I HAVE EXPERIENCE

I sat on the cloud for weather to frequently complete it showering climax, because millions of people have cry on me and needed a Jabezom respond. I waited and waited, the world re-capture my images, and wrote on it 'a powering vessel'  I try riding my Pentecostal moon to the dark, I discover, two in familiarity, one as successor and the other as possessor. One had long standing disputes and the other had peace with little lad. I try negotiating myself with them, I then discover, I had to split one because of their wickedness.
    'My name is Saviour A Willie; I spoke to myself, my selfless burden and I said Let me visit them.,,........................................
CHAPTER ONE
Edam had travelled without any source of income in his wallet. Edam had left home boringly, his son seems to play trick when he told him about his bulging result and needed his support to take in another. Edam feared poverty and so, instead of his son to remain lonely, he organize and brought in a dark huge brown fur mathematics teacher. Previously, eze had goaled up himself never to study; he plan having girls cheek twisted, he plan negotiating with friends whose prices aim at collecting micro-chips free score.
    gbegiri, Edam's wife had tried flogging his son's skin to her thirst, yet still...........and thus, he remain guilty and stubborn in her sight.
  CHAPTER TWO
Eze is now a huge handsome man whose eye's enrages at his father's deed. He is a tobacco seller. He sprinkles his arm's for money. He is sitted in an armchair on an open air platform wearing balaclava and littering cigar Egunje.
CHAPTER THREE
Edam is back from traveling, a true confirmation when he saw him and pretended as if he wasn't the one. Who pretended? It was Eze.
  He proudly step down from the car hoping to see his improvement and mathematics teacher behind him.
Moreover, he said 'Breaking my brain with much reading won't provide me drink.....nor money's
Edam genuinely felt the phenomenon of happiness seen Eze from afar off with a piece of sheet penning down something, he thought he was reading.
CHAPTER FOUR
  'Ugh!' I knew it! I knew it! Walking closer, Edam saw eze, his son wrapping unbanned tobacco leaves, holding a cuboid curb, giggling and muttering languages silently. Edam shouted 'Eze, what are you doing? Gbegiri flounced out with two pots of tobacco and she upset in her look, complaining on her son's face with annoyance 'who brought this to my house? It was an octave whining noise she'd made and Edam lean on her.
   Eze wored back his dark glasses, he staggered out, looking at the dark world, he said to himself 'it's beautiful'
CHAPTER FIVE
  Onto the sidewalk of Edam, Eze whistle them goodbye remark. Eze is gone out by hanging cuboid curb full of tobacco leaves on his neck and the sky blewing it showering waters on him, he flew to the world of swampy forest. It is a dark world, where women survive by oxygen and live by sexual blood hunt from any male gender that found himself there. Old creatures, logistically say, it's alright for women, full of lesbianic rapist and concubine.
Old creatures, logistically said, isn't right for women, vampires and deadly Wolf's cometh to betray them.

Eze, after mingling with them, trying to sell it out to them. It's unfortunate;. 
     He's their fashion designer
     Coward, eating fresh meat     
gotten from human hunt's
Drinking human blood and merry with them'
All the women come perpetrating him with sex.
CHAPTER SIX
Edam is woke from sleep and wanted to discuss an important issue with her. It was about his smallish lifestyle that he was play-acting with it. He vigorously exposed after gbegiri is sitted, his later years shrouded clustering images as he mourn with high-pitched voice that he was the cause of his father's death, and his wife 'gbegiri' gazing up, born of inward execution and ducking on him a hard stiffen stave. Edam regretted why he should've exposed it to his wife 'gbegiri'. He got wounded on his joint and she clobbered him more and more.
  Edam, after experiencing such, how pouncing and strong his wife is, he went out to merry at one political party that charitable night.
  CHAPTER SEVEN
    The door has being locked, and all the women flounced back to Eze's room. They bore out his shoe and his clothe, and pull out heavy metal on him. He's tired and refuse to accept their rule. His heart knocking for repentance.
'I went back to the cloud, and saw how sorrowful he is" I myself was shedding tears, I had to set him free'
CHAPTER EIGHT
  The night has fallen, and the women have gone astray with deep sleep. Eze woke up, clothe himself, wearing his barefooted shoe, he flew to the door 'it was blinking red and white' it was closed with padlock.
         'He had another key on his cuboid curb exactly, he brought it out an open the door'
The women do say 'He has gone, where is he? He is gone; check the door way?
Eze heard their voices, he knew they'd woken, that, they are coming after him, and he smirked and got himself through the gate of swampy forest, and with speed, he ran home.
   CHAPTER NINE
     After Eze had left and return home, all the women heard another strange voices, it was a powerful spirit from that same forest. She wore red and black wish sucks, her face brownish and covered with dark pinafore clothed and had white sparrow on hand.
     'I tried helping them, but non had a remorse'

CHAPTER TEN
  The women bat up themselves with squeaky leathers roaring out the window. She caught up too, joining them to fly..,......... . ..................

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                                       I NEVER KNEW IT WAS KUMUYI
                                       THE MAN WHOM GOD SENT
 




My mother told me of a man without an old grey hair. She said, he luxuriate in sky scraping twilight zone. She said, his room are jam-pack with sacramental flower's. She said, he catnap(sleep) with fresh anointing on his tongue and had a huge souls and present continuous power's in his hands. She said, he is blameless and he wakes to see more days. She said, he longs for humble sincerity.

Inside his house are mansions of room and the frame of his window are rich in wreath.



Early at noon, I woke and seek for bread. A stranger came to me. She state's me a parables, and my eye's to see the Revelation of the end time.
    She cheered me up, and said, am guilty that I'd to think before I could see. My heart cry and cry until my knee's knelt to pray. She left my hand with Bible and she pull out bread from my hand. I look at the wall of my roof, and I saw the picture of kumuyi.
    


                                                              I saw him at the retreat, sitting at the palace of ecstasy with a large comfortable chair having a bottomless gear.
     My mother said, he was speaking with Andrew osagie. She said, he was speaking with Erison Daminabo. She said, he was speaking with Pastor Nkeruwem. She said, he was speaking with Pastor Walter. I doubted. But, she said, he was covered by heavenly Angel's.

  
He preaches in tears and he aim at saving the world. She said, when he was thence, grace followed him althrough. I  thought I was a fool and when I met him, my story change. 






        At dawn, my  dad prayed with us and went out. I, my sister and my mum were the only one left home. Though we enjoyed the breakfast, and suddenly, we heard a knock from the door. My mum ran into the kitchen, and I and my sister went into the room and hide under the veil. Next to the door was an unknown voice, and we didn't know if they were thief or Suleiman, until we heard a gun shot.
     My heart stiff and scared, and we'd no phone to communicate nor talk to our dad. We didn't know that, someone from outside had pushed the door open and so they came in.  From the veil, we saw all that'd happen, but, we couldn't talk. It strange thief anyway. They wore red mask and white gown.
      We stayed there until one had a quarrel, and he was asked to swear. Another man walk in, in black suit, woring red tie and had a thick white shoe on his leg. We thought, he came to free us, so we ran out.
         This men saw us coming and ran to popped me and my  sister up. They dug a huge grave beside our kitchen where my mum had been, and tried burying us. This man on black suit open up a book which we didn't know what it stand for, and call their attention . I was scared, thinking that he has a magical power, that he want to witch us.
     Unknowingly, he  made a statement that tortured their inner mind and that he arrested them as he did to Paul on his way to Damascus.  I was catnapping when those men drop us down, and knelt their knees on the floor of our roof, looking upward and confessing all they'd done, secretly.
      Our Father stepped in. We believe he's back from work. Seen the multitude of men in his house he became a screamer and started screaming. This man walk to him and said to him 'fear not, I came to save You'.
   My dad turn his eye's back and saw us crying, and we told him all that'd happen, and he felt pleased and fold his arm, and bow his head on the floor and worshiped him.

   In the twinkle of our eye's, those men gave all their weapon including their bullet to this man, and he call the police on phone. And when they'd arrive, he handed over the weapon to them. I and my dad call back  the man as he was about to live. We asked him what is his name. Suddenly, we heard the sound of a cock crewing, and he said to us, that he is
              'K U M U Y I'

My mum ran out from the kitchen and said.
             Kumuyi odoho ye obon.mi, ete, "Tie mi ke ubok nnasia, tutu nda mme asua fo nnim fi ke udorukot".

         Yak enyin Jehovah edi se ekomde ke emi ye ke
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                                                    FLAME'S AND ASHES





 
  "Victoria's volition sounds deeply impressed at her sister's fashionistic character, even as Odesina gave her a sisterly kiss and got broke in tears, she wasn't shy telling her mum of her bizzare convoluted stories and how she flipped herself round the bed'.
Etche is back from retreat. It was her first time for her to partner with etisalat trainees convention. She wears blue velvet and her shoe weighs her six feet. She's holding her vacuum bonanza bag, with a pair of chewing stick on her left. She'd been smiling when Street passer's faced her and grin at her beauty. She's the mother of two children 'victoria's and odesina's.
  She comes home singing and crooning how etisalat had given her a welcome certificate, and still hoping to see her children again.
      At her entrance, she saw a man with a white gown sitting on an armchair and clicking finger on her children. She didn't know that, it was her husband. Her dad Mr ELF when she was young about eleven took her away from him. It was because, he pregnated her.
    The instincts of her's came to reality that every mother are never and can never be coward's, she must take and bare the consequences.
     He staggered to her like a drunken master, and like a pub crawl, and she said to him
             'young intelligent man, I can see that; you are wearing my daughter's glasses, and therefore seeming seriously. But, she confirmed him an owl'.
After she'd finish speaking, the man responded, and calleth her name first  'Etche'. She gasps back at him. So optional, who told you my name? The man started crying while speaking
             'Haven't you read about my history? I am the father to your children, and my name is Ibeh, I live with my mum here in ILaye.
She gasps after she'd heard the tone of his voice sounding familiar and think towards his conduct.
     She recognizes that he was the man who pregnated her when she was eleven, and that he was there to live and spend his time with her. Her old fashionistic, sybaritic lifestyle flushed away and she got her parental freedom. She embraces him and he lifted up his paw.
It's morning; Ibeh had gone to work, and Etche remains on bed sleeping because she's pooped down by yesterday labour, and her children are wake, and seeking for pizza. They were hungry and needed morning breakfast. Mr's Etche, still sleeping on bed had a dream of how she married a huge cockroach, and she reproduce and gave birth to a bunky pithon, and that she grew becoming a dictator, and the pithon ruin the land.
         Secondly, she'd a miscarriage of how she buried her children.
     Thirdly, she dream't of how she drank with her blanket and got snooze with cigarettes. This is twelve hour and yet she's unaware. Her children at the kitchen shouted and shouted and haven't heard her voice.
      Odesina and her sister plan of what to do, that will make her shed tears. So they did eat and went into the kitchen, pour out bucket of dark dust, and pour out one litter of kerosene. Odesina ran into the room and hide under her bed, and Victoria hit the drum thrice and light on the matches, and Mr's Etche heard the sound, and she woke up, and rushed into the kitchen and found two bodies burning as if it was Victoria and Odesina her daughter's, it was burning with great flame's. She sprinkle the kitchen with water mixed with foam and the fire stop. She stepped in, and saw only ashes in form of dust. She call's her children's name twice and heard not. She wept sore, calling on Omega. Omega was a native priest who delivers dead bone's, and woke spiritual being in them. It unfortunate, that, Omega had travelled twelve year's ago to a  strange land and haven't return.
    
   Victoria and Odesina heard her cry but chooses to be quiet. It was to teach her some parental lesson and her responsibility.
    Her husband come's home with his brown xalic car, with a bag of pizza, and had two packets of chin chin on his pocket, expecting to see his children, at least to welcome him. Rather, it was his wife 'Etche' crying, crying and crying. Her conscience disturbing her because she'd no excuse give, talk less of what to tell her husband. He walked up to her, cleaning her tears with his paw and having pity for her. He asked 'my wife' who did this to you? She yelled in pain's. 'I lost my two children' What? In annoyance, Ibeh went into his kitchen and saw what she had said. He flounced out, and took with himself a pair of knife rushing to kill her too. By now, Etche has left the house, and he knows where she is up to. He jumped into his car and went to fetch her. As he drove into Iseyin lanlate community, the spirit of killing her roses in sparrow. It has gone. He came down from his car and saw her sitting under Iseyin lanlate mango tree, he walked up to her and sit beside her. She feels the cool and love for him.  She can perceive his fragrance perfume spread all over his body, and she lay herself down on his lap, and her eye's closes to rest.
   After some time, he woke her up and took her hand into  his car and drove her home. Back in car, she's wake and she can breathe normally. Ibeh asked her, if she could provide him another child, and she vowed to him according to their tradition, two children is enough for her' this word make her to blabbed with Ibeh her husband to remarry again. Ibeh looks at her, and she presume it was okay, because her dream had change to a woman of death bone's.
  
      It surprises her, when Ibeh had open the door seen numbers of people both men and women jubilating and singing Acapella, and some playing drums, while some blowing flute and some other instruments. It was like her dream and her husband eye's too. Someone came to them and led them by the way to the podium. As they wanted to climb the podium, Ibeh and his wife saw Victoria  and Odesina alive and they shouted "CHINEKE"
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William Kumuyi



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 Friends there is a man making my life overly worthwhile, i was moved to share a brief history of this incredible man of God with you..... He is Pastor W.F Kumuyi, my father and my mentor.  
               Enjoy his glossy images  then go through his brief profile.


Pastor William Kumuyi
The General superintendent of Deeper Christian Life Ministry
Born William Folorunso Kumuyi
June 6, 1941
Erin-Ijesha, Osun State, Nigeria
Nationality Nigerian
Occupation Pastor, Author, Televangelist
Known for Holiness preaching
Website www.williamkumuyi.org
William Folorunso Kumuyi (born 6 June 1941)[1][2] is the founder and General Superintendent of the Deeper Life Bible Church situated at KM 42 on the busy Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, Nigeria. He is the author of several books.[3][4][5][6][7] In the early 1970s Kumuyi worked as an education lecturer at the University of Lagos.[8]

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Life

Pastor W.F Kumuyi was born into a Christian family in Erin-Ijesha, Osun State, Nigeria. He completed his secondary school education in 1961, and in 1962 started teaching mathematics at Mayflower School in Ikenne, Ogun-State, from where he proceeded to the University of Ibadan and in 1967 graduated with a first-class honours degree in mathematics.[9][10] He became a born-again Christian in April 1964.[11][12][13]
Kumuyi remarried in October 2010 in London, about 18 months after the death of his first wife, Abiodun Kumuyi whom he married in 1980.[14]
In April 2013, Kumuyi was named as one of the "500 most powerful people on the planet" and Deeper Christian Life Ministry named as "the World's largest Megachurch" by Foreign Policy magazine (FP).[15]

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  • Ojewale, Banji (6 June 2011). "Kumuyi: 70 years of sacrificial service". Nigerian Tribune. Ibadan, Nigeria. Retrieved 14 September 2012.

  • Iwuchukwu, Francis (13 August 2009). "Kumuyi Speaks For The People". AllAfrica.com. AllAfrica Global Media. Retrieved 27 February 2011.

  • Kumuyi, William (1997). The Lord's Prayer. Lion Hudson plc. ISBN 978-1-85424-370-6.

  • Kumuyi, William F. (1990). The Hour of Decision. Zoe Publishing. ISBN 978-2367-70-2.

  • Kumuyi, William (2009). Supernatural Supply in All Situations. Yorkshire Publishing. ISBN 978-0-88144-416-2.

  • Kumuyi, William F. The Truly Liberated Woman. Life Press. ISBN 978-978-2908-25-4.

  • Kumuyi, William F. Power As of Old. Zoe Pub. and Print. Co. ISBN 978-978-2367-23-5.

  • Koschorke, Klaus; Schjørring, Jens Holger (2005). African Identities and World Christianity in the Twentieth Century. Harrassowitz Verlag. p. 74. ISBN 3-447-05331-3.

  • "Kumuyi: tomorrow belongs to Africa". Farmington Hills, Michigan, USA: The Gale Group. 1 August 2006. Retrieved 27 February 2011.

  • Fasehun, McNezer (13 April 2009). "Of Private Jets and Lot's Wives". AllAfrica.com. AllAfrica Global Media. Retrieved 27 February 2011.

  • Ankomah, Baffour (1 October 2006). "This is Deeper Christian Life: an outsider's view through the eyes of Baffour Ankomah who travelled to four West African countries in August to see how the Deeper Life Bible Church is affecting lives.". Farmington Hills, Michigan, USA: The Gale Group. Retrieved 27 February 2011.

  • "Pastor Kumuyi Remarries". AllAfrica.com. AllAfrica Global Media. 31 October 2010. Retrieved 27 February 2011.

  • Ankomah, Baffour (1 October 2006). "I don't want anything fake". Farmington Hills, Michigan, USA: The Gale Group. Retrieved 27 February 2011.

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    Night Vigil


        
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    NIGHT VIGIL

    Written by 
    Saviour Willie Marshal
    and edited by
    Obaji-Nwali Shegun
    * 

    "Out of curiosity, she etched stealthily to a dark
     corner opposite the boy to see his face,
     unfortunately it was Mugodo the boy who 
      talked to her about Christ, the boy who converted her to Christ.   "

                                                                           *
    After the night watch service at Holy cathedral Church, 
    Matilda greeted the lay pastor that officiated the night vigil and stepped out of the church auditorium. She smiled as she entered a taxi-cap that conveyed her down Creek Road Market.

     Inside the cab she returned her self to the memory lane; the thought of who and what she had been before she got converted marveled her; back then in the world she was rudimentary, contemptible and contaminated. She spends most of her times in nightclubs wriggling her larger-than-life ,classic and marathononic waist with the intentions of luring men’s eyes to it. 

    She smokes cigarettes and cajoled God over and over again . When her parents cautioned her she flung her fingers in the air tagging them antiquated, barbaric and old-fashioned. She’s the lousiest girl ever, sharp-tongued and danced to the gallery. She had her crafty way of defiling church leaders with extremely convoluted sensual body languages, she was overly carefree and disobedient. 
    But now in this taxi-cap running very fast into Niger Street like it was suicidal, after those years, she marveled at who she is today, a great observant and much prettier that the glassy ballerina she had been jovially called by friends at Enitona High School.
    Now, unlike before she hates to play around like erring minions and heartily dislikes the music that was curated by godless entertainers.
    Her falling apart had began as she grew into adolescence with bad friends she now fondly called minions. 
    They had lured her into smoking, going out in the night and used high-powered android phone. In a birthday party, drunk and completely oiled she had slept off with the android PHONE banging hot music through the earphones into her ears until her left ear shattered to flaps and she became partially deaf. Her mother accused her father of being the reason behind Matilda’s deafness but her father told them it’s never his fault but Matilda’s fault since she choose to meander with gofers and minions. 
    It was during the period of regretting why she had joined the minions that she was approached by  a young boy that led her to Christ . And ever she had been happy in the lord  
    *
    The taxi dropped her at creek road market junction. She is on her way to carry the school bag of her sister in her mother’s stall. It’s midnight and she was scared her heart beating  very fast as she veered into Gumbo line. 
    In front of one of the Gumbo stalls  she saw a young nebulous boy shredding down the front window of the stall with a short axe. 
    Out of curiosity, she etched stealthy to a dark corner opposite the window to see his face unfortunately it was Mugodo the boy who  talked to her about Christ, the boy who converted her to Christ.  
    *
    Matilda fell on her knees and said ‘how art the mighty fallen’. 
          

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    Saviour Willie is the curator of this blog, He's the Editor of Willie Marshal Literary Manifestations.  















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