The Candle In The Wind ~Episode 5


“Mummy pastor, she can’t be dead. 
Mummy pastor!” I screamed on and someone tapped my shoulder .
“Sister Precious” I heard my name clearly and my eyes opened widely. It was Sister Jane. So, it’s been a dream all these while?… Like seriously? I sat up and saw tears on Jane’s face. Jesus! “Is it true?” I screamed. 
Smiling faintly, Jane nodded over and over again. Jesus! “Mummy Pastor! Mummy Pastor oooo” I started screaming as I sat up from the pew in which I had slept off and started running to the back of the church as if being pursued. 
Jane called me back to no avail “Mummy Pastor ooo….somebody help” I screamed on and on until I looked to my left as I approached the exit door and I heard my name.
 “Sister Precious” Mummy Pastor’s voice! I turned to look around and there they were all gathered, the women leaders with Mrs. Idile smiling wholeheartedly at me. 
“Is anything the matter my daughter?” 
she asked, smiling again- her very real, affectionate smile “Is this for real? Is this a dream too? Is that mummy pastor? Somebody talk to me.” 
I cried again as I walked to her side on the podium. Some women tried to stop me but she signaled at them to leave me alone. I went beside her, knelt down, felt her legs, touched her calves and hugged her. She hugged me too! 
“Mummy is alive!” I shouted childishly and the women murmured.
“Daughter, go and check yourself in the bathroom. Your cloth is stained at the back” she whispered into my ears and a cold wind of embarrassment ran through my spine.
 It’s the same day! That Sunday! I managed to smile at her. She smiled back! She signaled that I bend down and she dipped her hand into her bag to give me a white shawl. I wrapped it round myself and passed through the back door outside with the women’s eyes following me- I most assuredly guess! 
Sister Jane was outside and I frowned at her. “Why were you crying earlier on? And I still asked if it was  true and you nodded. You made me to make a fool out of myself today and it’s not fair!
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” I retorted “I didn’t understand your question Sister Precious. I was only shedding tears of joy because I am happy for you. You obviously just had a vision. That’s something we had both been praying for you for a very long time now. You asked if it was true and I thought you were referring to the vision thing.
 I smiled happily and told you yes!” she explained and I hugged her God heard my prayers! He spoke to me in a vision. But what does that mean? Mummy Pastor was smiling just so happily now that I saw her. I am still as single as ever, so why was Tony in the same attire with me? What was I doing in a wilderness? 
Despite the rough road, my car was able to still drive on as if on a tarmac! What does that mean? What is the problem between the pastor and his wife? Tony called me MMR…what’s the meaning? 
>>>> As I brought out my skirt from the spinner of the washing machine, I heard some rapid footsteps at the staircase and I listened. The pastor was making a call. 
“It’s a great privilege to do so for my wife my dear pastor. I am just going to dedicate this week to her. It’s her birthday and she has to be treated extra-wonderfully. Thanks for booking the hotel for us…we should arrive Dubai in the evening tomorrow. Let me tell her the surprise now…. My wife so loves surprises….hahahahahahaha… God bless you sir!…” he said on and on and I smiled happily. I trust my pastor! Ever romantic! That dream was just a useless one jhur! I had much to think about before I slept off. My pastor and his wife are just too anointed to have any problematic issue between them. 
I waved the dream off as I quickly wore my skirt, checking out myself in the mirror. “Sister Precious, do you wanna sleep in the laundry?
” Sister Jane called out and I smiled happily as I tip-toed to the door. 
“I am coming right away mon amie” I said in a very musical voice- what happens whenever I am satisfied with something or extremely happy. But…my spirit stirred again! >>>It continues still<<<<<