Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days [LATEST]

He could refuse. He could say the Spirit was not moving tonight. He could collect his offering and fly back to his mansion in Lagos and live whatever years he had left.

But Paul placed his small palm on her chest and whispered the song his late grandmother used to hum—the one about the One who was, who is, who is to come. Beatrice opened her eyes. She sat up. She asked for water. Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days

But that night, in a small room behind the crusade ground, a nurse found him sitting in a chair, humming the old song to himself. His eyes were closed. His breathing was soft. He looked, for the first time in his life, exactly his age. He could refuse