Who ever saw us that night would have thought that we would not twitch even at the sight of the devil himself. Saturdays at FEDIBU came with so much freedom, no classes and no prep. After diner we all formed groups, some discussing, some playing and others washing. This was a very difficult day to bring everyone together for night devotion unlike other days when we were restricted to classes and preps.
There were however few of us who despite the pleasures that came with Saturdays still insisted that we gather on Saturday night like other days to have our night devotion before going to bed. Carried away by our gist and plays, after dining on this very Saturday, Kamsi one of the few devoted students in dorm B, who was often mockingly referred to as “holy holy” announced “leave the hostel for prayers”. It was as though she was speaking to the bunks, each one of us engrossed in the things we were doing. She kept on calling on us and shouting, it was dark outside and we heard someone shout “Snr Chinedu is coming”. This was one phrase that sent us up on our heels, and brought our senses back to what was expected of us. The fear of Snr Chinedu our hostel prefect we usually said is the beginning of wisdom.
At the sound of this we all walked nimbly most of us leaving our slippers behind. We all ran outside and suddenly there was this odor of sanctity ,it was as though as soon as we took on the first praise to start our devotion, the holy spirit descended on us and one would wonder if we were the ones several minutes ago ignoring the call for prayers.
Just like one thing leads to the other, praise led to worship, and worship to testimonies. We were all engulfed in the spirituality of the atmosphere and there was a call for all prayer warriors to step up to the platform. These were people we made mockery of on normal days ,but this day was in no way normal to us, and as they walked up to the platform there was not even a slight whisper of “S.U” OR “holy, holy” as we usually mocked them. The person who had summoned them began the Pentecostal routine “ as I was praying I had a vision”. Surprisingly there were still no jeers, and she continued. “In this vision I saw myself on one of the trees in the main field, I was struggling to get down but I was surrounded by so many people with very scary faces trying to get hold of me.”
This vision of hers swept fear in the minds of so many of us and behind me one of the stubborn girls in my hostel stood and I heard someone shout
“Jesus Christ” it was as though my sense of hearing was failing me, but I was sure that this sound was from her. I was shocked because she was one of those who do not step their feet into the chapel in a full term, she hardly paid attention to Godly things. As if this surprise was not enough she raised her voice from the crowd ”let us all go and pray in the field” now the thought of this sent shrills down our spines, it was going to be a very fearful journey to embark upon, because the field was very far from our hostel and it was already few minutes to mid night. But with the odor of sanctity of this day no one tried to object and we all matched to the field, some of us bare feet. When we arrived at the field we saw the trees on the field still the way they used to be, no scary faces and no Uchenna , but we still did not turn back, we have been made to believe that all these things are beyond the eyes of the physical.
We however began to scream aloud in prayers, determined to release Uchenna from which ever tree she was been held hostage “spiritually”. All the prayers I was ever thought were released from my mouth that day, and at a time I was running short of things to say and I began to sing, tired of singing I summoned courage and opened my eyes. It was the last day of the month, and then there was always full moon at the end of the month and the beginning of it, so with the light from the moon I was able to see the faces of my hostel mates. It was a scenario I wished I could capture, and invoke later for some of the faces I saw on this night’s special devotion were hardly seen during other devotions, they were obviously on another realm, hands clasped together, eyes tightly closed with their mouths moving with so much passion.
We woke up very late Sunday morning, exhausted from last night’s experience.