Dial - Season 1 - Episode 39

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 39

We entered his Mission House.

The interior was beautiful, a true indication that Apostle Jacob Williams was a blessed man. I followed him to his luxurious living-room where we sat down. He called his wife, an obese woman with the widest hips I had ever seen. She was called Matilda, a name I hadn’t heard in a long while.

She was all-smiles as she shook my hand. Matilda was wearing a long white gown with a huge, elaborate headgear. Her face was garishly made up, and I wondered idly if a pastor’s wife should have that much makeup.

The Apostle said a short prayer, and then he welcomed me.

He told me to tell him everything that had happened.

I was getting really scared now, and so I didn’t hold much back. I didn’t tell him about the Dial List, though. Simply, I told him how I met Akos, made love to her, and how she later seemed to commit suicide, and then how Nana b0s0mba had been terrorizing me afterwards.

“Hm, hm, hmmm!” he said with a toss of his shoulders when I had finished speaking. “The devil is a liar, I say the devil is a liar! Do not despair, Mr. Biko! We’ll send fire prayers into the domain of that b0s0mba and ransack his household! He will flee from his bed with the fire of Golgotha eating pancake from his head!”

He stood up and paced for a while, and then he stopped and looked at me with serious eyes.

“First, though, we’ll need that pot and the envelope to pray over, Mr. Biko!” he said calmly. “Give me your car keys! I’ll let your car be brought here so that we take that demonic pot and break it with the stripes of Jeeeeesus Chriiiiist!”

I handed over my keys.

It took about an hour for the messenger to bring my car.
However, the pot wasn’t in the car, and I wasn’t much surprised.

The Apostle then sent a servant to call the prayer warriors, and eventually three men and two women who were neatly-dressed came into the living-room.

“Mr. Yao Biko is our guest,” Apostle Williams informed them. “A disgruntled and wicked fetish priest has cursed him, but we’re going to show him that no curse from Hades shall stand against the Chosen Ones!”
“Aaaaamen!” the Prayer Warriors said in unison.

He informed me that I would need to spend the rest of the week in his Manse, and asked if I could spare the time. I said yes, because I was willing to do anything to send Nana b0s0mba packing out of my life.
“Mr. Biko, this is a serious occultist attack from the realms of the astral levels of demonic powers!” the Apostle said whilst shaking his head in a peculiar way. “The Holy Spirit has directed me to take ten thousand cedis from you, Mr. Biko. You’re supposed to fast for two weeks and pray continuously during that time!”
“Oh, I’ve never fasted and prayed!” I cried in alarm. “I’ve never believed that anyway!”

“Yes, Mr. Biko, and that’s why the Prayer Warriors are here to help you! They’ll fast and pray for you, but you need to make a small donation of ten thousand Ghana Cedis so that they can be motivated to pray for you.”

“No problem,” I said.
And indeed it was no problem. It was just peanuts to me.
And so I paid up by using an app on my phone to transfer the funds into the Apostle’s account. I would have paid ten times the amount if he had asked, because I was that desperate.

He smiled at me with all his teeth showing when the transfer went through.
“Now, Mr. Biko, you can have a sound sleep, and we’ll take care of this fetish man for you,” he said pleasantly. “One of our guest rooms has been made ready for you, sir. Now you can go in there and relax, and we’ll go and begin our fire, volcanic and earthquake-shattering prayers!”

He called a maidservant to take me to my room.

I was feeling really relieved now, and I followed the lady through a series of corridors until she stopped in front of a door. She pushed down the handle of the door and pushed it open. She took one step into the room, and then she came to an abrupt stop and her hands flew to her breasts.