My mama's tryna make me go for deliverance, but I said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been evil but when I come back she go know know know
Its not that i ain't got the time
but my daddy thinks I'm fine
She's tryna make me go for deliverance but I won't go go go!
See me see wahala with this my mother o! Deliverance again...5 days of breaking loosing and scattering the head of the imaginary demon that is possessing me.I think what she really wants for me is an exorcism...with her ibotic pastors surrounding me spraying holy water all over my body...me strapped to the bed so i wont get up and give them a good beating.And they shouting
"Demon! Come out from diar! how many are you inside diar? Biko tell us ya name"
if that knot should just loosen ehn...i will kick one of them..they'll know am really possessed.
Deliverance is for five days from 7am-12pm and with two and a half days of dry fasting, and night vigil from 12-3am
*temporarily interrupts typing of blog entry*(hold on pls one craze person is sucking yoghurt disgustingly mak at my back. Ill be back when she's finished)
Ehen jare...i have been for like seven deliverances abi what kind of strong demon is possessing
me that my mother thinks is still inside. Can i endure one more...wen i think about the fasting...to see food and know that u cannot eat it..Its that time all those yeye people in the house will start buying pizza,ice cream and all the oda jekuje...when u were not fasting it didnt occur to them to buy it oh.
The first time i went fot deliverance everybody was looking at me like "ki lon se eke"...the pastor came to me "sister u are dressed too flashy,this is too flashy"..i look at what i was wearing...flashy ke! in my mind i was like is it until i dress like a housegirl and barb gorimapa..will i be less flashy then.
I had done this big braids then, so the next thing i knew
three demons in disguise surrounded me and one of them pulled my hair and started loosening it..i was like what rubbish! mouth dey pain u! She was like "we don't hallow attashment in shursh'...ehen! shebi ull say that...i took the car keys and went to loosen my braids in the car i was so angry ehn..and back then i was a spoilt, troublesome motor-mouth...that mumcy had to cool me down...harassing somebody in the name of deliverance.
Anyways when i came back pastor was making an announcement if u are wearing ear-ring, toe ear-ring, hand ear-ring….(I almost cracked up but mumcy gave me the let ur head be correct look) or neck chain or wrist chain….remove it,…if u painted ur hands with curtex (nail polish) rub it off..(e easy! Without nail polish remover)…
Na so prayer start….and me am just dere saying break! Break! And every other person is acting like they have a seizure some are jumping,falling on the ground, punching the air….am like shuooo….i was scared it was my first time in the church.And I wasn’t used to this way of praying…I looked at mumcy…she sef get seizure….one person just came from behind and shook me violently..pray well! Pray well! Nobody is looking at u, stop acting too big….i almost elbowed the person I swear…..i never pray this kind way before and ur saying I should pray well nobody is looking at me..i was angry oh…
I prayed at my own pace…make I no come get heart attack….when the deliverance session was over I asked mumcy why they prayed like that and she was like..the church was a spiritual warfare church and they have to pray violently like that cause the demons will only go when u battle them aggressively….and I was like but I don’t have demons…and she was like ‘who told u”….i didn’t sleep for two days I just kept expecting one demon to jump out of me in the middle of the night.
Anyways on the third day u get to break ur fast….and u have to pray violently on an empty stomach….whilst breaking the head of that troublesome bastard of a demon u are also imagining that bread u left at home that u were going to pounce on when u get home and how u will cause bodily harm to any idiot that should just mistakenly eat it.
After the deliverance session pastor advices u to go and break u fast with juwiss (juice) and fruits and not anything heavy like pounded yam o!
Hmm can I go through all that again..if I don’t go now I will not hear word..she’ll start her continuous ranting…”laide to go to church with me…problem, come and pray with me….problem, go to market with me..problem, go on errands…at one point id want to add the problem for her and finish her sentence but I haven’t been slapped in a while and I want to keep it that way.
To be delivered or not to be delivered...that is the real question.