PART THREE of MARTHA MWIHAKI HINGA ??Exposition . ???????
..................,Rev Lucy Natasha waah ?!!??.......................,,,,,,,,,........
After rebuffing the fake Nigerian con pastor's sexual advances disguised as orgies, I drove home. Tears of despondency cascaded down my chubby cheeks. I called the Reverend and each time, her number signaled "Line Busy "
I went straight to my prayer room and prayed earnestly. I incessantly prayed to God to extricate me from the web of deceit in the name of a cult. Just when I saw myself sweating profusely from the shock of the latest hours and what perhaps I fell myself for, my daughter knocked at my door. It is so rare for any of my children to storm into my room. My husband was on business trip to Nakuru and so I had the opportunity to fervently shout to God in prayers, a thing he didn't subscribe to. I continued with prayers albeit crying. I cried for the inveterate liar the Reverend had become. I pleaded to God for the sins of occult and voodoism that were visited in Kenya by Nigerian con pastors masquerading as true servants of God. I implored God to save me from the face of perilous attacks in that church. I earnestly begged Him to spare our country from sinking into the abysmal pit of adultery and sexual sin.
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Then I saw her mother again . This time round, she wore a huge tiffany blue cassock with overflowing robes. Her huge derriere touched my face as she proceeded to carry out a certain ritual I had not acquainted myself to. She blurted out in no uncertain terms that I had caused them consternation by going against the Will of God. She invoked certain strange names while I continued muttering and blabbering because I seemed completely in the process of being vanquished. But I cried to God to come to my rescue.
At the pinnacle of her demonstrating certain doctrinal ordinances, I saw a huge light, something akin to a thousand kaleidoscopic lights flashing into the room. The Nigerian pastor appeared. He was completely in the nake! His huge bogoyo banana dangled between his huge legs. Then his name appeared emblazoned in the air, "ADEBOYE CHUKWU! "??
I lay prostrate on the ground. Fear engulfed me like capricious gods. I recounted how they held me in church a few hours ago. Me, helpless and harpless like a rabbit being strangled in the gallows. Tears made a deluge right in front of the Reverends mother. But she kept taunting me. The pastor held me by the hand and just when I tried to rise up, something sinister happened.
Part Four coming shortly.??????