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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Kingdom of God (03/12/09)

TITLE: Kingdom Flock
By remi oyeyemi


Tega honked hard, startling her little girl strapped to the seat beside her. She’d had a hectic day and the traffic wasn’t helping. She had prayed in the Spirit under her breath to get through the day. Mark will be home early and she wanted to be home to treat him to something nice.
She leaned back in the seat and tried to relax when she heard a loud bang. Gunshots! People screamed and more shots rent the air. She instinctively grabbed her baby and ducked under the dashboard. More people screamed, glass shattered and men cursed. A robbery.
Tola wailed in her arms, she had to cover her tiny mouth with her palm to stifle the noise. She heard more noise as people cried and car doors slammed. She reached for her cell phone to dial Marks number when the car door opened on the right and a hand reached for her, she froze.
“Madam, I need you to come out now, pass me your baby”, she obeyed like a child not wanting to get hurt. She heaved herself up and climbed out of the car. The man, who’d spoken to her held her baby tenderly against his chest, grabbed her hand and started running. She panted and sweated, rushing behind him and wondering where he was taking her. They followed what seemed to her like an unmarked but well worn path. They reached a T-junction; the area was calm and serene. She turned to him hoping for an explanation.
“Stay here, Ok? I’ll be back and you’ll be fine” he said. She could see he was panting too.
He ran off immediately. It had all happened so quickly she could hardly take it all in.

* * * * * *
Mark exited the car and walked to the door of the apartment. He was so glad to be home early. He took a shower and made a Sandwich. Tega would be home late. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. Nothing much on a Wednesday evening. He switched it off again and reached for his Bible.

He was halfway into the first chapter of John when he felt a tug in his spirit. He continued reading but his mind was not at rest. He looked at the clock on the wall. 4:30pm, he still had about an hour 45minutes to kill. He put on a shirt and grabbed his keys. He had learnt early to respond to the promptings of the Spirit.

He drove out of his Estate towards the link road that led to Tunde’s residence. Tunde was his childhood friend. He hadn’t seen him for more than a year now. The area was usually quiet at this time. He felt an urge to pray. He sang praises and prayed in the Spirit not knowing what to expect, crossing a bend in the road, he slowed down as he approached a T junction.
Something caught his eye at the side of the road. A woman in a grey suit, bare foot and carrying a baby. Her head was turned away so he couldn’t see her face but she was oddly familiar. She turned towards him and he gasped, jumping out of the car.

“Tega, what are you doing here? What on earth happened?” he couldn’t believe his eyes, it made no sense. He stroked his baby’s hair and hugged his wife. She burst into tears.

* * * * * *

“Reports reaching our station have it that there was a major robbery along the Lagos –Badagry expressway at around 4:30pm today. A total of 57 lives were lost, 26 cars hijacked and lots of people left injured. The robbers, said to have been 28 in number, all escaped and are still being hunted down by the police. The State Government has…….”

Mark switched off the Radio and joined Tega on the couch. She was wrapped in a blanket with a cup of tea in her hands. They looked at each other, too full for words.

“Why were you at the road?” she asked

“I had this feeling about Tunde”, he sighed,” I wanted to see him.”

“Tunde? Our Tunde? What are you talking about?” she asked, incredulous, Mark looked confused, “Tunde left the country over a year ago, we took him to the Airport remember?”

Mark stared, unseeing. He wiped his hands across his face, got down on his knees and raised his hands. The only scripture that came to his mind was Luke 12:32


‘Fear not little flock; for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.’
Luke 12:32 (The New King James Version)

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Sharon Laughter03/21/09
Love these intervention of God - fun stories. I expected an angelic appearance - but close. One small thought- you may want to be careful of using specific doctrinal language unless you are writing only for a particular audience. "She prayed fervently, whispered a prayer, cried out to God," etc. clearly conveys your meaning without detracting, confusing, offending, etc. In that way, there are no limitations on the ministry of your story. I love the reminder of how we really should listen to the promptings of the Holy Spirit!
michelle moore03/21/09
an enjoyable and really well written piece. Great stuff.
Marty Wellington 03/22/09
Nicely done - fast paced action really moved your story along and kept my attention throughout.