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Once, he was the voice of revival — Pastor Chijioke, the man who turned a humble village gathering into a global miracle center. The blind saw, the crippled walked, the barren danced with twins. But beneath the gold robes and anointed tongue was a secret so dark, even the angels looked away.
This is the haunting tale of Umaru — the madman who sat outside the church gate, fed daily with the same food as the pastor but never prayed for. When his silence broke, the heavens shook and the truth shattered everything.
From a mango tree to a palace of power, from fame to prison walls — this is a story of betrayal, of sacrifice, and of a friendship turned curse.
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This is the haunting tale of Umaru — the madman who sat outside the church gate, fed daily with the same food as the pastor but never prayed for. When his silence broke, the heavens shook and the truth shattered everything.
From a mango tree to a palace of power, from fame to prison walls — this is a story of betrayal, of sacrifice, and of a friendship turned curse.
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00:00Before he ever spoke to crowds or stood under bright lights, Elder Chijiok Okafor was just a quiet, modest preacher. In the small village of Yumus, he used to stand beneath a mango tree beside the old town hall, sharing the word with anyone who would listen.
00:15His voice wasn't loud, but it carried something, a stillness, a strength, that made people listen. His first congregation had only three members, Mamatitie, a retired teacher with kind eyes, Obina, a headstrong mechanic who often claimed his troubles came from his wife's dark prayers, and Sister Amaka, a skilled tailor who had been barren for over a decade.
00:37Every Sunday, they came battling mosquitoes, sitting on weathered plastic chairs, shouting Amen with trembling hope. For more than a year, Elder Chijiok spoke about patience, prayer, and trusting God, even in silence. No signs, no wonders, just faith. Hold on, he always said. Even when the heavens are quiet, he hears.
00:57One day, Obina asked, Sir, when will we see God's hand? Chijiok smiled gently. Soon. Then, everything changed on a hot Sunday in late July. It was a blazing Sunday, the kind that made sweat drip before the prayer even began. The sun set high and hot, pressing down on the corrugated roof of the makeshift church like a weight. Inside, ceiling fans groaned slowly, barely offering relief.
01:23The choir had just finished singing their final song, and a hush settled over the congregation like morning dew. Then, the curtain behind the pulpit stirred gently, and Elder Chijiok emerged. But this time, he looked different. Gone was his usual plain white shirt and dark slacks.
01:40Today, he wore a flowing robe, deep indigo with shimmering gold patterns that danced like lightning streaks across the fabric. It moved behind him like a river touched by wind. Gasps filled the air. One woman whispered, This robe is special. He must have brought it from overseas. A man added, Something powerful will happen today. Chijiok said nothing.
02:02He moved to the front, lifted the microphone with calm hands, and declared, Raise your hands. The spirit is among us. The people obeyed. Arms lifted like dry trees, longing for rain. After a moment of prayer, Elder Chijiok began his sermon. His voice was steady, quiet but commanding, like thunder you feel before you hear.
02:22He spoke about holding on to faith, even when everything seems dry. Even bones without flesh can rise, he said, his eyes scanning the crowd. But suddenly, he stopped speaking. His eyes shut tightly as though listening to something no one else could hear. Then, he opened them slowly, and declared, There is someone here. You didn't come to listen. You came hoping to walk. For six years you've been bound, but the Lord says, Rise.
02:49Heads turned sharply. Murmurs rippled across the room. Then, from the third row, a wheelbarrow shifted. Inside it sat Malum Idris, a frail man with legs stiff like broomsticks. His brother supported him gently. But now Idris trembled.
03:04It's me, he whispered. He's talking to me. Silence fell like a dropped curtain. Kijiok pointed again. Stand, he said softly. Idris reached for the edge, his arms quaking. Then, slowly, one foot, then the other. He stood.
03:20The air in the church thickened as Idris pushed harder. A sound cracked from his legs, like dry wood snapping. Gasps echoed. Some stood up. One usher covered her mouth in shock. Idris placed both feet on the ground. Slowly, he straightened his back. His eyes widened as he took a step.
03:39Then, another dot. Then, without warning, he ran. He sprinted down the aisle, past the stunned crowd. Tears streamed down his face like rain falling on parched earth.
03:49I can walk, he cried. I can walk. He dashed out of the church, shouting. Like a man reborn. Outside, Idris ran around the compound barefoot, laughing, spinning like a child chasing dragonflies.
04:01The congregation followed him out, some crying, some cheering. Phones came out. Videos were taken. One man shouted, this is a miracle.
04:11By evening, the video of Idris running had spread like wildfire. Facebook, WhatsApp, even national news channels picked it up.
04:19And before nightfall, strangers had begun packing their bags for use.
04:23Something powerful had happened. And it all began with a robe, a word, and a man in a wheelbarrow. But beneath the joy, something odd lingered.
04:33Across the road from the bustling church, a man, everyone called Ocon the Madman, sat under a cassava tree.
04:39His hair was wild. His clothes torn and stained. He never spoke, never begged. Just sat and watched every single service.
04:47No one ever saw Elder Chejiok pray for him. Not once. Yet something strange happened every day.
04:54After each meal, a steward from the church would walk over to Ocon and hand him a plate.
05:00Not just any food, but the exact meal Chejiok had eaten.
05:03If it was jollof rice with fried chicken, Ocon received the same.
05:07If it was pounded yam and igusi, Ocon ate that too.
05:11Same size, same meat count.
05:13Some said, the pastor is showing true compassion.
05:17Others whispered, there's something deeper going on.
05:20Few knew that Ocon hadn't always been mad.
05:22He and Kejiok had once been close childhood friends.
05:26Now, one preached to thousands while the other sat alone in rags.
05:30And though miracles shook the village, no one ever saw the preacher lay a hand on the one man he once called brother.
05:36The next Sunday came like a flood.
05:39People didn't just come early.
05:40They came prepared.
05:42Some brought plastic stools.
05:44Others carried mats and flasks of food.
05:46A few arrived before sunrise, determined to sit close to the front.
05:51Many couldn't even get in bay.
05:53Climbed trees, stood on bricks, leaned against windows.
05:56Anything to catch a glimpse of Elder Kejiok, now called the Mouth of the Divine.
06:01The heat was brutal, yet no one moved.
06:04Not even the mosquitoes could distract them.
06:06Then the curtain behind the altar opened.
06:08Kejiok stepped out, silent.
06:10This time, he didn't carry a Bible or sermon notes.
06:13He simply held the microphone and began to sing.
06:17His voice was low and deep, pulling people in like a tide.
06:21The melody wrapped around the room like wind on water.
06:24People closed their eyes.
06:26Some wept.
06:27Others fell to their knees.
06:28He sang for twenty minutes.
06:30Then he lifted both hands and said,
06:32There is a woman here.
06:34You have been mocked for ten years, but heaven has heard.
06:37He paused.
06:38Tonight, your story changes.
06:40Everyone turned, eyes darting across the room.
06:43Then a cry burst out from the third row, loud raw, like a drum beaten too hard.
06:48It was Sister Uchechi, the seamstress.
06:51Her arms trembled.
06:52Tears streamed freely down her cheeks.
06:54She clutched her stomach as if something was shifting inside.
06:58It's me, she cried.
06:59Oh God, it's me.
07:01Kejiok walked slowly toward her.
07:03His robe moved gently across the tiled floor like a breeze through tall grass.
07:08He reached her, laid one hand on her belly, raised the other to the sky, and spoke one word.
07:14Fruitfulness.
07:15A shudder passed through the church.
07:16Some fainted.
07:17Others shouted.
07:18One barefoot woman threw off her head wrap and danced wildly in the aisle.
07:23That night, Uchechi couldn't sleep.
07:25She kept pressing her stomach, whispering,
07:27Something has changed and something had.
07:29Around midnight, she felt a sudden jolt, like a knot inside her had come undone.
07:35She gasped, placed both hands over her womb, and smiled through her tears.
07:39For the first time in over a decade, she felt life.
07:43Nine months later, Sister Uchechi gave birth, not just to one child, but twins.
07:47To healthy baby boys, their cries loud and fierce like baby lions.
07:52The entire village buzzed with the news.
07:55The same people who once mocked her, now came bearing gifts,
07:58kneeling at her doorstep and calling her Mama Ijima, mother of twins.
08:03They didn't just celebrate the babies.
08:05They celebrated the man who had spoken the word.
08:08Elder Chijiok's name spread like harmattan, fire.
08:11They said, he doesn't just preach.
08:14He commands the heavens.
08:15Even traders at the roadside market abandoned their stalls the next Sunday.
08:19Eager not to miss what God would do next, the crowd grew wild with faith.
08:24The following Sunday, worship hadn't ended when a woman in a red dress stood up, trembling.
08:29She walked slowly to the altar.
08:31In her hand was a car key.
08:33She raised it up and said,
08:35This is my Toyota Corolla.
08:37I'm giving it to the man of God.
08:38I want to tie my life to this grace.
08:41The church exploded in praise.
08:43The car key offering was only the beginning.
08:46Days later, a sealed envelope arrived from overseas.
08:49It was sent by a woman named Anjosi, who lived in the U.S.
08:53She had seen the miracle video of Idris walking and watched Uchechi's story online.
08:58Her letter was simple.
08:59This house belongs to the church now.
09:01Let it be used as the spirit leads.
09:03Inside the envelope were legal documents, a three-bedroom bungalow in Lagos, fully paid
09:09and titled in the name of the ministry.
09:11Elder Chijiok lifted the paper before the church and smiled gently.
09:15When God starts, he said, even distance can't stop him.
09:19Then came another surprise.
09:21A black SUV rolled up on Tuesday and out stepped a tall man in white agba, flanked by two aides.
09:28He didn't say his name.
09:29He walked to the altar, bowed his head in silent prayer, and placed a brown envelope before the pulpit.
09:35Inside it was ten million naira.
09:38No name, no signature, no request.
09:41Just a note.
09:42Let the fire keep burning.
09:44By Thursday, the church began to change.
09:47By Thursday, the transformation was undeniable.
09:50Massive new speakers arrived, so large they rumbled the ground when tested.
09:55The old iron roof was taken down, replaced with polished zinc.
09:59And fresh timber, that gleamed like morning dew.
10:02A bright red generator was installed, powerful enough to run the entire village.
10:07The once humble church under the mango tree now shimmered like a palace of glory.
10:11People passing by stopped to stare.
10:14God lives there, they whispered.
10:16That man, he's not ordinary.
10:19Even those who had never prayed before now pushed to sit at the front.
10:22The place was no longer a church.
10:25It had become a destination.
10:26A sacred zone.
10:28A gate to heaven.
10:29Some said by the third Sunday, worshippers came with mats and food, ready to sleep outside the compound just to enter early.
10:36From the gate to the altar, the entire place overflowed.
10:40No chairs were left.
10:41People climbed trees and perched on ledges just to see the man now known as the Voice of the Almighty.
10:48Something big was building.
10:50But on that third Sunday, something different stirred in the wind.
10:53As the choir sang and the drums beat like thunder, a woman entered quietly from the back.
10:59Her wrapper was tied tightly across her chest.
11:02Her eyes were swollen, red from crying.
11:04Her name was Eret, and in her arms, she carried a small bundle wrapped in spotless white cloth.
11:11She didn't smile.
11:12She didn't greet anyone.
11:13She walked straight down the center aisle to the altar.
11:16The ushers, unsure, tried to stop her.
11:19Madame, what are you doing?
11:21One asked.
11:22Eret raised her hand, firm.
11:23Don't touch me.
11:25Let me talk to God.
11:26The church fell into a tense silence.
11:28People began whispering.
11:30What's in the cloth?
11:31Is that a baby?
11:32Is he sleeping?
11:33Eret turned slowly to face the crowd.
11:36Her voice trembled, but it carried weight.
11:39My son died last night, she said.
11:41The clinic told me to take him to the mortuary.
11:44But I brought him here instead.
11:46I want the men of God to see him first.
11:49Gasps broke through the hall like wind through dry leaves.
11:52Pastor Chijok was at the back of the church, deep in prayer with his team,
11:56when a steward whispered urgently into his ear.
11:59He paused, rose, and walked out slowly, his face calm,
12:02his robe flowing behind him.
12:05As he reached the altar, he looked down at the cloth in Eret's arms.
12:08The wind had begun to stir it gently.
12:11Without a word, he knelt.
12:13He placed one hand gently on the cloth and whispered something only the child could hear.
12:17No one else caught it.
12:19The hall held its breath.
12:21Then he stood up and spoke aloud.
12:23Spirit of death, his voice strong.
12:25You are trespassing.
12:27Return what you have taken.
12:28The crowd froze.
12:30The air felt thick, as though a storm was about to break.
12:33Then the cloth moved, barely at first.
12:36A cough escaped.
12:37One.
12:38Two.
12:38Then, in a raspy voice,
12:41Mommy, I'm hungry.
12:42Gasps exploded.
12:44The boy sat up.
12:45His lips were dry, but he repeated it.
12:48Mommy, I'm hungry.
12:49Eret collapsed backward, crying.
12:52People screamed.
12:53Some knelt.
12:54Some fled.
12:55Others wept uncontrollably.
12:56Phones came out.
12:58Shouts filled the air.
13:00He was dead.
13:00It's a miracle.
13:02The news of the resurrection spread faster than Harmerton fire.
13:05By evening, videos flooded Facebook, WhatsApp, and even national TV stations.
13:10They all echoed the same line.
13:12A dead child came back to life at living fire assembly, through pastor.
13:17C-H-I-J-I-O-K-E dot by morning.
13:20The front of the church was a sea of people, some on their knees, some laying mats on the ground.
13:25Many held framed photos of loved ones, hoping for healing.
13:29Some carried infants, some elders in wheelchairs.
13:32Everyone wanted to touch the altar, to breathe in the miracle dot by noon.
13:37Another surprise arrived.
13:39A prominent bishop from Port U Mori, wearing purple regalia, came with his entourage.
13:44After a short prayer at the altar, he donated 25 million naira to support the growing ministry.
13:49This ground, he said, is no longer ordinary.
13:52God walks here.
13:54That same week, an aging tycoon gifted a brand new Prado Jeep.
13:59Five wealthy families pledged 500,000 each month as eternal covenant partners with the altar.
14:06The altar that once held mosquitoes now held miracles and money.
14:09From that week onward, the church became unrecognizable.
14:13New chairs with soft cushions replaced the old plastic ones.
14:16A media team was hired to manage the flood of testimonies.
14:21Offerings had to be counted by an audit firm because the bofkits could no longer hold it all.
14:26Got every Sunday turned into a festival.
14:28Drummers beat rhythms like thunder.
14:30The choir wore matching uniforms, red and gold, and sang with such fire.
14:35Even the elderly danced.
14:37Cameras filmed every service.
14:39Online views soared.
14:40Children sang songs with Pastor Chejiok's name in them, but just beyond the church fence.
14:45Under the shade of an old cassava tree, someone sat silent, forgotten by many.
14:51His name was Umaru.
14:51The madman.he was barefoot, dirty, hair-wiled, like overgrown roots.
14:57He didn't talk.
14:58He didn't smile.
14:59But he never missed a service.
15:00Every day, morning to night, he sat watching Dot.
15:04And every meal Pastor Chejiok had, Umaru received the same, same food, same portions.
15:11Delivered quietly by a steward.
15:13Some called it kindness.
15:15Others, had questions.
15:16Some believed Pastor Chejiok was simply showing the heart of Christ, feeding the mad, clothing the broken.
15:23He's like Jesus, they said.
15:25See how he treats even a madman-like family.
15:27But others whispered, why feed him so well and never pray for him?
15:32One evening after choir practice, Sister Favor and Mama Itohan sat under the mango tree near the church gate.
15:39They sipped chilled Zobo, fanning themselves with old hymn books.
15:42Dot Sister Favor glanced toward the cassava.
15:45Trian asked quietly, Mama, that Umaru, why hasn't Pastor ever laid hands on him?
15:51He healed blind eyes, raised the dead.
15:53Why not him?
15:55Mama Itohan looked at her, eyes heavy with old truths.
15:58Ah, she said softly, there are things better left untouched.
16:03But, he gave me twins, Sister Favor whispered.
16:06After ten years, why leave one soul broken?
16:09Mama Itohan sighed, gripping her wrapper.
16:11Let us not dig too deep, my daughter.
16:14Only God sees the full picture behind closed eyes.
16:17Then she stood and walked away, leaving favor-watching Umaru who, at that moment, was quietly eating fried plantain and catfish pepper soup.
16:26The miracles didn't stop.
16:28In fact, they multiplied.
16:30Lame legs danced.
16:31Blind eyes opened.
16:33Children who couldn't speak suddenly recited psalms.
16:36The town buzzed with testimonies.
16:38People now called the church the Gate of Heaven.
16:41Buses arrived from nearby villages.
16:43Posters with Pastor Chigiok's face appeared on poles, shops, and school gates.
16:48TV crews filmed the crowds.
16:51Even children knew his name, singing songs about the man who touches Heaven.
16:55He no longer preached under the mango tree.
16:58He now stood in pulpits across the country, in Asaba Port, Rumu, even Lagos.
17:03He laid hands on governors, prayed for judges, sat beside King's Dot, in his golden office, with soft leather chairs and walls that smelled of new paint and polished wood.
17:13Pastor Chigiok sipped chilled pineapple juice from a crystal cup.
17:17The air conditioner hummed gently.
17:20Then his special line rang, the one, only powerful people used.
17:24His assistant rushed in, nervous, sir, it's Chief Nook, he says it's urgent.
17:30Chigiok took the call, his voice calm.
17:32Man of God, the voice said, weeping, my wife has delivered.
17:36After ten miscarriages, a strong boy, your prayers did it.
17:40Pastor Chigiok smiled and looked up at the ceiling.
17:44To God be the glory, he said Dot, Chief.
17:47Nook's voice trembled with joy.
17:49After ten miscarriages, Pastor, ten, but now, a son, strong, healthy, already kicking.
17:57I must testify this Sunday.
17:59I'll come with my family, and Pastor, he paused.
18:02I'm giving you a private jet, it's at the airport already.
18:05I want to announce it myself, to honor the God in you.
18:09Chigiok didn't flinch.
18:10He simply closed his eyes and whispered, it is well.
18:13His assistant stood by the door, mouth slightly open, a jet, sir, he said in awe.
18:18Chigiok rose slowly, walked to the window, and looked out.
18:22The sky was clear.
18:24The clouds moved, gently, like dancers in a calm rhythm.
18:28Then he spoke with quiet authority.
18:30Prepare the church.
18:32This Sunday will be different.
18:33And indeed, something was already brewing.
18:37Something unseen.
18:38Something that would shake everything to its roots.
18:41Not a revival this time, but a revelation.
18:44One that would come not from heaven, but from a forgotten shadow under a cassava tree.
18:48That Sunday did not feel like an ordinary day.
18:51The sky was bluer than usual, and even the birds seemed quieter.
18:55From dawn, crowds gathered like a flood.
18:58People brought mats, stools, coolers of food.
19:01They came not just to worship, but to witness.
19:04History.tv vans were parked outside.
19:07Security men with dark glasses whispered into walkie-talkies.
19:10Drones hovered.
19:11Inside, the choir wore red and gold, and the ushers moved like dancers in perfect rhythm.
19:17The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and expectation.
19:21Then a sleek black jeep glided through the gate.
19:24The crowd parted like waves.
19:26People screamed,
19:27Chief, Nook, he's here.
19:29The car door opened.
19:30Chief Nook stepped out in sparkling white egg-bottom.
19:33His wife held their baby, wrapped in golden Ankara, eyes closed, lips full like butter.
19:39A hush fell over the crowd, then shouts of joy erupted.
19:43He walked toward the altar slowly.
19:45The cameras flashed.
19:46The choir hummed.
19:47The church waited.
19:49But, just before he spoke, a voice pierced the atmosphere.
19:52Loud, rough, shaking like thunder cracking through an old roof.
19:56It is time.
19:57Heads turned.
19:58Every head turned toward the back.
20:00Ushers froze.
20:01Security rushed.
20:03But it was too late.
20:04The doors burst open.
20:05Standing there, barefoot, wild, was Umaru the madman.
20:09His hair tangled like roots.
20:11His eyes sharp like fire.
20:13His chest rising and falling.
20:14People gasped.
20:15Some stood.
20:17Others sat still in fear.
20:18Umaru didn't stop.
20:20He walked down the aisle slowly.
20:22His gaze fixed straight on Pastor Chijoka.
20:24The choir stopped.
20:26The baby cried.
20:27The cameras turned toward the interruption.
20:29A ripple of whispers spread through the church like cold wind.
20:33He passed the first row.
20:34Then the second.
20:35Then the third.
20:36Then he climbed the altar fast and strong, like a wind before a storm.
20:41Who let him in?
20:42Someone whispered, but Umaru didn't care.
20:45He faced Pastor Chijoka directly.
20:47Then he shouted into the microphone.
20:49His voice thunderous.
20:50Seven days.
20:51His voice echoed from every corner.
20:54Seven days.
20:55You didn't feed me.
20:56Why?
20:57Gasps.
20:58Confusion.
20:58The whole church went silent.
21:00Every eye turned to Kijook who now stood frozen, sweat glistening on his face.
21:05Umaru pointed a trembling finger at Pastor Chijoka.
21:08You used me, he cried.
21:10His voice cracked like dry thunder.
21:12Yet it carried weight that silence couldn't deny.
21:15You never prayed for me.
21:16You never laid hands on me.
21:18You only fed me.
21:19Same food.
21:20Every day.
21:21Morning.
21:22Afternoon.
21:23Night.
21:23Because I was the price.
21:25Gasps rippled again.
21:26Pastor Chijoki didn't move.
21:28But his hands shook slightly.
21:30His robe, once shining with glory, now seemed to sag under the weight of truth.
21:35Umaru turned to the crowd.
21:36You see miracles, healings, power.
21:39But do you know the foundation?
21:40The crowd leaned in.
21:42Years ago, Umaru said, they visited a prophet.
21:45Chijoki was desperate.
21:47He continued.
21:48No growth.
21:48No wonders.
21:49I took him there for prayer.
21:51But that prophet he dealt in dark powers.
21:54The church held its breath.
21:55The lights seemed dimmer.
21:57If he wanted fame and miracles, he had to give a sacrifice.
22:01Umaru said, a human sacrifice.
22:03Someone close.
22:04Someone who'd go mad.
22:06Someone to sit outside and never be healed.
22:08And that someone, was me.
22:10Umaru's voice dropped lower.
22:12But each word struck like a drum in a quiet night.
22:15I told him no.
22:17I told him this was evil.
22:18That we should leave.
22:20He looked around.
22:21And we did.
22:21Or so I thought.
22:22He paused.
22:23Breathing heavily.
22:24Eyes glassy.
22:25With pain.
22:26But Pastor Chijoki went back.
22:28Alone.
22:29He agreed to the terms.
22:31To offer me his only friend.
22:33The one who had stood with him under that mango tree.
22:36When no one else did.
22:37A woman in the crowd sobbed.
22:39A man covered his mouth.
22:40Even the bishop seated in the front row bowed his head.
22:43And the prophet gave him power.
22:45Power to heal.
22:46To grow.
22:47To rise.
22:48But the price was my mind.
22:50I became the offering.
22:51The living sacrifice.
22:53Never to be prayed for.
22:54Just to be fed.
22:56Umaru turned slowly.
22:57Towards Shijoki again.
22:59You fed me not out of mercy.
23:01But out of fear.
23:02Because the covenant required it.
23:04And for years.
23:05I was silent.
23:06But now.
23:07After seven days of hunger.
23:08The spell is broken.
23:10I remember everything.
23:11And so do the spirits.
23:13Umaru's voice.
23:14Tightened.
23:15Trembling now.
23:16Not from fear.
23:17But from years of betrayal.
23:18For every miracle you celebrated.
23:20Every testimony you clapped for.
23:22I paid with silence.
23:24He turned back to the people.
23:26Do you know why I speak today?
23:27Not because Pastor Chijiok forgot.
23:30No.
23:30He gave instructions even while abroad.
23:33Called his steward.
23:34Told him exactly what to feed me.
23:36Yam porridge.
23:37Catfish.
23:37Pepper soup.
23:38Fruit salad.
23:39But the steward.
23:40Umaru's eyes narrowed.
23:42He never delivered it.
23:43He pocketed the money.
23:45A gasp swept the room.
23:46For seven days.
23:47I starved.
23:48Umaru said.
23:49His voice rising.
23:50And on the seventh day.
23:52My memory returned.
23:53Chijiok's lips moved.
23:55But no words came.
23:56His hands gripped the pulpit.
23:57Umaru shouted.
23:59If I'm mad.
24:00Why fear missing one meal?
24:02Then he turned to the sky.
24:03The covenant is broken.
24:05The lights blinked.
24:06Once.
24:07Twice.
24:08Then silence.
24:09The fan.
24:09Stopped spinning.
24:11The air thickened.
24:12And somewhere deep in the church.
24:14A baby began to cry.
24:15Sharp.
24:16Loud.
24:16Like it sensed something unseen had just arrived.
24:20Suddenly.
24:20The microphone let out.
24:21A piercing screech.
24:23It echoed through the hall like a cry from the spirit world.
24:26People jumped.
24:27One speaker sparked at the corner.
24:30A woman shrieked.
24:31Another shouted.
24:32Blood of Jesus.
24:33But Umaru stood firm.
24:35Like a tree in a storm.
24:36Dot.
24:36His voice dropped to a growl.
24:38The debt is due.
24:39Then.
24:40Chaos.
24:40Screaming.
24:41Running.
24:42People stampeded toward the doors.
24:44Chairs flew.
24:45Shoes were left behind.
24:46Bibles dropped.
24:47Wigs soared through the air.
24:50One man jumped through a window.
24:51Another crawled under a pew.
24:54Even the cameraman fled.
24:55Abandoning.
24:56His equipment.
24:57Those outside didn't know what was happening.
25:00But they ran to Dot inside.
25:02Only a few remained.
25:03Frozen.
25:04Shocked.
25:05Unable to move.
25:06Dot.
25:07In the middle of it all.
25:08Pastor Chijiok stood trembling.
25:10Soaked in sweat.
25:11He reached out his hand.
25:13Voice cracking.
25:14Please.
25:14Dot dot dot.
25:15Listen.
25:16Don't go.
25:17He's lying.
25:17He's not well.
25:19But no one listened.
25:20His words had no weight anymore.
25:22The truth had broken free.
25:24No miracle could bury it again.
25:26And the man once called.
25:27Mouth of God.
25:28Now looked like a ghost among the living.
25:31After that Sunday.
25:32Everything crumbled.
25:33The posters were torn down.
25:35The songs stopped.
25:36The flood of worshippers vanished like mist in sunlight.
25:39The once mighty church now stood silent.
25:42Dust covering soft chairs.
25:43Cobwebs lacing the pulpit.
25:46Even the cassava tree where Umaru once sat.
25:49Looked abandoned.
25:50Lonely.
25:51Umaru was gone.
25:52Pastor Chijiok's name.
25:54Once spoken with awe.
25:55Now brought fear.
25:57Children whispered warnings.
25:58Don't say his name.
25:59People crossed the street.
26:01To avoid the gate.
26:02Some spat.
26:03Others pointed.
26:04That's the place.
26:05That's where the lies lived.
26:07Miracles were now called tricks.
26:09Blessings were curses.
26:10The man who once walked in glory now moved like smoke unseen.
26:14Unwanted.
26:15Then one morning.
26:16Black jeeps rolled up.
26:18Police officers stepped out.
26:20Stern and silent.
26:21No knocking.
26:22No warning.
26:23They returned moments later with Pastor Chijiok in handcuffs.
26:26Dot.
26:27No.
26:27Robe.
26:28No smile.
26:29No Bible.
26:29Dot.
26:30Just tired eyes and dry lips.
26:32People peeked from windows.
26:33Hid behind shop stalls.
26:35No one spoke.
26:36The man who once lifted the hopeless now hung his head like a criminal.
26:40The courtroom overflowed with people.
26:42Not followers.
26:43But critics.
26:44Victims.
26:45And curious eyes.
26:46Pastor Chijiok once called God's trumpet.
26:49Now stood in the dock.
26:50Head lowered.
26:51Dressed in brown prison clothes.
26:53No gold embroidery.
26:54No choir.
26:55Just silence.
26:56He was charged with spiritual fraud.
26:59Deception.
26:59And manipulation.
27:01The judge's hammer echoed.
27:02Like thunder.
27:03Guilty.
27:04No appeal.
27:05No mercy.
27:05He was sentenced and taken away.
27:08The church doors were sealed.
27:09Grass grew wild.
27:10Rats made homes where voices once cried.
27:13Amen.
27:14Nobody swept.
27:15Nobody sang Dot in prison.
27:17Chijiok sat alone.
27:18No visitors.
27:20No more sermons.
27:21The man who once healed the blind now shared a bunk with strangers.
27:25The only sound was memory.
27:27And the only robe he wore was shame.
27:29Outside, life moved on.
27:31But people never forgot.
27:33Because the truth behind every miracle had been fed by one man's madness.
27:37And when silence broke, so did the spell.
27:40Glory built on blood always ends in ashes.
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