Raindrops bounced off the ground. The spokes of the wheel blurred, each stranded together all at once. The sound of loose mud beneath the tires created a noise akin to metallic music. The speed brought the cold rain into my face; my eyelids flickered till I decided to shut them. My green polo gave up on keeping my body dry a while ago.Not caring if the water soaks through to chill my skin. I was lost in thought, thinking about what will happen when I get to Aunt Uka's house. Will she welcome me with open arms? Or will she be gravely mad at me? That is what most women would do, you can't blame her. She brought me to Lagos to help my life and how did I pay her back? I broke her husband's head with a wine bottle. What happened to Uncle Philip? What about the girl he was having sexual intercourse with? How did she escape? Did Aunt Uka meet her naked and tied to her master bed? I tried picturing her reaction but failed. One thing is certain though, she is a no-nonsense woman.

An overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and inner peace overtook me as I stared out of the giant church window pondering how I got here; from hungry looking to fine-looking, from poor to rich, from troubled to a prophet and from a sinner to a Man of the Cloth.The image of that first day I arrived here confused and scared came rushing through me. I gently ran my fingers up to the smooth material of my black suit to my neck belt and felt the rubber just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It is really hard to believe I'm now a pastor.Five years under the mentor of Pastor Vivian, I grew up to be a pain under the tooth of the Devil. No demon, evil spirit is too big or too powerful. Different manners of testimonies stroll to church every Sunday and so did big envelop of tithes and offerings. The Lord has since used me for mind-blowing miracles, inspiring messages and special deliverance. Christ through me has brought people back from the land of the dead. He blessed me beyond

Aunt Uka fell heavily on the same couch I had sex with Philomena for the first time and began sobbing softly, regret and anguish present in her voice."I said that because when her problem had not started, I got an eyeful of all the signs and blow it off as nothing"."You blow what off?" her husband challenged."One night, I slept off in Nono's room while comforting her. I'm a heavy sleeper but I tend to wake up several times and fall straight back to sleep after finding a better position. That night at about 1 am I woke up, slowly opened my eyes to see a little girl standing beside the bed.She should be around eight or nine, I'm not sure. She was on a white nightgown. Her black long hair was packed together behind with a pink ribbon. She had pink socks to knee level with white stripes. She was staring straight into my eyes like a child would to a parent. There was sadness in her eyes, a hunger for love and attention.I remember thinking that I wa