Pastor Frederick Alozie Ph.D was a man in his late forties, heavily built and in possession of an aura of cheerfulness, almost on a twenty-four hour basis. When he wasn’t lecturing at the Rivers State University of Science and Technology, he devoted most of his time to the work of God as a Parish Pastor, at the Redeemed Christian Church of God, Abraham’s Villa Parish.In the thirteen years of being a member and ‘worker’ at the Redeemed Christian Church of God, he’d never heard of anything concerning mermaids drinking blood or partying on the Atlantic Ocean. Sitting in his office that fateful Saturday morning, he watched Deaconess Esther Amadi narrate everything she had seen in her vision, with the prayer band leader seated beside her.When she was through, he knew the ‘battle’ in the spiritual realm was drawn, as far as he and all the ‘workers’ in the Parish were concerned.He wasn’t a man who loved to beat about the bush; rather he was one who believed in taking the bull by the horns

It was quarter past eight in the morning as I stood in the ‘normal bathroom’ brushing my teeth and preparing for the mock deliverance. I didn’t have a single idea of how it was going to be, though I wanted to hurry up and be done with it.“A very quiet place…body must be stable and motionless…” I was recalling what the half-naked lady had told me while reducing the air conditioner, before sitting cross-legged on the large bed. I was lucky that my neighbours had already gone to work before I started my ‘activity.’I didn’t even want to have anything to do with them because I felt everyone should keep to himself and herself, while God kept everybody. I checked the wall clock one more time before I started, and it showed forty minutes past eight.I got prepared, became motionless and for reasons only I myself could understand, focused my gaze on the portrait which showed the goddess arm in arm with her ‘twin sister’ in an orchard, posing for a painter. They were dressed in eighteenth cen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN“I’m fed up with all these…my dear. I’m not going to that church again until this whole thing is over.” Chief Walter Amadi was surprised as he watched his wife pace the room looking frightened.“You heard your Pastor, everything is going to be fine, don’t scare yourself to death, it’s all a matter of time.”He soon gave her a bear hug which seemed to last forever, while her heartbeat soon returned to its normal rate, and thoughts of her vision and meeting with the goddess seemed distant from her mind that particular moment.It was the first meeting in October, as every initiate’s invisible double in the orb seemed to be rattled by the rage of the goddess of perfection. My invisible double believed he was the only ‘exception,’ due to the hatred I felt for her.My desire for revenge at that moment seemed to boil like volcanic larva with every passing second. Thirty minutes into the meeting, she let out a piercing scream, as her body exploded. Her body soon came back toge

Senator Balarabe Shittu, who represented the Central Senatorial district in Jigawa State, was the definition of a rich, powerful and highly influential Nigerian politician and individual. Having joined Marine Brothers Society nineteen years ago, his wealth and power had risen to an unbelievable level. This led many people including his enemies to give him the nickname ‘Salaudeen’.He was fifty-five years of age, dark in complexion, handsome and jovial with a smooth Hausa accent. Senator Shittu stood at five feet ten and was always clad in expensive caftans, which were strictly imported from Pakistan, Qatar, Senegal and Dubai. He had three estates in the Nation’s capital – Abuja, Kano and Ogun State. Each estate comprised of five blocks of thirty flats and a two-bedroom flat, which was separate for his personal use.Money was never his problem, as he sometimes ordered branch managers of commercial banks to his palatial mansion in Abuja in bullion vans, whenever he felt like it. Having

December 1 2012I’d known from time immemorial that an idle mind was always the devil’s workshop. On this fateful evening, I wouldn’t describe what I‘m going to narrate next as due to idleness, but rather satisfying my curiousity. I remembered my dear mother dying slowly and painfully, after she’d been (‘wrongfully’) delivered by her late husband. I’d witnessed ‘proper’ deliverances carried out and their resultant effects which were usually immediate, if such a victim wasn’t a strong Christian.But today I was going to see what happened to an initiate whose ‘time was up.’ My invisible double arrived at the Senator’s palatial residence at seven in the morning, while he was awake, healthy and with his two lawyers cross-checking something that resembled his will. My invisible double almost laughed, because the document was going to be useless after his immediate family experienced what I and Boma just experienced.My invisible double walked out through the wall, with the intention of com