At first,we thought Dammy was under the influence of the anointing as she waved the microphone in spontaneity-one associated with the electrical charge of the Holy Spirit’s indwelling.I was carried away too.
Some religious folks gawked at her.’God catch am today.na so God go dey leak their secret one by one.’
She kept screaming like one of the disciples at the upper room on pentecost. We were all still dazed.Why is it now that she is about to lead the church in worship that the Holy Ghost descended like a rushing mighty wind on her?
Questions and murmurings filled the church hall and dammy was still displayng great theatrics.It seem the microphone has now taking a hold of her,perhaps that is how the Holy Ghost has chosen to come on her.
May be it is karma,she is reaping d seeds she sowed and God is just exposing her. Even Dammy in her sub-conscious have started confessing every known and unknown things she calls sins.
‘Lord please forgive me,I only took one meat extra and told my sister I took one.It will never happen again,I promise,Lord’
She was as confused as everyone in the congregation.
She couldnt believe what was happening.She only mount up the pulpit,took the microphone of its stand and that was it.The microphone grabbed her as if they have a score to settle.
As the dialogue continued,she could hear the faint voices of the back-ups on stage.
‘Leave her alone’.
‘Don’t go close to her’
There seem to be pandemonium,as if touching her will make them unbelievers.
It too much for her to bear,she was still screaming,her voice was almost at the nadir of breaking.A mixture of both severe pains and intense tears, all in one lamentation.
Some mischievous characters in the congregation were laughing even the pastor is confused.He is caught between two realities, the physical and Spiritual.
By this time the microphone’s grasp of Dammy has taking a new dimension revealing her petticoat.Her dark sleeveless gown has rescinded towards her waist leaving her blushing with shame as her struggle with the microphone continues.
‘But who cares,let them see all they want,I just want to live!
Why can’t this people help me, I am losing my life here.Lord please have mercy!’
I was still at a fix as to the goings-on until baba Tope came in from the rear of the altar,running like Usain Bolt, wielding a big stick.
And in one quick swoop, he strikes d cord connecting the microphone to the ampifier.
Dammy has been dancing Ajasco as a result of electric shock!No thanks to the faulty microphone-This is not the handiwork of the Holy Ghost after all.
And church came to an abrupt end.
‘Milk, milk,milk’ rented the noiseless air.Dammy was gasping for breath as she lay on the floor of the altar.
‘This people are indeed wicked’, she thought.