PART ONE of my Exposition.
I met Reverend Lucy Natasha after a friend of mine introduced me to her church in early 2014, just about when she officially began to house most of her services, mid-week and Sunday Services at Six-Eighty Hotel. I used to see her on social media but that was it, nothing much, apart from her usual contextualization of prosperity gospel to excite his fanatic congregation, because those are usually not Christians in pursuit of the true gospel.
Just like Now, she still had a palatial state of the art office setting marked with weird arts, Portraits of popular Nigerian Televangelists, I remember that of the Late TB Joshua, a 6-inch red carpet and very fine men frequenting his office, I later learnt that they were his protocol and handlers. I was a little bit shocked because I am not a big fan of Nigerian pastors, I actually don’t trust them. My friend who took me there was constantly gazing at me because I appeared skeptical over everything, especially the portrait of a known controversial pastor TB.
She loves calling people daughter, so she stretched her hand and reached out to me, “Good afternoon my beautiful daughter, Of course, my age notwithstanding I agreed and responded. I am way older than her, I dubiously smiled and responded “Good afternoon my spiritual mom, although physically I may be your mom. “She has a very good voice, so she smiled and the exchange of pleasantries was done.
I partly introduced myself and expressed part of the reason why I was there, I, however, insisted that it is my friend who persuaded me to see her because she felt that I would fit into her ministry as a deacon taking into account my passion for God’s work and at the time I needed a place to worship and initiate my ministry work.
She looked elated and clumsily said that I was in the best place. Now, there’s this brother of his, who has some slippery hair, that guy was then the P.A. She called him, and in he came with a 3-page form for registration.
I was then requested to follow Rev in a small private extension for sort of some grilling or up-close, a very small extension that could only fit two persons.
She asked me to get off my shoes and enter. I think that was now the beginning of my indoctrination into a “cult”. I started filling details on the sheet she handed to me. I was putting on my details as I popped my eyes on and off to her just to monitor things. My friends Mimi hata mwanaume hajaniangalia na macho nikablush.
The gaze was very very very suggestive, Well I ignored it because I assumed that was her nature, well she’s pretty and that’s not a far-fetched habit by beautiful girls. I filled the form while still throwing my eyes randomly on her, to signal that I needed to consult on something but that was in the guise of trying to angalia vile kunaenda.
Suddenly, I felt something chilling down my body. Have you felt cold, then a petrifying thing runs down your spine? That is what I felt and the next thing was Rev asking me to get close to her for prayer.
I actually hadn’t completed the form, but I was on my feet moving towards Lucy after that wave on my body. I then immediately closed my eyes and opened them, Alas the person next to me was not her, this was her mother (You know how close they are with the mother), and the Reverend was not there.
I have NEVER ever seen that. I remember trying to scream but the voice wouldn’t be audible, you have tried to scream in your dreams and the only thing that comes out is a distant feeling of shouting but the actual shout is not being projected, that was it.
The person now next to me (the mother) started speaking in weird voices asking me to “Tulia Tulia, Kuna Roho anasema wewe ni mtumishi”As she was saying that, weirdly I was being caressed and fondled by someone I couldn’t see. The feeling was so strong that I actually started getting too close to the mom praying for me.
For now handle that, I will be back. PART TWO LOADING……………………………………….
