The town of Umans was quiet on the outside, but underneath its calm surface, something dark was moving. At the center of it all stood a man named Pastor Ayula, a quiet preacher who had been serving God for more than twenty-five years. He was not the kind of pastor who shouted or performed drama on the altar. He spoke gently, prayed deeply, and looked at people in a way that made them feel like he could see what they were hiding. People said his eyes saw beyond the ordinary.
On a bright Saturday morning, he stood in his office looking through the glass into the decorated church hall. Chairs were beautifully arranged, flowers lined the aisle, the choir hummed softly in the corner, and guests were already gathering outside. It was the wedding of the year, the marriage of Czecher Obi, only son of wealthy Chief and Madam Obi, and a stunning young woman named Adise, who looked like she walked out of a fashion magazine.
Everything looked perfect, but something felt wrong.
As the bridal car arrived and the crowd cheered, a heavy feeling pressed on the pastor’s chest, like a stone. He tried to brush it off when Brother MBA, the head of…Read Full Story Here……………
