The way Emeka argued about the after-life would make one wonder if he was Jesus himself. He would quote Bible verses, shake his head vigorously and beat his chest to show he was sure of what he spoke of.
It did not surprise us when Emeka began preaching in our neighborhood, but what made us perplexed was the white garment he wore with a big cross hung round his neck. He carried a bell which he rung as he echoed, “REPENT FOR THE KINGDOM OF GOD IS AT HAND.”
He became prominent as he held vigils in the rooms of young girls seeking husbands, he would conduct his deliverance with seven candles and an anointing oil.
Weeks later Emeka was poised in a Cherokee jeep, cruising around the neighborhood testifying of the goodness of the Lord in his ministry.
Pastor Emeka had made a good impression in the neighborhood, until this morning when Mama Amara who sold rice at the bus stop, came rolling on the ground in our compound, weeping and cursing when the Landlord told her God has moved Emeka’s ministry outside Lagos.
By Ekene Micheal Ngoka