#Day 33
The ground was dirty and wet, my white shirt was stained with mud that splashed from a moving vehicle. The weather was Misty it looked like it would rain. I hurriedly rushed home to avoid getting wet and dirty. My legs ached badly when I got to the doorstep of my house. I removed my sandal at the spot in other to prevent mud from staining my floor. I had to go to the backyard putting on my slippers to wash my feet. As I moved closer to the tap I heard voice’s, I couldn’t decipher where the voices came from. It seemed like my television was turned on. “How possible”, I said to myself am sure I turned it off. My heart beat increased, “is my house hunted? I asked myself. I heard laughter but I couldn’t recognize the voice, am sure I heard the voices of women . It made me more intensed that even in the cool atmosphere I was sweating. I stood for minutes trying to think of my next action.
“Should I go and call my pastor or should I just step in with faith. Am not that bold, even the Bible says faith without good work is useless. What should I do now? My faith can easily fail me, maybe I should get my pastor”. Forgetting about how dirty I looked I rushed to a nearby church.
“Why are you looking so dirty? Pastor James asked.
“I don’t know who casted a spell in my home but I feel it’s hunted, Please do follow me home”, I said in a faint voice.
“Okay just calm down”. Immediately he started speaking in tongues. Walking behind me I hastened my steps. Opening the door of my house what I saw kept me speechless “mum I shouted how did you get in”. My mum and my aunt were happily chatting.
“have you forgotten you gave me the key to your house”.
“Oh! And to think that I panicked for nothing”, Am so sorry pastor.
“Its fine I understand peace be until this house”.
After the pastor left , I narrated everything to my mum all she could do was laugh.
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