Darasimi stood at a corner fighting the urge to pray for the king.
She finally gave up and asked the Holy Spirit to help her.
"No... You shall not die but live. Kabiyesi, I know a man that can heal you."
"Who is that?"
"Jesus!"
"Jesus?"
"Who is he?"
"He is a great healer, my master and Lord... Darasimi began to tell of great miracles of Jesus.
She knew the Oba was captivated and she knew faith had taken over his fear.
Ara, the most powerful and most feared priestess dropped the leaves she had stoop to pluck in her skin bag.
She needed it to prepare a special concoction.
She suddenly straighten and looked about her. She smelt danger.
"Someone is destroying one of my works." She thought. She hurried home.
Could it be the work she did on the Oba that is being destroyed, she wondered.
She became restless and she walked to and fro.
'Jesus show yourself, reveal yourself, let your healing power fall...
The Oba broke into a long cough interrupting the prayer.
Darasimi forced open her eyes and saw the Oba's eyes turn white.
He fell on the bed exhausted and elevated himself again.
He held his throat, strained and coughed out a live frog. Everyone gasped.
The frog ran around in circles causing disorder. Dara got angry in her spirit.
"I release the judgement of God on you, go to the one who sent you and never return in Jesus name."
The frog jumped and ran out of the room.
"We cannot lose the king like that... Iyalode oblivious to what had taken place was interrupted by the entrance of the mysterious frog into the throne room.
The frog hopped out fast leaving the chiefs gobsmacked.
Lakunle nearly fell down when he saw a frog hop out from the palace. He was shocked to say the least.
He watched the frog hop out of sight...
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