“Inemesit, come here.”
I barely recognized my own voice — it sounded like someone who was both ready for war and surrender at the same time. Deep. Commanding. Hungry.
She didn’t even hesitate.
Before I knew it, we were in her room, on the bed, door slammed shut — only that I had no idea who did it. Maybe her. Maybe me. Maybe the Holy Spirit left the building and a different spirit entered.
And let me tell you, what followed was nothing short of a natural disaster.
HURRICANE INEMESIT!
TO BE CONTINUED…
🔥💖”OGA I WAN KNACK”💖 – EPISODE THREE: BODY NO BE FIREWOOD 💖🔥
