DARKEST DAWN 6

DARKEST DAWN

A story by Oche Jeremiah

EPISODE 6

After our warfare prayers that morning, we made breakfast together and then after eating, I started feeling sleepy. I had to go inside the room to sleep since there was nothing else to do.

As my head touched my pillow, I just zoomed off into the land of sleep like I had carried a tanker load of cement on my head. I soon slept off and again I had a dream.

The dream was something else. I saw myself in the dream this time.

I was dressed in rags all parched here and there and very dirty. I looked around and everywhere was dark, misty and scary. There was smoke coming out from the darkness. I was confused and lost. What I'm I doing here??? Why I'm I dressed like this??

Suddenly I saw a man in white coming from the other side of the crossroad I was. His white was glistering and shining and brightening the place as he advanced towards me. I was just wondering what was happening. The man on white was coming to my direction. He was holding something like a silver flask. It was beautiful and well decorated and the joy and expression on his face was also good to behold.

I waited calmly till he got to my direction.

When he came close, with joy he said “Anthony I was sent to give this beautiful gift to you.”

I was elated that its mine. I was so happy. It looked so beautiful.

As I stretched my hands to collect it, lo and behold, there was a loud shout.

“Noooooooooooo you can’t have that Anthony” came a scary voice from the direction of the darkness where smoke was coming from. I was visibly shaken just like a leaf before a flood.

From the darkness came a man with rags just like me. He was so dark and ugly. I watched him and he began walking towards me. He came close and said. “Tony, that parcel doesn't belong to you. Can't you see you are in rags?? How can a silver parcel be given to someone in rags??”

I was the more confused because what he said was true. I was dressed like a mad man. So unkempt and dirty. How can a silver flask be given to me.

“Yes, you are dirty and that means you can’t have the parcel. It doesn’t belong to you. You are not entitled to it according to my records” said the ugly man.

I tried to defend myself. “But the messenger said it's mine and that he was sent to give it to me.”

“Noooooooooooo. Nothing good must be given to you.” He affirmed again.

All the while, the man on white was just standing there and saying nothing. I asked him to tell the ugly man that the gift was meant for me and he said the ugly man knew it was meant for me.

I quickly tried to collect the parcel when the ugly man stopped me and collected it from the messenger’s hand.

I tried to drag it from him but he was stronger than me. In no time, I was down on the floor after I got hit by him.  

When I couldn't collect it back, he just laughed and laughed and laughed. He said "you don't deserve good. You've been cursed with evil and I have the legal power to collect anything good from you except that which is evil"

In pains I asked him, "but why can’t I get good?? Who cursed me? Can a child of God be cursed?? Did the Bible not say he has delivered me from the curse because Jesus became the curse for me?" He laughed and told me to forget it, that my case was special.

He went on to tell me he has a parcel for me in fact.

I thought he was going to change his mind and give me my silver parcel but rather, he brought out some black wrapped gift. It looked so irritating.

"I can't collect that. Give me my silver parcel instead" He said Noooo. I began crying and pleading. "Please give me the silver parcel. I've waited for it till now. I kept crying and begging him when mum shook me.

I was crying in reality like a baby.

Tony, what’s wrong???? Why are you crying from your sleep???? I had to run all the way here. Mum said.

I didn't even know I was crying till I woke up. My pillow was soaked. My clothes were soaked.

“Mum, I had that dream again.”

I explained everything to her just as I saw it. She sighed and said "My son, God will fight your battles"

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I was doing some laundry outside when I began hearing someone cry inside. It started with a sob and then aggravated. Since Tony’s room was near to where I was, I knew he was the one. He was pleading with someone to give him his parcel. I quickly left all I was doing and rushed inside to see what was happening.

I ran in and behold my son had wet his bed and clothes with tears. I mean he was crying so deeply and yet his eyes were closed. This is strange. I was seriously afraid. I’ve never seen him cry from his sleep before.

What's making him to cry from his sleep??? Is it a bad dream???

This sight really aroused pity from me. What has this young man done to go through all this?? I was deeply concerned. I had to shake him till he woke up.  

HE told me the dream and I was more confused than him. “If someone collects what is yours in the dream to give you another thing, isn't that a change of identity or destiny????”

I just kept it in my heart and pondered on it.

He was weak and exhausted again. He looked sick. I just asked him to stay in bed and rest.

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After that dream, I was determined to find the solutions to my fiasco because from all indication, there is a problem. Those dreams I’ve had. The collecting of things meant for me by the ugly man and his repeated sayings of nothing good must come to you except evil and Ill luck kept ringing in my head.

As I thought about what these could all mean, my phone began to ring.

I checked the caller and it was my pastor.

"Hello Daddy"

Hello bro Anthony how are you doing???

"I am fine Daddy" I replied.

I checked on you at home this morning but it seems you left the house very early.

"No sir, I actually travelled to see my mum yesterday that's why I'm not at home sir"

Okay that's good. When will you be coming back???

"Hopefully by next week sir"

Okay Brother Anthony. Please when you are back, let me know. God revealed something to me about you as I have been waiting upon him for some time now concerning your predicament.

"Ahhh Daddy, can't you talk to me on phone"?

No my brother. We need to sit and discuss extensively about it. Phone won't help at all.

"Hmm" I sighed. "I even had a dream today. More terrible than the former one I told you some weeks ago"

Is that so??? Hmmmmm don't worry. When you are back, we will discuss it and pray and I believe so strongly that God will intervene. The things that are revealed by God belongs to us. God will give us the victory at last.

"Ameeeeeeeen sir"

Please my regards to your mum. I have to go now.

I was again lost in thoughts. What could this Revelation pastor talked about be??? His voice doesn't sound like it's a good Revelation.

What can this revelation truly be?

Is it a positive one or a negative one?

Find out in DARKEST DAWN Episode 7.

Abeg, somebori should on hotspot biko. The way this data is running its becoming like ASUU ooooo.

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