CHAPTER 20 – BATTLE OF THE BRETHREN

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDE
AS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE

Dreams in Technicolor

She was unconscious for three days.

Not coma.
Not sleep.
Just… still…She was breathing.

Like someone who left the room but forgot to take their body along.

The nurse said, “Her vitals are fine, she’s just not responding.”

I said, “Check her spirit. It’s doing conference call with heaven.”

We left her at Elder Akin’s house. That’s where we always take people who need serious intercession. That man’s guest room has seen deliverance, visions, angelic encounters, and one near-Rapture rehearsal.

But T.J’s own?

Was different.

Day 2, around 4 a.m., she stirred. I was there.

Eyes still shut.

But she started talking.

Low, clear voice.

No stammer.

“I see a courtroom…The church is on trial…Angels on the left. Demons on the right…A scroll is unrolling…And a voice is reading out… ‘Accusations against My Bride.’”

We all froze.

Even Elder Akin paused mid-prayer.

“There are names…I see robes. Titles…But the accusation is not sin… it’s envy…Envy that grew until it became witchcraft in white garments.”

Her hands began to shake.

She continued:
“One name is underlined…Someone who began with light,but traded it for platform.”

Then she gasped.
And whispered one name.

“Mama.”

Chills.

I opened my eyes and looked at Elder Akin.He looked at me.

“Mama G.O.?” he mouthed.
I couldn’t even answer.

Because I knew something we had all suspected silently…had just been confirmed spiritually.

T.J. didn’t wake up till the next evening.

When she did?

She sat up.
Didn’t ask for water.
Didn’t cry.

She just whispered:
“It’s not the people…It’s the spirit behind them. It entered through unhealed wounds…It’s feeding off insecurity… and fear of replacement.”

Elder Akin asked gently:
“Do you want us to inform the G.O.?”

She shook her head.

“No. God will tell him Himself…This battle… is between altars…Not personalities.”

Then she asked for her Bible.
That night, I went home and cried.

Because I love Mama.
But I also saw how she slowly started tightening her control the moment T.J.’s presence began to draw eyes, testimonies, and quiet loyalty.

It wasn’t rebellion.
It was recognition.
And some altars…don’t like to share the light.
Unfortunately, evil spirits have hijacked it.
It was Obvious that there were strange spirits in the church who do not want T.J there, and Mama’s insecurity, Edna’s jealousy and other hidden evils are riding on the wings of these.

Wahala be like what?
Wahala be like courtroom for heaven where accusation no be fornication or stealing… but envy.
(Trouble is when God checks hearts, and instead of finding Fornication or other kinds of evil, it finds jealousy where praise was supposed to be.)

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