Fictions by Ima.

The next morning, I awoke at the sound of my mother's scream, and as I and my siblings rushed to my parents room, there he was, with a smile on his face, my father was gone. He had slept the deep sleep to awake on that glorious morning when Christ comes and as I looked at the smile on my father's face, that was when it dawned on me, "thank you Lord for this last gift". I fell on my knees and wept, not because father was gone, but because I wasted so much time in giving him this gift, because he was never going to be around to teach me and groom me and help me in my walk with God, but as I wept, I heard a voice say you put that smile on his face and that is enough. Even though I wanted more, I remembered a story in the bible of how there would be joy in heaven for one soul saved and I smiled, because I knew then that father was going to have a grand welcome party and that was because I said Yes Lord,  because I said Goodnight and not Goodbye. So my dear friend, I k...

stretched out my hands to see if maybe I was dreaming or something of that sort, but the feeling didn't vanish, instead, it felt like I was getting bigger. I know that sounds crazy but I actually felt like I was increasing in size, like I was becoming a giant of some sort. Mum later told me that that's the feeling you get when you worship and you feel the Holy Spirit surround you, its like He makes a brave giant out of our timid and human nature, basically, your spirit man comes alive and fills the room. Back to the gist, as I felt bigger, I couldn't help myself but laugh. I laughed like never before. It was like I watched one of all those Kevin Hart or Eddie Murphy or Bill Cosby shows and I just couldn't help it, but it was different, it had a sense of permanence like it was not going to end no matter what came my way, no matter the trials I faced, it was here to stay, now, I've come to realize that it was joy that filled my heart that day and I can never trade t...

As I began to weep, I began to feel hot, it was like something was burning, like the house was on fire and it was gradually coming to the sitting room, but my siblings all seemed like they were not as hot as I was, they just all bowed their heads and began to pray. It felt like I was then covered up in flames, like my bones were being fried and my skin barbecued. I could see and feel the reality of the gnashing of teeth and the furnace of fire. I could feel it all. I cried and wept and asked how I could be saved. My sins kept flashing before my eyes, all the alcohol, the drugs, the sex, the deceit. I thought I was a Christian, I grew up in a christian home, but at that time, all my good deeds, all my goodness, couldn't save me. I cried out for Jesus. My mother always said He was a Deliverer and a very present help in time of need, I asked Him to please save me, to deliver me, that I had been a good person, that He couldn't possibly deny that fact, but there was nothing, no one...

 I wondered what made mine so different from every other person so I quickly looked up to my father and asked him why he told everyone else Goodnight and told me Goodbye. He looked at me again, and then looked at every other person in the sitting room. At that point, everyone wanted to know why as well, so everyone sat back down on their respective cushions and looked intently at father begging with their eyes to know why there was a difference. Father then bowed his head, raised his head up again, looked at everyone again, looked at the ceiling, like he was searching for the right words and then looked at me and said, My son, in the morning, when the sun shall rise and we all wake up, I would see each and every other person in this house. I would meet them again, but you, I don't know where you would be, I don't know if the sun would rise with you, I don't know if I would see you again, and that is why, I said Goodbye to you rather than Goodnight. I know, the first thing...