Sultana's POV

After, a week, I was discharged from the hospital. My parents never let me set my feet out of my house alone. They drove me to school, to church, stopped my fellowship and bought clothes for me themselves. It got really annoying.

Like what a sane 14 year old girl, I tried my best to escape the new prison that I call home, but, I felt a strong conviction by the Holy Spirit to stay. Then, the time came. Dad was admitted in the hospital for some reason. Mother had to stay with him. I was still confined in the house, left with Joe who was treating me like I was a helpless two year old without feet. Okay, okay, I went a bit too far.

So, Joe had a 'very important' phone call by his 'friend'. He practically turned red when he discovered that I could hear their conversation. Joe, being in his final year in college and 18 years old, has a few female friends. I never really liked one especially. She's beautiful. Has a beautiful name, Aurora, a rich family........ you could go on and on about her perfect life, but, I never felt safe around her. I kinda stole a glance of her picture on Joe's phone's wallpaper. She looks like this ⬇️⬇️

With my just recovering head, I couldn't think too much about where John was heading to when he mumbled an excuse and left the house. I literally shouted; "Yay! Thank you Jesus!"

It was a Wednesday and there was a mid-week service at my fellowship. Though, I was already thirty minutes later but it's better late than never.

I wore a dark blue dress and some red flat shoes and took a red purse. I was about to stop another tricycle (keke) when a familiar lady in a beautiful dark blue VENZA stopped by me. I recognized her at once. She was the one that tried to pull me out of the tricycle before the truck hit the tricycle.

"Hello, dear. It's nice seeing you in one piece. I knew that we'd cross paths again. I hope you are fine."she said with a smile. She smelt of chocolate milk.

"Good evening ma. I'm fine thank you ma. Thank you very much ma for paying my hospital bills that day." I said with a curtsey.

"No problem dear. So, where are you going to? I'll drop you off there."

I described the area of my fellowship.

"Get in. I'll take you there."she said kindly.

I didn't hesitate. I preferred a car to another 'keke'

"Thank you ma."I said as I opened the door and entered into the car. I was greeted by the air conditioner, a soothing gospel music (she's definitely a Christian. I felt it.) and a stronger waft of chocolate milk.

My phone vibrated nuti ignored it.

She engaged me in a small conversation.

"How old are you?"she said as she drove.

"I'm fourteen ma."

"Good. You should be in SS2 now or Year 11. Whatever you may call it."

"Yes ma."

"Great. Now, to the serious talk."she said in a serious voice.

Which serious talk now? I thought.

"You're in danger."she said casually.

I gulped.

"Yeah. You had life-threatening illnesses before, you almost died in an accident but, what is coming is greater and more dangerous."she said with the most casual and easygoing voice ever.

Does she even know me?

"E-Excuse me ma b-but why?"

She laughed.

-Silence-

"You need the Holy Spirit."she said in a very serious tone.

We had arrived at the fellowship building.

She dropped me off and repeated her last statement.

"You need the Holy Spirit."

I nodded and said 'Yes ma.' as calmly as I could. She waved and drove off.

The fellowship was almost over but I met the atmosphere....... well....I don't know. It was charged.

I saw people on the floor thanking God. I was shy, a bit, being late.

An usher beckoned to me to come closer to her. She directed me to a room where I saw some familiar faces. I never really got time to make friends there but I recognized some people. They were about my age. They were about twelve. All focusing on a pastor who was quizzing them. I joined them.

Then, an ice breaker,

"Your name is Sultana. Right?"the pastor said. "I remember you."he said smiling.

"Your question is actually a personal question from your perspective."

I just came.

"Are you baptized in the Holy Spirit? If yes, how did you feel when you first got baptized?"he said reading from a question card.

My heart skipped a beat. All eyes were on me.

"Uhh, no. I'm not baptized."

He gestured for all of us to stand. We stood. He started preaching.

"Jesus left the earth and sent us his spirit to help, comfort, guide and teach us. Most of all, to get power. 'And you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you.' Acts 1 verse 8. Without the Holy Spirit, you are powerless. Being powerless means being prone to afflictions, accidents, torments and suffering. If you want to be free from these evils, you need the Holy Spirit. Now, if you want the Holy Spirit, raise your hand. Above your head please."he said with all seriousness, boldness and with a lingering tinge of authority and conviction.

My hand went up. Many other hands were up.

"Now, before you receive the Holy Spirit, you have to be born again. Yes, if you aren't God's child. You won't have access to His Spirit and inheritance. If you want to be born again now, raise your right hand. Thank you Jesus."

My hand was still up. I can tell you that there was a serious conviction in what he was saying. I was born again. My hand was up to receive the Holy Spirit. I made sure I rechecked my ways. I hadn't backslid.

After he led others through the prayer of salvation.

"Lord, I'm here at your feet. I am sorry for my past ways. I want you to accept me as your son/daughter. I accept you as my father and I believe that you died for me and rose again to save me. I am a sinner, forgive me Lord. Thank you Jesus for accepting my soul. In Jesus' Precious name we have prayed." ⬅️ The prayer of salvation (p.s, if you're not born again, you need to pray this prayer ⤴️☝🏽

"Now, pack all the chairs to the corner over there."

(He pointed to a corner at the back of the room)

"Raise both your hands, all of you."

The summary of what happened next:

We sang a worship song that made the air around me tingle. Then, he asked those who were baptized to begin pray in the Holy Spirit. I don't know why, but, tears welled up in my eyes.

Then, he asked those who couldn't pray in the Holy Spirit a.k.a ME, to pray to Jesus to pour his spirit on us (me actually).

He started singing a worship song then, he started to pray in tongues too. I kept on praying for the Holy Spirit fo so long that I felt like he wouldn't come. I was about to give up and run out of the room to cry when, I suddenly felt lighter.

I felt different. The tongues of others grew louder and louder. I had my eyes closed. Before you could say 'Jesus Christ', I was somehow tossed from where I was standing originally to a far corner of the room. I didn't know what to expect, but, I knew something was coming. Something powerful. And strong.

I tried to hold my mouth when the pastor called out "release your tongue and be plain before Jesus". I was fighting back tears. I was being moved from one point to another by a very powerful force.

I finally let go of my tongue. It came like little babbles at first but, the next few minutes I was rolling on the floor speaking...no, blasting in tongues. I couldn't stop. Some people tried to hold me back but I was out of control. I got up at one point and started praying for others. I reached out to one girl especially. I was literally dragging her about praying into her ears. I grabbed another girl who was possessed by a demon that made her blind at times. I kept screaming into her face until I was sure it has gone. I prayed for the others too. After praying for them, I collapsed on the floor still praying.

The service came to an end. I was still praying. My phone was vibrating. I was still praying. I was pulled up by the pastor. I was still praying. I opened my eyes. I was still praying. Talk about an encounter.