We gave the strange soap we received from a native doctor to our pastor—because we secretly wanted something bad to happen to him.
We had seen him visiting that shrine with our own eyes, and the shock stayed with us. Later, when we went there about our inability to have children, the man handed us a soap and told us to bathe with it. We refused. Instead, we decided to give it to the pastor. I told Jennifer, “If he’s truly involved with that shrine, then let it expose him.” She nodded firmly. “Yes… let’s see how long he can hide the truth.”
The pastor accepted the gift without hesitation. That night, he and his wife used it since they had run out of their usual soap. She noticed the difference right away. “This soap has a very strong smell,” she said. But he replied calmly, “It’s a gift from the church. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
But the moment he finished bathing and dressed up, everything changed. It was as if something had entered him. Without warning, he ran out of the house. His wife was shocked and tried to hold him, but he pushed her away. “Leave me alone! I must deliver a message!” he shouted in a strange, unfamiliar voice.
He kept running until he reached our house and started banging heavily on the gate. It was deep into the night, and the street was quiet. The noise echoed loudly through the darkness.
“Kingsley! Open the gate!” he shouted.
“Who is there?” we asked nervously. Thankfully, we didn’t open it. We looked through a small gap and saw him—sweaty, restless, completely unlike himself. Jennifer clutched me and whispered, “Don’t open… something is wrong with him.”
“Kingsley! Tell your wife to come out—I need to sleep with her so she can conceive!” he shouted, hitting the gate repeatedly. “The spirit commanded it!”
“Pastor, what are you saying? Are you okay? Don’t you have your own wife?” I replied angrily.
“Yes, she’s inside… but it’s your wife I need!” he yelled desperately. “Please let her come out—even if it’s outside, I don’t care!” He began tearing off his clothes, completely out of control. Neighbors began opening their windows, watching the strange scene unfold.
I looked at my wife, completely confused.
What is happening?
Is the pastor losing his mind?
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