Must Read: The Devil Wears Okrika (A Story By Souloho19) - Season 1 - Episode 7

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Must Read: The Devil Wears Okrika (A Story By Souloho19) - Season 1 - Episode 7

The foundation of life church Amaife had recorded an increase in members over the past few months with a significant increase within the last few weeks. As a matter of fact, plans were being made to move to a bigger location (especially if it was one in the other end of the village and away from the stream)

Pastor Bartholomew had started the church few years ago in a small shop. The pastor who had been relatively young at the time converted his shop and started a six man church service every Sunday. At least six was the maximum amount of people who could sit in the small shop and still breathe easily.

With time, there were more chairs outside the door and window every Sundays. Before long, the wall of the next door shop had come down and the church had been extended. With shrewd planning and careful arrangement the extended church could contain 15 people.

The chairs increased once more, and the third wall came down. The church expanded to a 30 man church.

Before long the church had bought off the remaining shops in the complex, renovations had taken place and the church had grown and was still growing.

When the bus parked in front of the foundation of life ministries, Osi was beginning to feel the first signs of hunger. He got down chasing thoughts of food and the young lady out of his mind.

Deacon Oforbuike remained in the bus studying the church. He didn't come down when Osi and the rest did.

"So he's going to remain in the bus now" Gregory said under his breath.

Osi ignored him as he observed the church. He was quite impressed but at the moment he was searching for any sign of life. The place looked deserted.

"That might be a good idea, I'd rather go in and check for the pastor alone..you all wait in the bus"

"I prefer the open breeze..inside the bus is too stuffy if you know what I mean" Ovie said slyly.

Osi knew what he meant perfectly, he also knew he had to caution his team.

"Look..during the course of this crusade it is very important we keep our mind and thoughts right..and our attitude too" he looked towards the bus where the deacon sat with arms folded "don't let anybody push you, because when that happens, you could be easily pushed to sin"

With that he strode towards the church.
He hadn't taken more than two steps when the door opened and the deacon got down. He hurried to cover the ground Osi's long legs had eaten.

He followed Osi silently and Osi smiled because the Deacon had such a petty psychology that he needed to be in the front always(as the leader) however his short legs were no match for Osi's and save for breaking out in a run, his fastest walk could only draw him level with the young pastor.

A young man rushed out before they got to the entrance.

"Good afternoon. You must be pastor Osi" he said to the Deacon. He was certainly dressed like one.

"no..I'm the pastor" Osi spoke up when the deacon remained quiet.

"Oh....sorry about that, pastor Bartholomew told me you would be coming in today. I'm to set you up in his house-"

"Where is he? Is he not around?" The Deacon interrupted.

"Actually....he had to go to the village square for a meeting but he'd be back"

The three wise men as they were called kicked of the meeting at exactly 10 minutes past 1.
Pa Kenneth who was the oldest man in the village invited pastor Bartholomew to start with the opening prayer

After the prayer Dé Nwachukwu addressed the crowd. "My people, people of Amaife over the past four weeks there have been unrest among us..among our daughters. We all know that three of our families have been thrown into grief concerning the loss of our daughters"

He paused, looking at the crowd. Dé Nwachukwu was an orator and he knew how to use his words to good effect.

"We are gathered here because we can not afford to lose any more of our daughters"