was holding Mma's hand as they walked into the airport unknown to
them that some people took pictures of them. Another question came up on social media,
showing David Junior as he held hand with Mma and the question is;

"If she's not Nnak's girlfriend, who is this guy holding her hand?" A young man tweeted on
Instagram with Mma and David junior's picture and Josh saw it online...

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 71,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

Josh saw Mma, Nnaemeka and the unknown guy holding Mma's hand trending online and he
quickly sat up in bed from the lying position as he was just about taking a nap, even the sleep
disappeared from his eyes, instantly. The question on his mind too was,

"Who is this guy and why's he holding her hand like that?" He asked in his heart with a pang of
jealousy and straight away, he started dialling Mma's number but she didn't pick the call
because they were relaxing at the VIP airport lounge and David was engaging her and
Nnaemeka with fun talks as they got to know more about themselves.

They found David quite fun to be with and very friendly, too. He seems humble and didn't
mention anything about his father's wealth throughout their conversation; their conversations
were basically about themselves as he got them to talk about their course of studies, their likes
and dislikes, their salvation experiences and he shared a few personal experiences in His walk
with God that impressed them.

They loved the fact that he loved God and they flowed along with the moment as he seemed to
be so interested in being friends with them.

Though, Mma and Nnaemeka were two reserved people, he was very able to influence them to
talk and laugh to a reasonable extent and they loved it, in fact they were enjoying the company
so much that they had no idea that their pictures and videos were trending on the internet.

It was about an hour later that Nnaemeka checked his phone and saw his mother's missed
calls and two missed calls from his manager, too. He called returned his mother's call, first and
the first thing she asked him was, "where's your sister?"

"She's here." He replied.

"I'v been calling her and she's not taking her calls. Is David also there?" She asked, sounding a
bit worried.

"Yeah, he's here too. We're together." Nnaemeka told his mother.

"Please, tell them to start coming back, now. Your pictures are all over the internet. Tell them
to start coming back, now." Chizaram gave a strict order and while Nnaemeka was still trying to
understand what she meant by, your pictures are all over the internet, she added. "In fact, give
your sister the phone." She told him and he handed the phone over to Mma.

She collected the phone but before she could even say a word, Chizaram repeated the same
thing she had told Nnaemeka then instructed her to get up and start coming back right away.
Mma couldn't say anything, hearing how firm her mother was sounding at the other end and she
just handed the phone over to her brother, getting up.

"We need to start going." She announced, looking from Nnaemeka to David who was lost,
staring at her in a questioning manner.

"Oh, get it now.." Nnaemeka who logged into the internet immediately after Mma handed him
his phone saw what their mother was talking about and he laughed as he showed them what
the bloggers were saying with their pictures.

The one he saw first said, Mma is his girlfriend and he found it funny.

When David also saw it, he started laughing too but Mma was scared that her parent might be
angry with her, since she's the reason why their pictures were making waves on social media.
She didn't find it funny like the young men where doing and she felt like just flying home, already
as she checked her phone and saw several missed calls from Josh and her mother.

"Please, let's get going." She told them, pleadingly, still standing.

David saw that she wasn't comfortable anymore and got up, followed by Nnaemeka and they
hugged each other, promised to keep in touch with each other as they walked out of the lounge
and about twenty minutes later, they were airborne.

While in the plane, David kept looking at her face. There was an unusual silence in the
atmosphere and she looked really frightened and lost in thoughts then he asked.

"You look so terrified. Is it about the videos and pictures on the internet?" He asked her, calmly.

"I'm scared." She told him, sounding like a little baby girl and he almost smiled at how innocent
she looked while saying that but quickly held his breath and began to calm her fears....

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 72,(unedited).

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"You don't have to be scared, you did nothing wrong and besides, he's your brother." He told
her. "You did absolutely nothing wrong, it's just some bloggers tryna make money off this
beautiful event that are misinterpreting thing and mom and dad would not blame you for that.."
He spoke kindly to calm her fear and she felt a little better but it was almost a very quiet flight
back home as she didn't feel like saying anything until they landed.

In less than forty minutes, they were in Enugu and immediately they entered the house, Mma
entered the house, expecting an outburst of emotions from her parent, especially her mother but
she was wrong, her mother rushed out to meet her and looked her over to be sure that she's fine.

"Are you, okay?" She asked while David Junior stood aside, watching and Mma nodded in the
affirmative. "Are you sure, you're okay?" She asked again, turning to David also.

"David, I hope nobody harassed you two?" She asked him also, as though she was looking for
a confirmation that nobody touched them and he answered her.

"Of course not. We're good." David replied and just then his phone rang. It was his mother but
he ignored it in order to finish with Chizaram, first.

"Uh.. Mom, we're very sorry about what the bloggers are saying online. I mean, that's really
sad. We could sue them, you know.." He was talking to Chizaram who cut in, laughing and took
her seat on the couch.

"C'mon.. There's no need for that. I would have sued them only if they had harassed you, two."
She told David, laughing, relieved that Mma was fine.

While David and Chizaram were talking, Mma went up to her room and shortly after, David
announced he was leaving as his mother kept calling. She saw him off to the door then went up
to meet her daughter, upstairs.

"I'm sorry about what happened, mom. I didn't know it's gonna turn out this way." Mma told
her mother the moment she came upstairs.

"No, I am not angry with you. I was only concerned about your welfare because I was calling
your phone to know and be sure that you're safe but you weren't taking your calls and I was
worried. Your father and I have always been on these bloggers' news as they are always eager
to find faults, misinterpret and twist everything that concerns us and the ministry.
And we do not want you and your brothers to be dragged into any of these internet attacks and
that's why you have to be careful what you do out there, because people are watching and
waiting for any tiny opportunity to twist the truth and deceive the world with their lies and to
make money off the lie.

The surprise appearance was supposed to be at pastor T's house or office, it shouldn't have
been done in the school premises where many people are gathered because it will be
misinterpreted as usual and if you must know, Nnaemeka has been living his life on a low key in
the school to avoid drawing attention to himself but now that this has happened, more attention
would be on him, both good and bad." Chizaram explained.

"I'm sorry, mom. It was never intended. I'll never pull a publicity stunt ever again." Mma
apologized again.

"It's okay, my darling. I know and thank God you're fine, that's the most important thing for me,
right now.. Come here.." Chizaram said, pulling her into a warm embrace.

"Is Dad angry with me?" She asked her mother.

"Oh, not at all. He's not even home." Chizaram replied her, assuredly. "So, tell me, how was the
experience?" She asked her daughter, smiling and taking a nearby sit, with her ears open to get
the full gist and Mma smiled.

"It was fun, mom." She told her mother, beaming with smiles then went on to share with her in
full detail how the surprise took place and how herself and David hung out with Nnaemeka
afterwards at the airport lounge and the hearty conversations they had.

"Hmm..." Chizaram breathed down, smiling then said. "You and David seems to be getting
along so fast. You like him?" She asked Mma who was taken aback by the question as she
wasn't expecting that question and the shock could be seen in the sudden change of her
countenance...

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"Mom!" She shouted, trying to maintain a serious face but she didn't even know when she
started laughing, seeing the way her mother was beaming at her suspiciously.

"Tell me the truth.." Chizaram pressed further, grinning at her in a mischievous manner.

"Mom, can you stop?" She said, laughing and covering. "No, I don't like him." She added, feeling
embarrassed that her mother was asking.

"Are you sure?" She asked her, still smiling and looking at her in a suspicious way.

"Yes, mom, I am serious." She replied her mother, trying to keep a serious face so that her
mother will know that she's serious.

"Hum..." Chizaram made a sound, shaking her head, smiling and looking intently into her eyes
without saying anything and she felt even more embarrassed.

"Oh, mom.. I said, I don't like him. He just want us to be friends and that's all." She told her
mother.
 "Eh.. Did I say you are not friends?

Besides, how can you befriends with someone you don't like, does it mean you hate your
friend?" Chizaram interrogated her, logically.

"No, that's not what I meant." She argued. "I mean, I like him as a friend and nothing more."
She explained.

"I see.. You like him." Chizaram said, smiling, mischievously. "So, tell me what and what you
like about him." She requested to know and just then, Mma's phone rang and she saw how her
countenance changed before busying the call.

"Who's that?" Chizaram asked, having observed her countenance.

"It's Josh." She replied.

"Any problem?" She asked Mma. "You don't seem happy, seeing his call." She added.

"Mom, Josh is so bothersome." She complained.

"What does that mean?" She asked.

"I mean, he's annoying." She replied her mother and whished they could just avoid the
discussion.

"Okay. So, what did he do this time around?" Chizaram asked, curiously.

"Josh wants me to be his girlfriend but he seems not to understand me. I mean, he feels I
don't love him and so, he always try to pressurize me with wanting to stay away from me or
wanting to be with another girl whenever I don't meet up with his demands and I find it really
narcissistic." She told her mother in all honesty and even Chizaram was surprised at her level of
reasoning.

"I love him, mom, but I want to take my time. I have not heard God nor seen any visions
concerning him and I don't know how to explain it but I am always scared about saying yes, to
him. He said, he want to stay away from me and I want to stay away from him, too." She added,
looking determined before he phone rang again and it was David Junior, calling.

She stole a look at her mother and their eyes met then she also busied the call and quickly
looked away to avoid her questioning eyes.

"Is it still Josh?" Chizaram asked, suspecting the last call must be from David.

"It's David." She replied, avoiding her mother's eyes...

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"Well, I'll just leave you to take your call and after that, freshen up and meet me in the room,
let's talk. Is that, okay?" Chizaram told her and she nodded in the affirmative then she stood up
and left.

The phone rang again the second time and Mma took the call, it was still David calling.
 "Hi." She said, calmly.

"Yeah.. Hi." He said at the other end. "I just got home and I thought to call you, to know what's
up. Hope mom is not mad at you?" He asked her.

"No, she's not." She replied with a smile.

"Did she scold you?" He asked again, calm and caringly.

"Nope." She replied. "Thanks for your concern." She added, beaming.

"You know what?" He said then continued almost immediately. "You looked so innocent, you
were just sitting quietly like a little baby girl whose momma is gonna spank and I was just
staring at your beautiful innocent face, all through." He told her, teasingly and she laughed.

"You're making jest of me, now?" She asked, laughing. "I never knew you were looking at me, I
should have looked the other way and hide my face." She added.

"Oh, no!" He replied, laughing. "I'm just tryna let you know how virtuous, harmless and fragile
you were looking; I mean, I admire your pure innocence and I almost wanted to carry you up like
a little baby so you don't crack." She was just giggling while he was talking.

"And when I followed you into the house, i was just standing behind you, watching to make
sure that mom doesn't lay a finger on you." He added and her mind did a quick flash back, she
recalled that he was solidly standing behind her that day as they entered the house but she
didn't know why.

"I see.. So, what if mom had laid a finger on me, what would you have done?" She asked him,
smiling.

"No, I would not have her do that because I was right there to protect you." He replied.

"How were you gonna protect me?" She asked, finding the conversation very interesting.

"I planned to jump inbetween you two and shield you, so she could spank my back instead of
spanking you. You know, i felt you're too fragile and no one should dare spank you cuz i can't
watch you crack.." He was talking and her ears were just tingling, her shoulders growing taller
and her face, beaming with endless smiles.

They talked for close to an hour on the phone as he made her laugh and forgot everything else.
It was Nnaemeka's call which kept popping in while they were talking on the phone that made
her to excuse herself from the call with David in order to speak with Nnaemeka who was calling
to know whether she arrived home, safely and to thank her for the surprise visit, too.

It was after she finished speaking with Nnaemeka that she realized she really stayed long with
David on the phone and she quickly went and freshened up, so she could go and see her mother.
The mother-daughter talk was fun as Chizaram kept using both jokes and teasing words to get
her to say her mind concerning both Josh and David.

The first question she asked her was, "What five things do you love about Josh?" Chizaram
asked and surprisingly, even Mma was shocked that she had to rack her brain for some minutes,
trying hard to remember or point out even two things.

"Uh... I don't know, mom." She said after about two minutes of racking her brain. "I mean, I just
love him because he's my childhood crush." She added, feeling disappointed even in herself.

"Okay. I understand he's your childhood crush but you see.. Love goes beyond just crushing on
someone. It's okay to crush on someone or love someone but what will keep the love going and
growing stronger are those qualities you admires most in that person which others do not have
and which makes you want to be with the person forever, no matter what happens.

Feelings dies but there are some qualities in a person you love that each time you remembers
those qualities, you're just so proud of the person and you count yourself so lucky or blessed to
have this person in your life.

And if Josh has been your crush from childhood, it means you've known him for the longest and
you should be able to say at least, five things you love about his character as a person."
Chizaram told her, trying to break the question down for better understanding and Mma sat
there, trying to number and place them in her head before saying them out...

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"Mom, Josh is smart, he's intelligent and he loves me." Mma replied and her mother's face
dimpled with a sad smile.

"He loves you?" She asked and Mma nodded in the affirmative, smiling. "How did you know he
loves you?" She added.

"Because he told me he loves me and he's been waiting for me, for years to yes to him and not
minding my refusal to say 'yes' over the years, he's still standing by and waiting for me. I think
he's really tried. He calls me on the phone and always try to check on me." Mma told her mother
who just sat down there, looking at her and smiling as she talked like the little girl she is.

"Hmm... Ok. So, what are the things you don't like about him?" Chizaram asked her, trying to
keep the conversation lively. "Here's groundnut. Do you care for some?" She said then moved
the glass plate containing nut close to Mma and she collected some from the plate.

"Thank you, mom." She said, throwing some nuts into her mouth.

"You're always welcome." Chizaram replied. "So, I'm still listening." She told Mma who
breathed down heavily before pointing out the things she doesn't like about him and surprisingly,
it was easier for her to mention the things she doesn't like about him, without thinking twice.

"Mom, I feel Josh has NPD." Mma told her mother, looking a bit worried.

"What's that?" Chizaram asked, not knowing what she meant by, NPD.

"I mean, narcissistic personality disorder." She replied her mother, calling the name in full but
Chizaram still wanted to know more about it and how it relates to Josh.

"Okay... I don't think i know much about that but can you explain it to me and how it relates to
Josh?" She told Mma.

"Uh...I'm not really sure about this yet but I have noticed some of the strong traits in him. But i
don't know, maybe, I am just overthinking things and I am really scared." She complained.

"It's okay. I understand how it feels, not being sure what or how you feel about someones
seemingly character traits and it's fine, I mean, that's why I am here for you. We can look at it
together critically and analyse it then come to a proper solution or decision, okay?" Chizaram
said and she nodded in the affirmative.

"So, tell me more about it." She urged her and she breathed in deeply and breathed out before
talking.

"Uh.. NPD involves a pattern of self-centered, arrogant thinking and behavior, a lack of
empathy and consideration for other people, and an excessive need for admiration or
acceptance.

Because people who has this disorder consider themselves special, they expect favorable
treatment as their due; I mean, a sense of entitlement. They truly believe that whatever they
want, they should get. They also expect the people around them to automatically comply with
their every wish and whim and that is their only way of being valued.

If you don’t anticipate and meet their every need, then you’re useless to them. And if you have
the nerve to defy their will or ask them to do something for you in return, they resort to
aggression, outrage, or the cold shoulder. I may not have seen Josh being aggressive in the real
sense towards me but he has always exhibited this cold shoulder and every other traits
whenever i don't get to do what he wants me to do.

Narcissists are usually threatened by people who don’t kowtow to them or who challenge them
in any way. Their defense mechanism is contempt. The only way they try to neutralize the threat
and prop up their own sagging ego is to put those people down. They may do it in a patronizing
or dismissive way as if to demonstrate how little the other person means to them. Or they may
go on the attack with insults, name-calling, bullying and threats to force the other person back
into line. They can be really rude.

They feels threatened whenever they encounter someone who appears to have something they
lack—especially those who are confident and popular.

Josh gave me cold shoulders the other day and even threatened to stay away from me because
i could not do what he wanted me to do but just because he saw the picture of me and David on
the social media, he's been calling and texting, accusing me of dating David and that, that's why
I have been playing him and don't wanna accept him but that's not true...
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"He said that to you?" The surprised Chizaram asked.

"Yes, he did. He always try to guilt strike me." Mma replied her mother.

"That rude. Why would he say that to you?" Chizaram asked, feeling disappointed that such a
word could come from Josh.

"Mom, do you know that Josh hides a lot of things from his mom and dad and he also want
me to start doing the same?" Mma continued to Chizaram's utmost shock.

It was unlike Mma but she was just pouring out everything that she has been bottling up in her
mind about Josh which she's been finding difficult to open up to even her father about because
she love Josh and didn't put him in a bad light before her father. But there she was, opening up
without struggle about all the things she has been observing from her conversations with Josh.

"Really?" The surprised Chizaram asked and Mma nodded in the affirmative, telling her mother
how many times he had tried to her to take certain decisions on her, without involving her parent,
stating that he doesn't tell his parent everything he does.

Josh didn't understand Mma's phlegmatic nature, she mistook her calm and peaceful nature for
timidity, and always thought he could get her to do whatever he wanted, unknown to him that
the young girl has been learning him by observation.

She's extremely patient, cool, and tries to avoid conflicts but at the same time, she was taking
note of Josh's reactions and the kind of things he says whenever they talk or chat on the phone
and she didn't need to be with him physically to know the kind of person he is, she already know
him and that's why she's afraid, despite her love for him.

"You know all these about him and you still love him?" Chizaram asked her daughter.

"I love him, mom.. But then I am really scared and I really want God to speak to me but He's
not saying anything about Josh." She replied, looking worried.

"It's okay, my darling. We're going to pray about it together and God is going to speak to you
about him." Chizaram told her.

"Mom, are you sure God is going to say something?" She asked her mother, searching her
eyes as if to find answers there.

"Of course God will speak to you about him" Chizaram assured her and she smiled broadly
like someone who has just found a solution to a very big problem.

"Oh, my God!" She said, excitedly. "When are we starting the prayers?" She asked her mother,
looking so relieved.

"Of course, any moment from now, are going to pray but let's finish up with our discussion,
first." Chizaram told her, smiling. "You haven't answered my question about David." She added
and Mma rolled her eyes at her.

"What question are you talking about, mom?" She asked, wondering why her mother is so
interested in hearing something about David but didn't show as much interest in Josh, knowing
how she loves Josh.

"Oh, you've forgotten so soon?" Chizaram asked, laughing. "You know you're very good at
observing things and there's something I really want to find about David; so, I want to hear from
you.

Now, tell me, from your own observation on this little trip with him to Owerri, what can you say
about David?" Chizaram asked her.

"Oh, that!" Mma blurted out with a warm smile on her face. "David is very fun to be with and
he's caring, too. But what I love most about him is his guts, I mean, he's bold!" Mma exclaimed,
and you could see that truly, that aspect thrilled her.

"Uh.. He loves God, too and he's really crazy about the things of His kingdom. And uh.. from
the few things I have heard him talk about, I think he must be a very hardworking person and
he's humble.

I mean, he's rich but he doesn't show it in his attitude and well.. I don't know, maybe he's
pretending but i think he's real." She said in conclusion.

"What makes you think he's real?" Chizaram asked her and she threw a quick look at her
mother then looked away...

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"Will God want to use someone who's a pretender?" She asked her mother in response.

"What do you mean by that?" Chizaram asked, trying to understand the connection between
the question she asked and what she just said.

"I mean he's going to be a preacher of the gospel." Mma told her mother with a shrug, casually.

"Really?" She asked, finding the revelation interesting.

"He told you that?" She added, inquisitively and Mma shook her head in the negative.

"No." Mma replied. "I saw it. God said, he's going to be a preacher of the gospel." She added,
casually.

"Oh, God told you that about him?" Asked Chizaram and she nodded.

"Wow! That's amazing. Did you tell him about it?" She asked.

"No, I didn't. Why?" She asked her mother.

"Nothing, just asking." Chizaram replied, almost immediately, laughing.

"Can we pray, now?" She asked her mother as a matter of great importance to her.

"Yeah, we would pray but I need to explain something to you. You see, you don't go to God,
seeking His opinion about something or someone when already your heart is made up. God
searches the heart, and if He sees that you have already made up your mind, he's not going to
say anything to you on the matter. So, check your heart and be sure it's totally open to God.
Secondly, you must understand that God speaks in diverse ways and not just through visions,
through the hearing of the ears in audible or still small voices or through dreams.

Sometimes He speaks in any of the aforementioned ways but at other times, He might uses the
scriptures to speak to you. He can use obvious danger signs that you can see with your two
eyes to also speak to you such a person's toxic or serious character deficiencies. He can use
your feelings to speak to you.

I'm saying these things because you said, you want God to speak to you concerning Josh but
He's not saying anything about him.

I have to break this things down for you, so you don't mistake things and keep saying, 'God is
not saying anything', whereas God is already saying something to you on the matter through a
means you're not conversant with and you may never hear what He is saying because you have
already fixed your heart that God must speak to you through that means you're conversant with.

But God doesn't operate that way and we don't get to choose for Him the methods through
which He should speak to us. He is God and He chooses the 'how', the 'where', and the 'when' to
speak to us.

Our duty it to be sensitive to recognize His voice and to know what He is saying through any of
the various mean that He speaks.

Again, let me say this and please, you have to open your heart in order to learn this and stop
depending on the only one means which you're familiar with. God speaks through visuals, verbal
and sensory.

In visuals, He uses pictures and images to communicate to us in the form of visions, dream or
trances or pictures that flashes through our eyes or minds; It can be someone's picture or a
even scripture .

When it's verbal, God speaks to us with words in a conversational manner. This is not usually an
audible voice, it is usually a still small voice that sounds very much like our own thoughts.

And when it's sensory, God speaks to us through the human senses. These feelings may feel
like you just know something about someone or something and you are not at peace in your
heart about that person, or it may be a strong impression about a person or about something
going on somewhere with someone you know.

It can even be something like a physical sensation such as a warm or tingling hands when God
wants you to pray for someone who needs healing or a divine touch.

And also, the feeling of the absence of peace in your heart and the ascendancy of fear in your
heart over a decision or something you're doing or you're about doing could mean that God is
saying, "I am not involved in what you're doing or about doing." Chizaram explained to her in
details, for better understanding while she listened, thoughtfully...

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"Mom, are you saying God can speak through my feelings?" She asked her mother.
 "Yes, He can." Chizaram replied.

"So, how can you explain this feeling of me loving Josh yet being afraid of going into a
relationship him." She asked her mother.

"Are you ready for a relationship, now?" Her mother asked her, looking into her eyes and she
looked away, feeling embarrassed.

"But I am now, eighteen!" She told her mother. "Dad said I am not permitted to date until i am
eighteen, and I told Josh I won't be ready for relationships until I am eighteen and now, I am
eighteen." She replied her mother.

"That's not the question, my darling. The question is, are you ready for a relationship, now?"
She asked her again and she smiled, shyly before answering the question.

"Yes, mom." She replied, feeling shy and Chizaram just smiled, halfheartedly, staring at her.

"Mom!" She shouted, feeling embarrassed. "You're making me feel shy." She said, covering her
face.

"So, when do you intend getting married to this person, if you start dating, now?" Chizaram
asked her.

"I don't know." She replied and Chizaram just shook her head.

"Can you give me three reasons why you want to start dating, now at eighteen?" Chizaram
asked her.

"Because I love Josh and I promised him, I will be ready at eighteen. My mates are all dating
and I want to have a boyfriend, too." She replied her mother.

"But do you know, you're a special child, a princess, that's who you are and princesses doesn't
do things because every other girl out there are doing it. You're different. You're a child of God.
You're an example of a good girl whom other girls out there are modeling after.

Have you even prayed and ask God, to know whether He want you to start dating at eighteen
and who you should date?

I thought we taught you and your brothers, to always pray and seek to know the will of God over
any matter before you embark on any important decisions, how come you have already made up
your mind that you are ready to date at eighteen and it must be Josh?

Where is the place of God in these your decisions?" Chizaram asked her.

"Mom, I've been praying." Mma cuts in. "But God is not saying anything." She added.

"Unfortunately, God has been saying something to you but you're too clouded by emotions,
that you're find it difficult hearing him." Chizaram replied her.

"How?" She asked.

"Let's go back to the question you asked. "Why do you love Josh and you really want to date
him but you're constantly afraid of going into a relationship with him. Why?" Chizaram asked her.

"I don't know, mom." She replied, looking confused.

"Name five things you fears most about him." Chizaram requested.

"I fear he's gonna hurt me and cheat on me and lie to me. And he's gonna live a godless life
and he won't care about my feelings. I'm just scared." She replied.

"Good! Now, let me answer your question. 1 John 4:18 says, 'There is no fear in love. But
perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not
made perfect in love." Chizaram quoted the bible for her.

"There are two things that can explains your fears, from this passage. One could mean that
God is not involved in that thing you called, love or in the decision you're about taking, to date
him; and so, the absence of God is the presence of the fear you're having.

The bible says, For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom
from bondage. Fear is a bondage, it's not of God and it doesn't reside where the spirit of God is.
So, your fear could mean that God is not involved or in support of you going into a relationship
with Josh.

Secondly, You're afraid because you have seen danger signs in him. And the bible says, fear has
to do with punishment. And this mean, you're afraid because God has opened your eyes to see
some warning signs about Josh, signaling you not to proceed with your plan of dating him, no
matter how much you love him.

Now, this is where the punishment comes in. If you proceed as against the warning signs God
has opened your eyes to see in him and with this contact fear in your heart which is the sign of
God's absence, it's going to lead you into sin and you will suffer in the relationship or marriage
but that's if he will even marry you..." Chizaram was still talking and the young girl cringed in fear.

"Mom, you're scaring me." She told her mother, almost crying.

"I'm sorry, my darling. But that's what I am seeing. God's perfect love cast out fear and gives us
confidence. If God is involved, you wouldn't be having this contant fear.

This is God speaking to you, already and He's also opening your eyes to see and know the kind
of person Josh is.. My baby, I don't suffer." Chizaram was still talking when she cut in, tearfully.

"Can't God save Josh?" She asked, crying.

 "Yes, He can but that's if Josh is willing to change. I will personally make out time and call him
to book an appointment with him and I will speak with him, to see whether he will be willing to
allow God work on him.

But for now, I want you to just move on with your life and focus on your studies until when you're
very sure that God wants you to go into a relationship. Never you make or proceed with any
decision in life when God is obviously showing you that He's not involved.

I know you love Josh but right now, you'll have to choose between your love for Josh and your
love and obedience to the will of God..." Her mother was stil talking and Mma bursted out crying,
loud and ran away, to her room...

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 79,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

Nnamdi had arrived home and was already at the door, at the same time Mma was running
out of their room, away from her mother. She opened the door and ran past her father, crying to
her room and the confused Nnamdi stopped and turned, watching until when she entered her
room then he entered inside to find out from his wife what the problem was.

"What's going on?" He asked, immediately he entered inside and saw his wife. "I saw Mma,
running into her room, crying?" He added.

"Hmm..." Chizaram breathed down heavily, standing up to her feet. "Welcome." She greeted her
husband, giving him a side hug but he didn't even hear the greeting as the only thing he was
waiting to hear was, to know the reasons why Mma was crying.

"Your daughter said, you told her that when she clocks age eighteen, she's free to date. And
now that she's eighteen, she said, she's ready to date Josh." Chizaram reported while Nnamdi
listened patiently as she recounted her conversation with Mma to him.

"That's why she's crying?" He asked after Chizaram had narrated what happened and he just
heaved a sigh of relief, removing his clothes then changed into a light clothe and left the the
room...

At Owerri, Oma had switched off her phone in order to stop seeing the videos and pictures of
Nnaemeka and Mma on the social medias. She was also in-between two opinions, whether to
go for the musical rehearsal with the crew or to just stay back and give Nnaemeka a very long
space.

Her friends had already told to stop going for the musical rehearsals since the Nnaemeka she
was hoping to win over for herself has proven not to be interested in her but after thinking it
over and over again, she realized that, that crew worship experience has become a part of her
daily life.

And not just that, it was through the fellowship of praying, studying and worshipping together
with the crew that she encountered genuinely and started loving God for real.

She didn't want to go back to her past life and she's very sure that if she stopped fellowshipping
with the crew, it's going to affect her walk with God and she may backslid, considering the fact
that she's still a baby christian whose faith had not yet been deeply rooted.

After weighing the options, she decided to keep going for rehearsals with the crew. However,
she made up her mind that she would not be going close to Nnaemeka again but will only
maintain her path which is to focus on building her spiritual life for as long as she'd remain a
member of the crew. She even miss

She got up from the bed where she's been lying down all day, crying and nursing her pains. She
looked herself in the mirror and she looked miserable in her own eyes then she bursted out
crying and for the next five minutes, she was on the floor letting out the tears that were flowing
effortlessly from her eyes.

"Oh, God, please, help my heart. I'm broken." She cried.

Meanwhile, the crew Word and Worship fellowship before the music rehearsals had already
started and she was supposed to take the opening prayers but she was not there yet.

Someone else took up the opening prayers and worship then they settled down to study the
bible together but Nnaemeka felt he needed to clear the air concerning the news making waves
about him on the internet before they start, because he was feeling cold-eyed stares from some
people in the house, especially the ladies.

"Uh.. Please, before we go into the Word, I'd like clear the air concerning what happened today
in the school that's flying everywhere on the internet. I feel i owe you all an explanation, as a
family to avoid creating a misleading impression on my person and on this ministry.

Uh... She's not my girlfriend. She's my blood sister. Already, our social media manager is going
to put up a disclaimer on all our platforms tonight and I want to really apologize if this has
inconvenienced or embarrassed you in any way. I'm really, sorry. I don't have any girl friend." He
apologized and everywhere just lightened up with smiles and laughter at the way he said he
doesn't have any girlfriend, especially from the ladies in the house.

By the time Oma arrived, they were already studying the Word and she sat down at the back to
avoid eye contact with Nnaemeka.

She had her head covered with a flowing scarf which helped in covering her swollen face from
being noticed but from the moment Nnaemeka saw her from where he was sitting, he knew that
she was not alright even though she avoided looking towards his direction..

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 80,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

At a point, Oma considered her coming to the fellowship a very big mistake because seeing
and hearing Nnaemeka talk during the bible study made her want to cry the more and she had to
excuse herself to somewhere very lonely to pour out the tears, waited and dried her tears
properly before going back into the study room.

She managed to stay till the end of the bible study, though she was lost throughout the study
and could not concentrate one bit to hear anything that was being discussed but immediately
after the study, as they were praying, she quietly sneaked out and left before anyone would
notice her exit as she didn't want to stay for the music rehearsals anymore.

After the prayers, they didn't see Oma and the first person who noticed it was Nnaemeka but he
pretended not to have noticed that she's gone until others started asking each other questions
about her, thus;
"Where's Oma?" "Has Oma gone?" "Is she, okay?"

He didn't say anything, even when some people went outside to look for her and came back to
report that they didn't see her and everybody were busying trying to reach Oma on phone. He
went over to the guitarist and started doing a duet with him on the keyboard until when those
people gave up trying to reach Oma and joined them for the rehearsal, proper.

After the two hours rehearsals, they closed with prayers and two ladies were appointed to go
over to Oma's place and find out if all was well with her because her lines were not reachable. It
was when Nnaemeka got to his room that evening that he started calling her number, trying to
reach her and know what's going on with her but her lines were still switched off.

He tried her numbers again and again after the space of an hour and two but the lines were still
switched off then he went and dropped some messages for her on WhatsApp, hoping that when
she eventually switched on her phone, she will see his messages and reply him.

When he was done dropping the messages for her, he thought he would have peace and just go
to bed but he couldn't as her thoughts kept flashing through his mind and had to stay up, dialing
her number and checking whether she have seen his messages on WhatsApp but the messages
had not ticked 'delivered' or 'seen' by her.

He had to call someone, requesting for the phone numbers of any of those girls appointed after
the rehearsals to go and check on Oma, in order to find out from them if all was well with Oma.

"She's not feeling well." Aria,one the girls he called told him.

"Oh, that's serious." He blurted out. "Her lines have not been going through. Has she been to
the clinic?" He asked.

"No. We wanted to take her to the clinic but she refused." Replied Aria and this became even
more disturbing to him.

"That's not nice. She ought see a doctor." He said, unconsciously. "Uh.. I know it's late already
but can you do me a favour?" He asked, checking the time.

"Okay?" Replied Aria.

"Could you, please, lead me to her dormitory. I don't know the place." He requested.

"I wish I could but it's late already and our dorm gates closed. The security won't let me out of
the dormitory at this time of the night." Aria told him, courteously.

"Oh, okay! It's fine. I perfectly understand but could you please, send me her dorm address and
the direction to the place?" He requested.

"Okay. I'll do that right away." She told him and he jumped down from the bed, changed from
his night wear into a jean trouser, polo and jacket, very fast.
Aria's text message entered his phone just when he was done dressing and his picked up his
phone and walked out without telling any of his roommates where he was going to.

At the gate, he explained to the security that his sister was sick and needed to be taken to the
clinic but the security refused to allow him and he stood there, talking to the security men for
close to fifty minutes before they finally allowed him to step out

It was a lonely night, though there was light everywhere but almost everybody had retired into
their dorms, just a few young men hanging around the school environment and he walked past
them, fearlessly until he got to a particular spot on the road that leads to the female dormitory.

Everywhere suddenly became very cold and he felt cold shivers all over his body, followed by a
grip of fear then a strange breeze blew and there was a power outage....

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 81,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

He quickly put his hand in his pocket to bring out his phone and use the phone torch to see
but immediately he brought out the phone from his pocket, it fell off his hand and he couldn't
catch it.

It fell to the ground and everywhere was dark, sadly, the phone didn't even blink or beam any
light for him to see where it fell and that state of disappointment, it felt like he heard some
voices, laughing him to scorn. But he disregarded it, thinking that he was probably hallucinating
because of the strange darkness around him.

He bent down and began to search for the phone, using his hands to feel the ground in search
of his phone and some two minutes into the search, something stung and he shouted in horror,
supporting the affected hand with the other hand, in pain.

While this was going on, he felt a presence around him in that darkness, he wasn't seeing
anybody but he could feel a dark presence and he was afraid but managed to start praying in
tongues in spite of the fear and the pains, then he heard a voice, saying.

"He is Zaza's son and I will so frustrate him in this life until he stops serving The Most High."
He heard the voice threatening and he could tell that it was referring him.

"I do not know who Zaza is and I am not Zaza's son. I am a child of God, a joint-heir with
Jesus Christ and I will never stop serving God..." Nnaemeka retorted, remembering from the
book his mother wrote about her experience in the underworld that her name was Zaza.

"Eish! He's hearing us..." He heard a voice fading out while he was praying in tongues and
declaring that he cannot be frustrated in life.

"I cannot be frustrated in life, because I have the life of God in me and God cannot be
frustrated. You lied." He was declaring and praying out very loud, as if his life depended on it but
the poison of the scorpion bite was spreading into his body and he was feeling the pain but had
no idea that it was scorpion. In fact, he had no idea what scorpion looked like in reality.

He wanted to continue with the search for his phone but the pain became very severe and
unbearable for him, he didn't know when the pain went straight to his chest and wailed.

"Arrh! Jesus.." He whimpered, abandoning the search for his phone and turned back. He had
managed to move himself some distance away to the place where the street light was shinning
and sat down on a block, massaging his hand when power was restored but he was in so much
pain, he couldn't even move.

He was there whimpering in pain, unable to move because the poison seemed like it was
paralysing his legs then he started crying, it was his loud mournful cry that drew the attention of
the school security patrol.

They rushed to him and upon asking to know what happened to him, they found out it was a
scorpion bite and from all indication, it had spread into his body because it was not properly
managed by him at the initial stage, so, they carried him to the clinic so antivenoms can be
administered to him, to neutralize the scorpion venom...

Chizaram felt somehow restless in her spirit but she couldn't place her hands on what the
reason is; she felt maybe it's because of Mma but it wasn't because she and her husband had
already discussed her matter and they agreed that Nnamdi should take up the follow up on her,
by guiding her more closely on how to pray, and know the will of God concerning her decision
while they also prayed for her, privately.

Since she couldn't place her hand on why she was feeling heavy in her spirit, she decided to just
stay up and pray but before then, the thought of Nnaemeka kept coming to her mind but she
kept waving it aside because she spoke with him that evening and he was fine.

From 10pm till 3am, she was up and praying only in tongues, goaning in the spirit until she had
enough peace and went to bed.

Meanwhile, Nnamdi also joined Mma in her room around 12am that night, to pray with her
because he had given her one condition and that condition is that, she's free to start dating Josh
at the age of eighteen only if she have heard from God and have enough convincing and
confirmable signs or word from God to prove that Josh is God's will for her in marriage...

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THE ACTS OF GOD'S CAPTIVES (interquel of the captive's diary.

EPISODE 82,(unedited).

© Precious Chinwe Obialor-Ukazim.

"...Open your bible to, Psalms 32:8." Nnamdi and Mma were studying the bible together, where
he taught her more about the importance of letting God lead her in the making the choice of
whom to marry and also, the need of submitting her will to the will of God, so He can lead her in
making the right decision in marriage.

They were about to pray and he told her to open her bible so they can take one more bible
passage, that will form their prayer points. Mma opened to the said Psalm and read, thus;

"I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine
eye." She read.

"Thank you." He told her then continued. "So, now we're going to pray and i want you to take
the prayer points very serious. I will say them and you will repeat after me, are you ready?" He
asked her and she answered in the positive.

"Pray with me, say, 'Oh Lord, I thank you for all your plans for my life. Thank you because I
know they are of good and not of evil, to give me an expected end and I pray that you give me
the grace to allow those your plans for my life to succeed in Jesus name.

Lord, I thank you for all your plans for my marriage. I thank you because, it is your will for me to
enjoy a godly relationship and a marriage without regrets. Therefore, Lord, I ray that my own will,
will not hinder this your beautiful plan for my marriage in Jesus name.
Lord, I thank you for the partner you have chosen for me from the beginning of creation, it's only
you that know him and have chosen him for because you know he is good for me. Thank you
because I will not miss him in Jesus name.

Lord Jesus, I invite you today into my marital life, and I surrender my will on this matter to you,
please, let me not be ashamed.

I truly love Josh and it's my heart desire to date but him but if it's not your will for me, take him
away from my heart in Jesus name..." Nnamdi's knew she would not like that last part, so he
closed his eyes very well and just as expected, Mma reacted to the prayer point by opening her
eyes to look at her father before repeating it after him.

She repeated it after him, half-heartedly because she didn't like the part that says, God should
take Josh away from her heart but her father worsened the matter by repeating that same
prayer again in a more serious manner, thus.

"Oh, Lord, if Josh is not your will for me, no matter how much I love him, take away the love
from my heart. Take away the thought of him from my heart and take my love away from his
heart also.. Let him stop calling me.." Nnamdi was praying it out for her to repeat after him but
Mma refused to repeat, she opened her eyes and stared at her father in dissatisfaction and
when he didn't hear her voice, repeating the prayers, he opened his eyes.

"Why are you not repeating the prayers?" He asked her.

"That's so harsh, dad." She blurted out, tearfully.

"After I spoke to you about submitting to the will and allowing God to lead you on the choice of
whom to marry, I can see your mind is already made up on dating Josh.

I left my bed and came here to your room, to join you in praying for your marriage, so that you
will not make the mistake of choosing the wrong person and you are here misbehaving, telling
me, the prayer is harsh because you already have your mind made up. You know what?

Suit yourself. Go ahead and do that thing that is in your mind. You can go ahead and date him
and even fornicate with him since that's what is in your mind but don't ever talk to me again."
Nnamdi said, standing up to his feet, obviously upset and started walking away.

"No, dad.. I'll not do that." She said, standing up to follow after him. "Dad, please, I will pray!"
She said, pleadingly as she ran after him.

"Don't you dare touch me." Nnamdi rebuked her, sternly when she tried hold him and she was
terrified at the sharp rebuke as this was the first time ever since she was born, her father would
raise his voice at her in such a terrifying manner.

Fear didn't allow her go closer to him again, she followed him at a distance, crying and pleading
with him but he ignored her pleas and cries, walked away and entered his room but she would
not go back to her room and fear would not let her follow him inside, to their bedroom, seeing he
was angry.

"Dad, I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." She stayed out there crying for about five minutes before
remembering her mother, that she can get through her, to her father and she ran back to her
room to get her phone.

She dialled her mother's number and it rang the first time but she did take the call then she
called again and thankfully, she answered the called.

"Mom.. Mom, please, come outside." She cried on the phone and Chizaram who was wearing a
sleepy eyes, quickly opened her eyes wide and jumped down from the bed.

"Mma mma... Where are you?"She asked, looking towards Nnamdi who was lying down on the
bed with his eyes closed.

"I'm at the door. Mom, please, come. I want to see you." Mma replied, pleading and Chizaram
took a quick look at her husband again before rushing out to meet her daughter, she thought
Nnamdi was asleep but he wasn't and he was hearing her conversation with Mma.

Chizaram opened the door and told Mma to come inside but she was too afraid to step inside,
knowing her father was very angry with her.

"No, mom." She refused to enter. "Dad is very mad at me. I want you to beg him for me." She
cried.

"What happened, what did you do?" Chizaram asked her and she tearfully explained what
happened.

Her mother condemned her action after hearing what happened but also promised to talk to him
on her behalf. So, she told her to go to bed, that she would plead on her behalf by morning
because he's already sleeping but Mma would not go, she wanted her mother to do that, right
away.

"Mom, please, I won't be able to sleep unless he forgives me. He's not sleeping yet, he just left
my room few minutes ago; could you talk to him, now, please?" She requested, looking very red
in the face because of too much cry.

"It's okay, come, let's go inside." She held Mma's hand for them to go inside but she resisted,
fearfully.

"No, mom.. He doesn't want to see me." She told her mother, her tears rolling down her
cheeks, effortlessly.

"Don't say that, he's your father. He might be angry but he wouldn't do that. Come, let's inside."
Chizaram convinced her to follow her and she did.
However, when Nnamdi opened his eyes and saw Mma entering inside their bedroom with her
mother, he got up and angrily sent her back.

"What's she doing here? Get out!" He shouted at her.

"It's your daughter." Chizaram told him, trying to make light of the situation but he wouldn't
here it.

"I don't father a child who have made up her mind to become wayward." He replied her then
turn to the trembling Mma and ordered her out, to Chizaram's dismay.

"I said, get out of this room." He ordered her out and she ran out, crying...

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