Chapter 76：The Holy Spirit is always right (1/2)

We arrived the compound at about fifteen minutes past six to found it exactly the way it was five years ago when I ran out of it into a moving vehicle. Aunt Uka and her husband holding hands were at the door to usher us in; both of them grinning from ear to ear.

Aunt Uka looked different; she was still beautiful but appeared to be shorter and stressed. She wore baggy jean shorts and a black round-necked polo with ”Jesus is Lord” written boldly in white on it. Uncle Philip, on the other hand, appeared miserable. His pot-belly had reduced; his hair and beards appeared bushy and unkempt. The large smile on his face failed to make him look handsome. His own black polo appeared to be oversize while he looked tiny in it.

”Nna… welcome” she pulled me in for one of the tightest hugs I have received in my whole life. Her sweet rose perfume filled my nostrils as tears formed in my eyes. Suddenly, I was filled with self-reproach and guilt for abandoning them especially Nono.

”Where is Nono?” I asked fighting back the tears.

”Don't worry, all that will be over today. I came with a consuming fire”

Uncle Philip stretched out his right hand for a handshake as the smile on his face widens. I took his hand and the shake wasn't as firm as the very first day I met him. Sign of a broken man.

”It is alright, Uncle Philip” I covered his hand with my other hand; but he pulled me in for a warm hug instead and mouthed calmly ”I know”. After the warm welcome, I introduced Pastor Vivian and Pastor Silas that came with me.

”You are all welcome. Please, come in” Aunt Uka ushered us into the parlour.

Upon entering the parlour, I experienced a fit of growing anger in my spirit. I felt the presence of Asmodee – the fat and smelly demon responsible for sexual immorality. It's disgusting smell filled the entire atmosphere.

”I can fill the presence of demons in this place already,” I said enraged and began speaking in the words of the Holy Spirit. Pastor Vivian and Silas joined in the prayer. The image of Philomena flashed right before my eyes, not like a memory but rather a trance. She sat on the second step on the stairs case, completely naked with legs widespread. A weird smile at the left corner of her lips; fresh blood covered her teeth and some dripped from the open corner of her mouth. I could not read her mood but she wasn't exactly thrilled to see me.

”You foul and repelling spirit. I cast you out of this house in Jesus name!” I shot back at her and like a fast-forward movie; she went up to the stairs.

”Nna, won't you at least sit for some water?” she urged out of concern.

”No!' I ensured her. ”This is no time for merriment. There are demons crawling all over this place”

”I thought I was the only one in the spirit” Pastor Vivian proclaimed and then called out ”Pastor…”

”Ma” I turned and faced her. My eyelid went up in surprise; in the five years I have known this great woman of God, she had never addressed me as a pastor without adding Alex.

”While we were praying, the Lord revealed the source of their problem to me” she paused, waiting for feedback. I gave her a nod. Then she turned to Uncle Philip and petitioned him.

”Was this house built by you?”

”No…” he shook his head, ”I bought it from an agent. Who said the owner passed away and the family put up the house for sale”

”So you never knew the history of the house?” she inquired.

”No”