Crackling sounds, as though of rats' disturbance puzzled Mohammed, forcing him to tip toe, activating every single sixth sense and special power he had inherited from the Christ.
He stepped through the ruins that was his home and started down the stairs, dashing gazes across every available inch of room space.
There was nothing left of his home. It had been razed to the ground and solid reinforced steel melted as wax. Advancing inwards, he felt the stench of burnt human flesh consume every available oxygen. He was extra sensitive, descending into dark bunkers, ensuring that he isn't taken by surprise.
"Let me guide you from here," a voice started from behind him.
He jerked to a stop, spinning almost immediately after. That voice sounded familiar, so did the face he met as he staggered forward. His son, Yusuf Mohammed, who had been killed in attacks sometime last month.
"You look real," Mohammed started as he pressed against Yusuf.
"You glow," Mohammed stammered, "you look so handsome," he continued, letting a torrent of tears flood down his face.
Yusuf hugged and waited for Mohammed to be willing to let go. He looked him in the eye and tried to convey assurance. Mohammed felt weak, trying hard to understand this reality.
Yusuf is buried, he thought, probing as he let a mix of tears and joy resonate his face. But who is this?
"I am your son," Yusuf answered, as though he read his father's mind.
"You will listen to me and do as I say. The church is at stake if you choose not to act in the name of the Christ." He stopped, and taking his father in hand they both walked down what was left of the flight of stairs to the bunker, where Zahra died.
There was the remains of the reinforced steel door. It had reduced mostly to a body of molten and shapeless scrap. The steel still burnt. Yusuf lifted what was left and both father and son made way into the bunker.
At first everywhere was dark, with nothing but sparking sounds and burnt stench of electric wires. Then a bright light covered the entire room where they stood. It took them away from here and placed them in a room, where the leadership of the church sat.
This was a very tensed meeting and from top to bottom, everyone held a commanding role in the church, from President of the Christian Association, to President and Secretary General of the Pentecostal Fellowships. There were church Presidents, General Overseers, Bishops representing international churches and Christian organizations scattered around the world. They sat in an oval and numbered over sixty. The sitting arrangement ascended in a gallery form.
Mohammed watched and listened and digested everything he heard, wondering how he had been so deceived by the establishment. He had never imagined for once that there would be a place called the Calvary, where only the 0.1% of the leadership decided the fate of the church and the world.
"Don't you wonder why the leadership of these movements never change, why they hand over to their sons," the Christ asked, starting slowly towards him.
"Do you think private jet they fly and the mansions they dwell in was funded by private business or the coffers of the church?" He asked again.
This gathering met to purify the church, unify all denominations and also bring to the feet of Lucifer the profession of Christ. These he understood from what they said. He could tell from the sophistication of the plans they proffered that there was no help for the faithful sheep.
They sought to wipe away a category of religion, purge those that opposed their approach to life and establish by the start of the new year the religion of Lucifer. They will call it the Neo-Christi, and they that will die will have their blood cleans the earth, preparing the imperfections of man for the perfectedness of their Lord.
"What happens now?" Mohammed asked.
"We translate them all." The Christ returned.
"What does that mean?" He asked, sincerely trying to phantom.
"I will tell you. Listen very carefully. You will wipe away the church of the south. They have become corrupt. It is written in the book of psalm one hundred and thirty three verse two, that the anointing flows from the head down the beard and the neck, even to the clock. The corruption of the leadership of the church has corrupted the body of Christ. This is the wickedness that has poisoned the anointing. They must now die and have their blood used to cleans the altar."
"But my Lord," Mohammed started, stuttering as he tried to make his point.
"Wouldn't that be genocide?" He asked.
"Listen," the Christ started at him.
"When the world sinned against me, and I felt it was time for a new beginning, I wiped off the earth in a flood and started a new race." He paused. Mohammed said nothing.
"In the seventh book of Joshua, when Achan disobeyed me and stole from Ai, I wiped out his entire family. I also sacrificed innocent soldiers of Israel to the armies of Ai." Still Mohammed said nothing.
"In the wisdom of Numbers chapter fourteen verse eighteen, it is written that I will visit the sins of the fathers on the children and the children's children. I am that I am." He stopped. There was silence. He continued.
"We must protect the life blood of the faith. We must stop the curse that threatens to wipe off the earth and the faith of our God. We must act now and save all of humanity or the death of your family shall be in vain."
At the mention of this, Mohammed broke down in tears, bowing to the grief that tore sorely deep.
A screen flicker interrupted. He looked on and saw an announcement that buffered through his storm. It was the popular Lagos based pastor of the House on the Rock church, Lekki and President of the Christian Association Nigeria.
The church has for over eleven years organized an end of year praise event in the heart of the Lagos city. In the year before the church gathered over one million five hundred thousand people in one place. This year they'd make an official attempt at the Guinness book of world records for the title of largest open air concert.
"This year will be particularly wonderful," Pastor Paul started, "because we will be sitting over three million people of God. For the first time since our inception, we will be having a red carpet event on the ground ofthe concert, we will be feeding everyone with chops and drinks and all this will be for free"--
"Wait," Mohammed raised his voice, shutting his face as though containing a scene that just flashed in his mind.
"This is how it's going to be," he said plainly, struggling to come to grips with the reality that had buffered before.
In the meeting he had witnessed not too long ago, there would be an initiation of about five million people at once and these would be the pioneer men and women to bring to reality the faith of Lucifer.
"Now you see why they must all go. All of them," the Christ started, "you at this point can't stop this level of catastrophe and sophistication from darkness. You must wipe them all."
Pastor Paul still spoke, but every other thing he said made no sense to Mohammed. His mission was clear. The church will suffer death.
"Come father," Yusuf called, beckoning on him to follow. He did.
In the inner room of the bunker, he met the remains of his daughter and wife. Lying lifeless on the queen size. They glowed and had a particular warmth that likened them to the living. Their chests rose and dropped, seemingly breathing, as though they were asleep. There was no sign of altercation, no bruise, no burns, no death, just plain beauty and sweetness.
"Father," Yusuf started, looking his father in the eye.
"You might not see me after today, return to you while you be in the flesh. I am dead and crossed over to the kingdom of our God." He stopped, turning as he walked away.
"But you can have Aisha and Zahra come back to life to be with you again."
"Are you sure?" Mohammed interrupted, stuttering what was possible.
"Yes father," he replied, now pointing to where the screens used to be.
Mohammed looked in the direction of where Yusuf's finger pointed and saw a reflection of Aisha and Zahra, both smiling on him. He saw and could tell they had things to say, but for where they were. He saw peace resonate from them. They urged him to fight for their return to the face of the earth.
"Father this is up to you," Yusuf continued.
"Their return to the earth is all up to you. Do as the Lord has said, purify the faith with the blood of the infidels. Save the day."
While he yet spoke, Mohammed saw him fade into oblivion, so did his wife and daughter and all the spectacles and splendour of the spiritual that appeared before him.
He was alone, standing stranded in the middle of the dead remains of his wife and daughter. The thick smell of burnt flesh and the dead soon filled the room.
"Come with me. This is how events will unfold." The Christ called and Mohammed followed.
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