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🔥THE MINISTER🔥

Episode 18
....was shocked to still find him in the house standing.

"Yes, what are you waiting for?" He screamed.

Presido froze to the spot. He didn't know when he started sweating.

"I..... actually, I..... I...... mu.... mummy..... a ...... asked me to wait", he stammered.

"DEAR! DEAR! DEAR!" He called loudly.

"Yes darling," she replied from the kitchen. Quickly, she left what she was doing and rushed to answer her husband.

"Why did you ask this beggar to wait?" He shouted. Both his wife and Presido were bewildered. His wife was quite taken aback by his insensitive statement. She knew her husband to be very insensitive with words but she didn't in the least expect it to be someone like Presido. He could lash out on other people but not Presido who had been of a great help to them. She remembered the countless errands her husband had sent him without giving him a dime. Just last night he was still talking about another one that would cost the young man nothing less than fifty thousand naira and her husband had no plans of giving the young man any money. She had told him times without number that it wasn't a good thing to do, but her husband had turned deaf ears to her words. He often said that it was an act of service and that it was his grace that opened doors for Presido in some areas of his life. She often wondered what sort of a man she had married. Sometimes she would want to give the young man some money, but she didn't want to do anything to paint her husband bad.

"Honey, he's not a beggar na. Why would you call him that? I asked him to wait because I want to give him something. Do you have a problem with that?" She said calmly.

"Yes I have a problem with it. How dare you want to waste my food", he retorted.

"Honey please calm down. I don't know what he might have done or said to upset you, but I apologize on his behalf. Please be lenient with your words. Moreover this young man here has done so much for us in the past. Have you forgotten...."

"Hold it! I don't want to here any thing again. I want this man out of my house NOW!!!"

"And you (he turned to face Presido), what are you still doing here? If I ever see you here again, I'll feed you to the dogs" he shouted on top of his voice. Presido didn't even wait for him to finish before he bolted. He was weak, hungry and tired but adrenaline covered all that up until he was few meters away from the house. He stopped to rest and catch his breath for some minutes. He was frustrated. If he had his phone, he would have called his friend to come and pick him up but how was he to do that now? He sat on a concrete fence in front of another house thinking of his next line of action. He didn't have any family he could contact. How was he to contact the people he shut his door against a decade ago?
His body ached yet the sun still chose to smile at him. He just wished he had collected the food before Pastor Segun came out. It had been a while since he had a decent meal. It was the suya he bought with the last hundred naira with him that was holding him till now. Even the money he used to transport himself down was burrowed and he had promised his neighbor that he would return it as soon as he got back. Now he didn't even have money to return home. At that point, it got dawned on him that he was alone. He realized all his life he had been building castles in the air. He had been making over one million naira from his office, he had never thought of saving because, well, it just never occured to him that there could come a time in his life where he would find himself where he was now. He was given his position as the Youth President mainly because of this. It was when he started giving to church projects in millions that he became recognized and was nominated for Presidency. All these years he had no savings, he spent his money on ministry, enjoyment and friends. Not even his relatives benefited from his money. He was so happy knowing he was giving to God's work. Or so he thought. Now the same people who had commended him and pushed him into doing so were the first to throw stones at him. For the first time he realized, "life wasn't fair". As he pondered on this things, he didn't know when a car....

To be continued....

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Episode 17

He knocked gently on the big black gate that stood in front of Pastor Segun's house. The security guard came out seconds later and let him in after going in to seek permission from his boss. He ushered Presido in afterwards. He met his wife seated in the parlour watching television. She wasn't paying much attention to the television when Presido came in. She seemed to be busy with her phone. She directed Presido to the study where Pastor Segun was seated reading a book with a cup of orange juice on the table. His reading glasses were seated on his nose. He was wearing a coffee brown trouser with a black polo. The room was cool. There were three shelves all filled with books of different sizes, colours, types and authors. There were books by Kenneth Hagin, Benny Hinn, Joyce Meyer, John Hagee and many more. It was obvious the man was studious person. He probably spent most of the time in the study reading. That explained how he mostly referred to them in his teachings. Of course it wasn't Presido's first time in the house but it was his first time in the study.

"Good morning sir," he greeted.

"Ah.....Good morning our Presido. You didn't tell me you were coming. I was shocked when Mufu said you were here. I hope all is well. Have a seat", he offered him a chair near the table.

He sat down slowly thinking of how to present his matter. He had been thinking before he left the house and still had not come to a conclusion on the best way. He resorted to just go with the flow.

"So to what do I owe this impromptu visit?" He said closing the book and taking a sip out of his juice. He removed his glasses and placed them gently on the table.

"Well, ( he cleared his throat), I.....I.....want to.... discuss s....s......something with you sir. I.... apologize for not calling before hand. I actually.....," He stammered.

"Yes, I'm listening. Be fast I don't have all day", Pastor Segun cut in.

"Sorry sir. I actually, I lost my job few months ago sir. It's not been easy ever since. I have been trying my best to get another one and it has proved fruitless. I have lost my car and my rent would be due in few months time. In fact I didn't eat before coming because I've run out of food. I couldn't call because my phone was stolen yesterday. And....."

"Okay.....so how is any of this my business exactly?"

He was taken aback by the nonchalant reply Pastor Segun gave him. Wasn't this the same man who had sought several favors from him? The same man he had almost gotten arrested for. Why was he behaving so callous now?

"Well, sir, I was wondering if you could give me some advice and also lend me some money...." As he mentioned "money", he cut in immediately.

"I don't have any money to lend you," he said curtly.
His mouth widened in shock.
Was he dreaming? He couldn't count how many times this man had sent him on errands that had cost him over twenty thousand naira and he had not collected a dime from him. How could this man say he didn't have any money? Had he not been in church on Sunday when he had promised to give a sum of ten million naira for the church project.

"As for advice, what can I say? You youths of nowadays are always so lazy and careless in whatever you do. How could you let such a good job slip out of your hands just like that? I think you need to pray more this season. It seems like your village people are really getting a hold of you. Maybe you should add fasting to it. Anyway, I'm running late for a meeting now. You can come back next week and I'll see what I can do. But for now, I have no money to give to you"

Presido stared at the bald man wondering if he had entered the wrong house. Or was it not the same Pastor Segun?

He walked slowly out of the study to prevent further embarrassment. As he walked out sadly, the woman who was now fully concentrated on the television noticed his sad expression and called him.

"Ki lo sele Presi wa? " (What's wrong our Presi?)

"Ko si nkan nkan ma" (Nothing ma)

"I cooked fried rice, hope you don't mind", she said warmly with a big smile. Her smile alone was comforting. It was a motherly smile that made you feel safe.

"Ah, don't worry ma. I'm fine ma," he replied.

"Hmmm, I sense in my Spirit that you are hungry. And guess what, I am called to feed the hungry. So wait here, I'll pack it for you to take home," she said finally and didn't even wait for him to respond before she left.

Just then, Pastor Segun came out and

To be continued....

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Episode 16
...his phone had gone missing. By that time the man had run away. If he had realized earlier, maybe it'd have been better. But he only realized when he was few steps away from his house. He ran back but he knew there was no hope. He felt so pained. How could he have been so insensitive. He wanted to cry, but he was a man, he had to be a man. He entered his room, after running Helter skelter, he was sweating profusely. He just didn't know what to do. He wanted to confess faith but, he was too weak. He just laid on his bed thinking. Presido had been going through a lot lately. He had been sacked from his office and he was unable to tell people. Firstly because he had preached that when you lose one opportunity, ten are coming your way. But it had been over two months since he lost his job and nothing was forthcoming. He had taught his members not to never take no for an answer but the same thing he preached came to fight him. Was it karma or just coincidence?
The other reason was that, a brother had come to him with the same predicament recently but Presido had insulted him. He had told the young man that he was too lazy and that was why he had lost his job. The young man had cried in his presence that day and he had felt he was weak. Now nemesis had caught up with him. Of course Presido wasn't lazy, he was doing his job excellently well. In fact he was one of the top ranking workers in his office. He was the last person even his colleagues thought would be sacked. Even his colleagues at work were confused. The only person that knew of his current status was his friend Chika. He stood at a risk of loosing his apartment because the company had been paying for it. His rent would be due in the next six months and he had millions of other responsibilities. He has lost his car with which he used to carry sisters to church on Sunday morning. He still didn't know how to explain it to them that he had no evidence. And now he had lost his phone again.
As he thought about the things that had been happening to him the last few weeks, he realized he needed to talk to someone. He decided the best person to talk to was his senior pastor at church. At least he had a rapor with him to some extent. He would hear him out and give him advice on what to do.

"He would go to see him the following day at his house," he concluded.

Presido walked silently not paying attention to the hustle and bustle of the streets. He hoped he would meet Pastor Segun at home. Well, he did, but maybe it would have been better otherwise.

To be continued....

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