After he said it, I woke up from the dream, and it’s just as if A spirit overshadowed me..
The next afternoon, while my dad was at a church council meeting and my mom was busy at her shop, I took all the pocket money I had saved inside my drawer. I wore a simple polo and trousers, slipped out of our big compound, and took a commercial motorcycle straight to the main town market.
He told me to get a Red Teddy Bear, I went to the store and get it.
I walked into a large toy shop at the corner of the busy market. The shop owner smiled warmly at me. “Welcome, my daughter. What kind of toy do you want to buy?”
“I want a red teddy bear, ma,” I said, my voice not shaking at all. “A bright red one.”
“Ah, you are lucky o! I have just one left,” the woman said, pulling out a medium-sized, fluffy red teddy bear from a high shelf. It wasn’t as massive as the one in our sitting room wardrobe, but the color was exactly the same—blood red.
I paid her quickly, shoved the bear inside a thick black nylon bag so nobody on the street would see what I was carrying, and rushed back home. I sneaked into my room and hid the bag deep under my bed.
As soon as I locked my bedroom door, I pulled the new toy out of the nylon and laid it on my study table. I sat down on my chair, waiting for the next direction.
Then he instructed me to pray VioIentIy against the Red Teddy Bear that I bought, that midnight that my dad will bow down to his strange Teddy Bear, pray in the name of Jesus, that’s the only Name given amongst men whereby we can be delivered.
The spirit inside my mind made the instructions very clear: “This new bear will stand as a point of contact. Whatever prayer you fire into this toy tonight will transfer straight into the main idol hidden inside your father’s wardrobe at the exact moment he bows down to worship it. Do not use any other name. Use the Name of Jesus!”
I was just wondering whether this would work.
“Can a simple toy market purchase really destroy a dangerous ritual altar?” I muttered to myself,. “My dad is a powerful pastor who commands crowds. Will my simple voice be enough?”
But then I remembered Tobi’s lifeless body dropping at their gate, and my anger renewed my faith. I knew there was no turning back.
That midnight, everyone was asleep. I was in my room, when a Spirit whispered to me, “It’s time!”
My Love, as we start this New Story, let’s Iike the Story, please, please 
, I don’t coIIect anything from anyone, it’s just the Éngagement and Iikes that encourages me.LINKE
Deariest, You know what to do right?, I’m talking about those that are just meeting this Facebook page for first time!, you can tap on the foIIow button, so that Facebook Will notify You immediately I drop the Next one, I’m just Saying for those who’ll like to read about this strange Teddy Bear.
My Dad is a Pastor, but every night, he ties a Red Towel and bows down to a Teddy Bear in the Sitting Room Z.
