Date with the devils – Part Three

Sometimes we create our own heartbreaks through expectation. All she could offer me was heartbreak…

On that very evening when I was still lying on my bed thinking of how this counselors of mine had messed up with my life, I decided to now call Nderitu. Nderitu is one of my longtime friend and adviser too who has known me for the better part of my life. Though he hasn’t recently been much loyal. I had also included him in my list of counselors, reason being he knew all my problems and it’s not surprising that he was the cause of some. This time not to advise me but to go and drink ourselves out that night in the name of getting rid of Zainabus’ depression. Now the plan was to go and destroy our liver that night. When I just called and gave him the idea, he supported it fully and offered to pick me up at 7:30 PM. Just look at how the devil prepares the way for his clients. I guess he has a PhD in planning and destruction from Hell University.

I had a very strong debate with my mind before I made this decision. It seemed like my fate was destined at hell. That’s where I belonged. Because every attempt to look for the right path always led me to the wrong one. And Nderitu was here to second the decision. You know clubbing, drinking liquor is not a good thing for heavenly souls but it comes in package accompanied by many other earthly desires. Anyway that’s for another day.

Surprisingly, at exactly 7:30PM the time Nderitu promised to pick me up. A call came in. Pastor Kurian, Ooh, This God is omniscience, he is all knowing. He knew I was going to jeopardize myself that night. He knows our very thoughts, our feelings, our desires and our needs. He knows our words before we say them and he knows our thoughts before we think them. He knows all of our ways. In fact, God even knew us before we were born. There are no secrets before Almighty God. And that is why maybe he came at this time. Through his prophet Pastor Kurian. Pastor Kurian was one of the Kalenjin pastors in my list of counselors who had offered to stand with me in prayers. He had told me that he was going to contact me as soon as he was ready to meet me. So this meant that Nderitus’ plan and I was not going to work that night. I was truly amazed. How did he know? How could he call me exactly the time Nderitu had promised to pick me up? Anyway, who was I to question the deeds of the Lord? Here is what he told me;

Pastor Kurian: Dennis, I know your troubles, trials, tribulations, agony, anguish, grief and misery. Your pains and tears are at heart. And here I come to give you another life. I come not to call righteous men, but sinners, to reformation. Tomorrow is on Sunday, and our services are from 6AM to 8AM only at Githurai 45. Come for your redemption come for your life. Immediately you get there call my number and you will be picked up. I will be waiting for you. Good ni…..

Me: WAIT PASTOR. (I interrupted before he hugged on) What’s the church name?

Pastor Kurian: Just call. (He hanged up immediately)

It sounded strange. Anyway, a lot is strange nowadays, I told myself. I then took my Bible from where I had placed it during Zainabus’ reign and went through some several verses until the time Nderitu interrupted me. He was in already, unlike the others he does not knock when he comes to my room.

Nderitu: Hey Dennoh! Who has died? He asked.

Me: Ooh you are here? No one has died but am sure if life continues like this, one will.

Nderitu: Come on man, psych up or else it will be you. As for me am not ready to follow my ancestors this early. Just prepare yourself am going to show you where we are going to party tonight.

Me: Am going nowhere. Have changed my mind.

Nderitu: Stop kidding man, rise up and prepare yourself, si you had called and told me to pick you up we go to have some drink? What is it now?

Me: Am serious have changed my mind, if it’s a drink you want take that soda over there. She left it for you.

Nderitu: She??? Ooh so it’s a chick?? What happened tell me?

Me: Please we are going nowhere tonight. And by the way you will be the one going back to where you came from.

That’s how the drinking and partying that night ended up. Now the mission was how to get to Pastor Kurian’s church the following day. It kind of bothered me to an extent I decided to open up to Nderitu what had happened. Though I knew very well he couldn’t help nor support the idea. My heart was burning to let this out. Once I told him the first thing to say was he was not going to take me there. He was truly rebellious and he had decided he will not get saved until he gets married. He even went ahead and convinced me to just abandon the idea and organize a house party that following day. He even promised to stand for every expense that day as long as the party will be held in my room. He was almost to convince me fully when he said he would call some of his classmate’s girls to the party. These two “callings” were all weighing the same in my heart. But I just remembered my ultimate wish of redemption and Pastor Kurian, and Nderitus’ idea was weighed down. I had decided now that I’ll go to pastor Kurian church that following day. The church now became my spring where I could renew my strength.

At 4 am the following day I was awake, ready to go and receive my best part of me. Ready to go and receive my healing, desperate and determined. Like the woman who for 12 years had blood flow from her body, making her physically sick and socially unacceptable. That’s how my life was not just for 12 years but for my whole life. Episode after another. I had offered the platform for all plays. Eventually I became one of the characters. And now I was dominating the play. Before this, I used to think am bewitched, I now believed it.

Exactly at 5:40 am in the morning that Sunday I was at Githurai stage under the bridge. Freezing to death due to the cold that very morning. Are you surprised how punctual I was? You shouldn’t be coz immediately at 6:00AM I got the call from Pastor Kurian. He confirmed whether I had arrived the place. He had already sent someone to come and pick me up. Within no time, the lady came. The day was full of surprises, coz not only did Kurian just call me exactly at 6AM but the angel who was sent to come and pick me up did not struggle to locate me. She came directly to where I was as if she knew me. Dressed all in white. She also looked like a surprise.

Follow me brethren” that’s all she could say.

Not even greetings first? I asked. She said nothing. Birds would have been a better audience.

I followed her blindly, we went down in a shanty street. I could not believe what I was seeing. We had better be passing by. We then arrived at some place at the middle of a plain field. There were over 60 cars parked there. I knew this was the place. The church members must have really known who God was long time ago. I could see the true definition of blessed church. But why in the middle of the slum? Is here where my former pastor came to? Before my questions could get their answers from who knows who. We arrived at the entrance of the church. I thought I was the first one to get to church coz the door was locked. After some few minutes the door opened after what seemed like eternity and there was some two ladies who were just right at the door. One with a bowl and another with some white wrappers.

This was becoming strange and not surprising anymore. The dump lady now decided to speak.

Wash your hands and take those clothes and wear.” She said. I did exactly that.

After I was done another door sprang open and what I saw gave me some goosebumps. All the church members were dressed in white while the church carpet, wall and also the roof was in red. The worse combination I have ever seen. I crawled my way into the sanctuary. I should have sensed danger in this early. What was I thinking to come to such death threatening place? I was then told to give out all the money I had first before I got in. I had three thousand shillings in my pocket which I had planned to pay my rent the next day so I had to give out that amount. Hope I was to get back after the service. When I gave out this money I got a conviction of fleeing the place. Had I a better option that morning, I would have taken it. However, there were only two things on offer that morning: I could get in, listen what this church has in store for me and hope to get the salvation. The other option was to turn away in defiance and stay with my burden for the rest of my miserable life. On getting in I wished I had taken the bitter option. I went in.

Immediately I got in the church, they all started singing and shouting in a language that I had not heard in my entire life. In fact the time I set my first foot inside the church, they started singing and shouting threatening to destroy my eardrum the church had the most electrifying praise and worship teams in the universe, that can vigorously praise and worship for hours without experiencing something called sweat or even swallowing saliva. Their movements were also strange as they were always running around me in the name of initiating me into the church. This was not a normal was abnormal just to say. I really had a difficult time in that place. I started feeling dizzy and weak. As the time went by, my head became heavier and heavier. I could not bear this anymore. I was in the wrong place. I had no doubt that now I was sitting on a quagmire. I was now paying the price of being too naive.

I attempted to ask for release but they all busted in laughter. It’s right there that it dawned on me that this people were Devil worshipers. My own pastor Kurian came forth with a cup full of blood and demanded me to take it. The blood was to seal a covenant between them and me. It was now the time to determine my destiny. God or the devil. Good or evil, were the only two choices available now. And the time was not on my side. It was a matter of life and death. I filtered out all the disturbances and directed my attention to my soul. As soon as I raised my eyes to the cup which was ahead of me. The words of my late mother on her last day ran on my head. “My son, I ask you to remember that you cannot retain your self-respect if you are loose and foul of tongue. A man who is to lead a clean and honorable life must inevitably suffer if he makes careless mistakes. You should know the temptations that beset all of us in this world. At times any man will slip. I do not expect perfection, but I do expect genuine and sincere effort toward being decent and cleanly in thoughts, in words, and in deeds. And my son, never accept to date the devil no matter how saved he or she is. Beware of your choices, son.

When I tried to stretch my hands to pick the cup which Pastor Kurian was offering me. My hands became weak and the glass fell down. They all bowed down to apologize to their gods for what had happened. The doors sprang open and I was commanded to leave the place for I was not accepted. I couldn’t spent another minute in that place, I took to my heels and disappeared in the mist. I was not ready to offer my soul and my life to the devil, never. I would better run home and see what Nderitu had in store for me in my room.

Part 4 coming soon…


KithyLouise is a Nairobi Based Writer. IT software engineer by profession and Creative Writer by passion. She loves writing about her personal experiences, travel and telling short stories. She is a young talent promoter and a Youtuber. She has also written an online book series that she wishes to publish one day.

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    December 21, 2016 at 10:52 am

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