The Spirit Host

Christina's POVSo in our family, we take dreams seriously. The dreams or nightmares that people dream at night, we always tend to believe that they hold a meaning or a message and different dreams have different meanings or rather interpretations, and a few people are capable of interpreting the meaning of the dreams and my family and I are one of those few people who can interpret a dream. We always believed that the dreams we have always tend to show us about our future -what may happen -or what is happening to us in our spiritual lives and so as to avoid the misfortunes to take place that were shown in our dreams we had to pray against them... rebuke them in God's name and it would work!.That was what I had been taught by my parents.I had a dream a few days ago and I never paid attention to it nor rebuked it. It was when until I realized that my mother had ceased being my spiritual host it was when I

Japheth's POVI stood outside our class at the balcony. I was a form four student which was good news to me because I would be completing my high school by the end of this year.Schools here in Africa were totally different from schools in other continents and to me.... school was a torture, I never understood anything the teachers taught... not because I was stupid but because I wasn't interested and I also came to school because I wanted to avoid my father's dramas.... Yes! my father was one dramatic man and he never saw anything good in whatever I did. He oftenly opposed on my suggestions and ideas.. he never supported me nor let me make decisions on my own and that is what I hated the most because he made me feel inferior and less important.Even though I wasn't a classroom smart person, I was a street smart person and I was proud of it. At least I was good at something though my father never understood that.

Japheth's POVMy hands ached as we continued to shake the gate to and fro. It wasn't easy as I thought. As they say, "Never underestimate your opponent" and I think that this time I had rather out done myself and underestimated this gate. But still, I had a feeling we were close to achieving our goal and my instincts were never wrong.Fred and the guys who had followed him, reached at the main gate, the distance between the outer gate and the main gate was about half a kilometer or so. I saw them throw stones on the gate while shouting loudly. It looked hilarious and I almost laughed but based on the situation I was in, I had to save my laughter for a later time.Then, the gate that the remaining boys and I we're shaking vigorously started causing some cracking noise and it bent on one side. The guys and I moved aside as the gate fell on the inside. My plan had worked, and I was happy though the plan wasn'

Christine's POVToday, after those boys left... seemed awkward. The day became different as security men wandered to and fro the school which was not per the normal.The teachers weren't present in all classes. Actually, no one was  attentive in class... Most girls were still having panic attacks while others laughed and made fun about the day's going. From time to time, I could catch Trizah and Jackie looking at me. Were they discussing me?. Anyways I don't care about them, I was already used to them discussing me even in my presence."Hey Chris! Just want to ask if in case the boys come back for us, will you follow them or will you stay behind?". Trizah asked.I just looked at her. I knew what she wanted. She just wanted to provoke me... Nothing else!. And I was smarter than that because I was intending to ignore her questions no matter what.

Christina's POVI felt weird today. Though I had already talked to my Father and he had already sent me some cash but I had not told him what had happened early this morning. Cause I knew how over protective he always becomes and he would have come to school to talk to the teachers about it and cause chaos so I did not tell him to prevent such from happening.Whenever a parent came to school and ended up causing chaos or insulting the teachers, that particular student whose parent caused such would pay for it. The teachers would ill treat the student or punish her for the whole term, and I did not want such to happen. I hated punishments and I always tried my level best to stay away from situations whose consequences would end up with a punishment.. I was safe that way.I noticed a few senior girls from form three and form four coming to our class frequently to talk to Jackie and Trizah about some