The Dream

What is this one now?" Ifeoluwa asked herself. For the past week, she had had the same recurrent dream of eating maggots. She would wake up in cold sweats and goose pimples all over.

"No! This is bad! I shouldn't be dreaming of such filthy things."
So she embarked on warfare prayers;
' Every power assigned to shame me,  die by fire! '
' Every maggot, burrowing into my destiny, die by fire!
'Every Spiritual goat, eating my spiritual yam, die by fire!'

The last prayer point was thrown in for good measure even though all she saw in her dreams were maggots. She wanted to cover all the angles. But night after night, the same dream persisted.

" Hian! I have to see Pastor Kola let us get to the root of the matter. I know he can see..." She thought as she went to the kitchen to eat the banana she had earlier bought from Balogun Market.
 
As she scrolled through her phone to call Pastor Kola, Ifeoluwa with a preoccupied mind picked up a banana , peeled it and took three bites. Pastor Kola's number rang busy.

"I'll call him back later" she muttered under her breath as she dropped the phone on the kitchen counter.
That was when she took the first look at the fruit in her hand. A few inches from where she had last bitten were...tiny wriggly maggots. In revulsion she flung the banana away and spat the mouthful yet to be swallowed into the sink.
Her phone rang. Pastor Kola was calling back.

" Ekaro Sir. Don't be angry.  I wanted to meet you to discuss something I thought was spiritual. But I have sorted it out" She said as she answered the call. "I just needed to open my eyes well before eating fruits. That's all. Ese Sir"

That night, for the first time in days, Ifeoluwa slept like a baby.  Not a single dream of maggots.