It was mid morning. Ojo was prepared to embark on his evangelical trip to Ayegun, a moslem community, in his morris manor car.
"My dear, do you think that this car can take you on the round trip because of various faults it developed in recent times?" Ruth, his wife, asked.
"I believe so because of the last comprehensive repairs carried out on it by the engineer." Ojo responded, feeling his pockets for keys.
He found them, carefully tucked in the left pocket of his trousers.
The tough trip began on the road filled with hills, valleys and saturated with potholes.
As if the car wanted to clear Ruth's earlier doubts, it began to sound, "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."
He later arrived at Ayegun safely, well powdered by the dust-rich road.
He pulled up the car a little distance away from a mammoth crowd who gathered for reasons that were not immediately clear. He alighted, carried out some cleaning: of body and clothes; and moved closer to the people.
He perceived that the atmosphere was tense, not conducive to entertain any questions as planned.
He joined them in front of one story building hosting the people speaking in ushered tunes in groups. A few people who stood alone wore mournful looks. Those who sat down rested their heads on their palms.
Ojo folded his hands across his chest watching with interest to get a clue to what really transpired. Soon, he overheard two men coming down from the first floor discussing:
"The woman was dead already." one said.
"It would have been better if she had put to bed before she gave up the ghost." the other man added
It was then that Ojo had a better understanding of the situation.
He was quiet not knowing what to do or say.
Suddenly, the evangelist was stirred in the spirit, "Where is her body laid?" he inquired, almost all eyes were directed at him.
A man mournfully led him upstairs forcing their way through the crowd.
"Call me the husband!" he ordered,
The man came in with two of his close friends on either of his sides.
"Can you excuse us, please?" he said to them. They hesitantly left the room.
One said to the other, "Let's wait and see what he wants to do with it. Maybe he will eat it."
"No, he may want to raise her from the dead." the other responded mockingly.
People within and outside were calm waiting for what will follow.
Ojo said to the husband, "Man, let not your heart be troubled. The Creator of heaven and earth, the God of all the spirit of men, will raise your wife back to life."
The man only nodded his head looking at him with loss of hope boldly written on his face.
"Thank you Lord for allowing such a time as this to come for You to take glory." Ojo said, raising his hands and face up to heaven.
The husband's eyes were glued to the floor, tears flowing freely.
Ojo was silent. He walked up and down for awhile.
"Woman! Arise in the name of Jesus!" he thundered suddenly.
The dead woman sneezed forcefully seven times.
People thought it was Jane.
"Jane at it again with her persistent achoo. She ought not come outside on such a windy and dusty day as this so long she remains allergic. She should have stayed indoors with shut windows." many declared.
Another group of people rose in her defence, "She is a member of this community, she has the right to come out freely."
Many people offered her the regular "Bless you!"
They missed it!
It was the crying of a new born baby that followed the achoo which confirmed that mother and the baby had been revived.
Everybody was elated. The women broke into singing.
Afterwards, Alhaji Tiamiyu asked, "What's your name and where do you come from sir?"
"My name is Evangelist Ojo and I came from Tioya. The Lord sent me here to plant a church to rescue those who are perishing."
He nodded and said, "I promise to support you in your assignment. I, with my household will join you. No other God can deliver after this manner. You have raised my hope because for the past three years, I have suffered losses of three children. "
Although there were pockets of persecution, Ayegun became Christ's.
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