Late teenage girl or young woman in early 20s with long hair wearing a warm coat and carrying a rucksack, walking away from a handheld camera. She could be a runaway young person walking the streets of a capital city (London).

Part 11

Pastor Mrs. Johnson was rushed to the hospital. Benita was by her side doing what she knew how to do best. Rev. was with the doctor. Richard came into the ward and dragged Benita out.

“Stay away from my mum, you witch. You put her in this situation and you’re praying? I don’t want to ever see you near my mum. Take yourself and that bastard you’re carrying away from our lives. It is causing us so much.”

“Will you stop this nonsense, Zina? Because I know it’s you. My brother Richard can never hurt me. No matter what you do, I will not give up on Jesus!!!!!!!!!”

“You are insane. Benita, you are insane. Stay away from my mum.”

Rev came out from seeing the doctor. He looked down. Benita rushed to him.

“Dad, what? What is it? Please talk to me.”

“Hmmmm, my wife needs brain surgery immediately if I still want her to be alive. The specialist is not in town. He won’t be around until a day after tomorrow. I’m making plans to fly her abroad; I don’t have much time. I can’t stand the thought of losing my wife.”

Richard walked in. “Benita, if I lose my mum, I will kill you.”

Rev. replied, “Richard, if I lose my wife, I will demand her life from your hands. I will forget that you are my only son and put you behind bars. If I knew your coming back to life was to take the life of my wife, I would not have prayed you back. Right now, I just wish you never came back.”

Benita was almost going crazy. “Oh Jesus! No, no no. Father, come to my rescue. Holy Spirit, help me.” She rushed to her dad. “Dad please you have to calm down.”

“Benita,” Richard shouted, “now my dad hates me because of you? I will deal with you.” He rushed out of the hospital.

“Dad,” Benita continued, “please I beg you, remember your good works and sacrifices for twenty-five years in service to this great God. Dad, you taught me to be conscious of who I am anywhere I am, no matter the situation I find myself in. It will help me act matured and react wisely. Dad, you taught me to always stay connected to the Holy Spirit during tough situations. You said it makes me tougher and the situation easier.”

Reverend Johnson broke into tears. “Benita, my wife is dying. The specialist is not here.”

“Dad, JESUS IS HERE! JEHOVAH RAPHAH IS HERE. THE BALM OF GILEAD IS HERE. Where is your faith, dad? We can’t fight without faith. Dad, Jesus can. If he can raise Lazarus, the widow’s son, even our own Richard right in this hospital, he is still our God.”

BENITA BEGAN TO WORSHIP.

“I’ve seen the God of wonders doing mighty things; healing the oppressed, setting captives free. He’s the lily of the valley, bright and morning star, ruler of all nations, great and mighty king. Heavens declare your great and mighty power. Heavens declare your great and mighty power. You are bigger than the biggest, stronger than the strongest, better than the best. You are the great I am. You are the great I am. You are the great I am. You are the great I am.”

She continued to worship. “Baba olorun baba. Baba olorun baba. Bami she temi o. Baba Bami she temi o Baba.” She spoke in tongues. “Impossibility specialist. The specialist who is never on vacation. Doctor of all doctors. Surgeon of all surgeons. The hour has come.”

As she prayed, the doctor tapped Rev and said, “The doctor is here. He missed his flight. He didn’t travel again.”

Hail Master Jesus!!!

Pastor Mrs. Johnson was taken into the theatre. Benita went home to freshen up only to meet Richard outside with her file containing her certificate and other valid documents.

“I have been waiting for you to come home. So you will see your ruin with your own eyes.” He laughed hard.

“Is that fuel and matches? If God wanted you to burn it, Richard, you won’t have waited for me. So long as I am here, you can never set it ablaze.”

As he was about to pour fuel on the file, Danladi shouted. “Small Oga, I dey cook. My food, e don burn finish o. Smoke e don full am for everywhere o.”

“Jeez,” Richard shouted and quickly rushed inside.

Benita quickly picked her file and ran out of the compound to Shola’s house.

Child of God, exercise authority!!!

(Story copied from another source).

To be continued in part twelve

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