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MUSTARD IV – Ch. 7 | KT OLLA

WITH Joshua not being able to keep a woman, everything seemed to have reached the limit.

Then there came the weight over his whole being.

No not the roof pulled over his, or the weight of his brother’s children on him.

Well, those were heavy weight enough, but then there was this.

He came down with body pain every now and then.

This was the story of Bamiji Morrow before he met the Lord Jesus.

He visited clinic every time, treating body ache and pain...

Yesterday, it was a fever – something the Western world call malaria. Then today it felt different, so they treated fatigue.

Over the night, it was something else. Something... anything that brought real pain.

Headache, backache... just everything.

And this was Morrow before future... before Tomorrow.

So now, the man sought help from magic healers those years.

He was a church goer, yes; but then like several folks of his time, he asked aid from sorcerers.

He hadn’t known Christ nor felt His power before.

So, anyone who claimed he could see past natural, the school principal often tried to meet.

Only, he wouldn’t go for Christ’s ministers.

So Banji spent quite a fortune on soothsayers. He kept magic books and recited spelled words.

He was made to sleep in jungles to find sleep at home. Everything was quite a joke of his predicament.

The elite teacher followed those odd practices and still didn’t find rest.

He grew exhausted.

Then, one day a few townspeople went to him, along with some of his relatives.

Then they talked nonsense – as their talk felt quite like the time of Bepo and co.

So, they talked with the elite man about his retirement, and made no sense at all.

‘You will retire soon, Principal sir. And you know, you’re somebody of note here.

‘I mean, we know what you have achieved! Talk about everything you have built... you know what I’m saying!

‘All right... let me put it clearly: when you retire, your status too will retire?

‘You’re one of our rich and famous, so we can boast that you are!

‘But what happens when you retire and the money... well?

‘What if you die broke? Aren’t you worried?’

Those folks thought to trap Morrow with more that day, more of fetish that had got him this stuck.

They threw at him the temptation to trade a life for wealth, or sell his own soul for it.

It was pagan practice in those places, and Banji feared enough to trash the talk.

That was the man’s saving grace. For that road was clearly one of no-return.

Heaven was touched at this man who feared, at least. He saw someone who hated wrong.

So that time, God Most High bowed to look. Then He went down to Ede, Nigeria.

For a wind blew the gospel there—

Nineteen Eighty-Four.

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