STRANGE; Dream Comes True! #2

The Concluding Part

Dream Comes True #2

Dream Comes True #2

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*¤08:38am¤*
‘…so “Rrriinnnng” went my alarm before I
could open the envelope’, Pastor concluded.

alarm rings

alarm rings

He concluded his narration of the ‘vision’. He gave Bro Joe full
details of the dream except -of course; details of how
astonishingly beautiful the strange lady was.

‘Okay, so you think she’s coming to pay the tithe of N150m?’ Bro joe asked.

‘yes! A sum of N15million naira!’

“Hmmm…No wonder pastor was so excited about his
‘uncompleted’ dream
. Bro joe thought,
‘okay sir, I’ll be at my desk waiting for the testimony.’

‘yes! Thats the Faith!.’
Pastor said and adjusted his seat. He busied himself with his PC, awaiting the mysterious lady.

For three long hours he waited, often glancing at Bro Joe’s desk. Kudos to the sagacious architect who designed this office, He could see through the glass partition but Bro Joe couldn’t see him.

In faith Pastor waited or was it ‘just another dream’?

¤*11:45 am*¤
Pastor glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time this morning. And as he brought his gaze back to his PC, something shiny caught his attention. He cleaned his glasses and adjusted his lenses.

And there she was, a woman adorned with gold. She approached Bro Joe’s desk and was asking some questions. He didn’t hear a word of their conversation but he saw Bro Joe smile and open the door for her.
She smiled and took her first step into his office. Then kois-kois, kois-kois went her footsteps.

kois-kois

kois-kois

He didn’t remember the colour of the dress the lady in his dream wore; but the woman that walked into his office in a red gown with golden accessories is smashingly beautiful.
Her teeth and her jewellery seem to sparkle at intervals, and if her gait was called catwalking, she is a natural. Every thing this middle aged woman did was exactly like the lady in Pastor’s dream.

She walked in… pulled a chair, …sat down, …crossed her legs, …pursed her lips and started speaking.

Her lips were moving and Pastor sat in his chair with his mouth hanging down, watching the whole event play on like a movie he’s seen before. The words were
different but Pastor took no notice, until she finally got to the part where she dipped her hands in her purse and brought out an envelope.
Then she said, ‘pastor, i’ll take my leave now.’

Pastor remembered that she didn’t shake his hands in the dream, so he just blessed her from his seat. He didn’t even attempt to stand, for the fear of fumbling and doing wrong things. When she stood up to leave, Pastor closed his eyes in
prayers to avoid the temptation of gawking at her behind.

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*¤75 SECONDS LATER¤*

Pastor still closed his eyes and was shaking his head like he was still praying. Actually He was lost in thought, caught in a dilemma.

‘could she be an angel? …Or she is a daughter of Jezebel sent to torment me?
He thought to himself. ‘but anyways, she
brought money…she should be gone now, let me see how much tithe she brought out of her N150m’
.

As he attempted to raise up his head and open his eyes, he heard a familiar sound. It went like ‘kois kois…kois kois!’

That was how her footsteps had sounded on the ceramic tiled floor, in the dream and likewise in reality a while ago.

Quickly he resumed his pose and pretended to pray. The footsteps however sounded more subtle and muffled,
‘or was she trying to sneak in?
Did she forget something? Or maybe something dropped from her golden purse when she wanted to bring out the envelope?
…Oh no! I should keep my eyes closed!
, Pastor thought.

The footsteps came in and didnt stop at the
other end of the desk. Rather, they came to stand beside him. A hand tapped him on the
shoulder.


“The bible had many warnings of flee temptation but it never said it was easy! I have to flee this temptation now!”
He thought to himself.

‘Pastor?!’ the voice called.

Pastor braced himself and looked up wearing the ugliest frown he could feign. The face was smiling down at him.

‘Pastor?, how much did she bring?’ …it was only Bro Joe and he was grinning sheepishly.

‘Oh! You scared me’ Pastor said.

‘Your dream came true today!’ Bro Joe said and without hesitation grabbed the envelope. He opened it and brought out a cheque.

Smiling, Pastor snatched the cheque away from Bro Joe. He read the amount on the cheque and blood slowly drained from his face. He looked like he just saw a ghost.
Calmly, He placed the cheque -face down- on the table and picked up his briefcase.

Bro joe looked on in surprise as Pastor headed for the door.
Amazed, he asked, ‘Pastor? are you going to the bank without the cheque sir?’

‘No, I’m going back home!’ Pastor replied

‘-home?’

‘Yes, I am going back home to sleep!’

‘-sleeeeep? Why? Its not even noon yet?!’

‘yes, I am going back to sleep perhaps i’ll have another dream and wake up to a better day… I can’t start my week with an awful dream like this!’ Pastor replied and stomped out.

but why? Why is my pastor like this? At least, his dream came to pass today and the lady brought a cheque’. Bro Joe quizzed as he picked up the cheque.

yeah, The Cheque; The fulfilment of Pastor’s dream; The reason behind Pastor’s enthusiasm; The very reason he came early to work, clad in his best suit and now; The same reason he’s going back home depressed!

Bro joe read the cheque and stood still for a moment. He then sat on the desk and started laughing. He picked up the cheque again and read out loud.
‘…the sum of THREE THOUSAND NAIRA
ONLY
!…’

He burst into another bout of laughter, slid to the floor and said,
‘A Dream come true indeed!…Hahaha!’

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STRANGE; Dream Comes True!

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Dream Comes True

Dream Comes True

*¤7:00 am¤*

*Rrrrinnng!* The alarm chimed.

Pastor jerked awake from his dream and said, ‘today’s going to be great!’

He shook his wife, ‘darling, its monday morning, go wake the children… Today is a going to be a special monday, we shouldn’t start it lazily.’
He rushed to the bathroom, freshened up and dressed up before joining his family in the living room for the morning devotion.

‘…Dear Lord, you promised to make this year full of testimonies, so dear lord, please let there be another testimony today. Amen’ Pastor prayed.
He kissed his wife and kids goodbye and left.

¤*Office-8:05 am*¤

Giving his secretary a tight bear hug, Pastor exclaimed, ‘Bro Joe, good morning! how was your night and how’s the family?’

‘we are fine.’ Bro Joe replied, ‘you look very happy today sir.’

‘oh! Yes i’m quite expectant, I think the Lord is telling me that its gonna be great today!’ Pastor said heading into his office.
‘Come with me, I’ll tell you what today is going to be like.’

‘right away sir’ Bro Joe mumbled
I hope its not one of Pastor’s dreams that rarely come to pass!

*¤*¤*¤*

‘so you mean, you woke up before you saw the end of your dream, sir?’

‘hmmm …Yes! But I know it’ll be great.’

‘sir, you said you saw an envelope, but did not see its content’

‘no… but I’m sure its money. The Lord knows we need lots of money. Doesn’t HE?’

‘hmmm…I hope so!’

‘HOPE?… You of all people know the monetary needs of the church. You should be very optimistic and not just HOPE! When I tell you my vision you should believe it! Where is your FAITH Bro Joe?’ Pastor blared out.

‘I’m sorry pastor, I’m just being watchful…’

‘-watchful?’

‘…you know the ‘Boko’ people, it could be a letter bomb?! Or it could be a trap of the devil. Or-‘

‘what?!’ Pastor cut in, infuriated.

He had a good dream, he was hoping it would come to pass today and here his secretary was ruining his yet to begin day. He calmed himself and rebuked the devil. ‘Not on a day of joy, no I won’t get angry.’

He cleared his throat. ‘Perhaps it’s because you don’t understand my dream.’ Pastor said, ‘Sit down, and I’ll tell you the entire vision from the very top. Please sit.’

Bro Joe settled down as pastor narrated the dream he just termed ‘Vision’.

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¤*THE DREAM*¤

In the dream, Pastor was seated in his office when a young beautiful lady walked in. She reeked of wealth and affluence. She catwalked into his office, smiling radiantly. For a brief moment, Pastor saw that slow Hollywood motion picture where the wind blows the hair of a beautiful lady as she makes her entrance.

The lady wasn’t suprised. She’s beautiful and she knows it!
She probably knew the Pastor’s mouth hanging down wasn’t going to speak to offer her a seat anytime soon. So she pulled a seat, sat down and crossed her legs. She pursed her lips and said in a sweet tiny voice,

‘Pastor, you don’t remember me, do you? …I’m here to show my appreciation.’ she smiled again flashing a sparkling set of teeth -the kind of teeth you find only in close-up toothpaste adverts.

‘Some years ago you blessed me sir, I was down and low then…’ she continued, ‘you prayed that God should change my story. To cut the story short sir, my construction company is back on its feet and I just completed the biggest contract of my life…I earned a profit of over N150million…’ She then dived her manicured hands into a golden purse.
‘I am here to bless you in return.’ She brought out a white envelope, placed it on the pastor’s desk and slowly pushed it towards him.

‘what could be in the envelope?’ Pastor soliloquized, ‘it could it be cash, cheque or hmmm… a love letter!’

He wasn’t listening to her.

‘-Pastor?!’

‘hmmm…sister God bless you’, Pastor snapped out of his thoughts.

‘…so I’ll like to take my leave now sir’, She said

Stretching forth his hand to offer a handshake, Pastor said,
‘Thank you very much, my beloved sister…’ but when she humbly refused to shake him and instead she bowed her knees with a smile like a respectful innocent girl, Pastor added,
‘…in the lord, my sister in christ, God bless you! Have a good day. Thank you!’
…He waved and watch her leave.

‘oh sweet Jesus!’ Pastor exclaimed when she closed the door, and made the sign of the cross. ‘she must be an angel’.

He looked at his table and muttered
‘It must be money’.

As Pastor picked up the envelope to open it ….

*Rrriinng!* the alarm chimed and He woke up!
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Facebook Resolution

Facebook Resolution

‘Ol’ boy ten don knack o.’ Etim said

‘I’m going to bed now,’ I said. I pressed the sleep button and faked a yawn.

‘ol’ boy, you don finish your assignment?’

‘Yes now, since.’

‘give me, make I see’

‘make you see abi make I give you to copy?’

‘no o! I no dey copy you o, me, copy your work? Mba’ Etim cried out in self defense.

He gets twitchy anytime I accuse him of copying. But what’s the big deal, we do it all the time. This happens to be the only one out of seven this week that I’m doing myself. I’m not saying it’s good but to copy is easier and faster!

[and hey! If you happen to be in my department, where we get dozens of assignments every week, you may fare worse. So try my shoes before you crucify me…lol.]

‘anyway e dey inside my lappy, if you like, copy am!’ I replied and pulled the blanket over my head. I pretended to yawn again as Etim stealthily grabbed it.

Actually, I wasn’t sleepy yet, I just want to get rid of Etim. I need to observe my daily quiet time of browsing till I fall asleep or till my phone beeps to signify low battery.

Its an habit I formed years back. I rarely sleep without browsing.

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‘Ol’ boy. Your references plenty o. Na you form am?’ Etim’s voice disrupted my peace.

OMG! this guy just won’t get it! I retorted,

‘chai! E concern you? leave am, dey go your room, abeg I wan sleep!’

I eventually slept sometime past 4:30am and few minutes later -or so it seemed, I heard a familiar *rrrri i i i i innng* come from my phone and another short beep interrupting the first ring. That means battery empty!

That alarm signifies 7:00am and that second beep means I can’t snooze the alarm again cos the phone is dead. I sighed heavily and yanked away the blanket. I have to get up now or else Babi will shoot me. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily again

* * * * * * *
I struggled to my feet and dragged myself to the general bathroom. It looked unusually deserted.
‘am I the first to bathe? Today will be my first time!’

I hurried off to the lecture hall noticing that the parking lots, walkways and the entire school yard look deserted.

I peeped and saw my colleagues seated with maximum concentration on the lecturer.
Oh No! I am late again!

Coming late to Babi’s lecture is a criminal offence no one gets away with. I took a deep breath, straightened my shirt and walked in -head bowed.

‘-and why are you just coming? Babi’s voice played a scary beat on my ear drums.

‘I’m sorry sir…’ I said.

‘Sorry for yourself!’ He retorted. ‘-and where is your assignment?’

‘right here sir!’

I ransacked my small bag to get the assignment-but couldn’t find it. Could it still be with Etim? OMG. Its in my laptop in my room.

‘I’m sorry, I forgot it… at home, sir’ I mummbled and my coursemates burst into laughter.

I don’t know why they laughed but their combined laughter was quite contagious. I chuckled too and Babi thought I was playing a prank on him.

‘You think this is funny, right? Come, I’ll show you what’s hilarious!’ Babi quipped and dragged me out to the lawn outside. I prayed he wasn’t going to shoot me. He didn’t bring out his gun, instead, He ordered me to kneel and face the sun.

What the he**?!

Wait!’ Isnt this supposed to be a tertiary institution and not a primary school? There’s no way I’ll serve that punishment! I swallowed the lump in throat, and was about to protest out loud when a BLOW hit the back of my head and sent me sprawling -face down!

* * * * * * *

I turned around and the sun glared directly into my eyes. I tried to blur the rays with my palm. Then an angry face looked down at me and screamed -more like squealed!

‘Get up my friend!… After Ten don knack, you still dey roll for bed!

‘Bed?’

‘-no, you dey floor! You miss Babi class and shey you still wan spoil our group’s defence with your absence abi? Ol’ boy get up joor!’ Etim said and slapped me again.

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Then my eyes cleared and my head too. Etim had opened the curtains, I have missed Babi’s lecture and now I’m getting late for my group’s seminar presentation! OMG!

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That day I made a resolution. I’ll never-ever-again-forever-in-my-life browse Facebook at night! ☺

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