Scythe on the pitch #part3


Big match day, 03:00pm

(Emirates United Stadium)…

Both team members, consisting of 11 players and a goal keeper, assembled on the lush green grass that stretched out endlessly, and encompassed The Emirates United Stadium.
One of the largest stadium in the world. Where football legends had played and recorded victories in the past. The stadium was filled to the brim, with different people from diverse race in attendance. Supporters of both football clubs, were clad in different outfit ranging from face caps, to head warmers, hand bands, towels, flags e.t.c that had their club’s logo boldly emblazoned on them. At the stadium’s entrance, a mascot, wearing the symbolic Lion’s Fc outfit the color of red and blue, stood transfixed at a spot. This attracted a lot of fans, who gladly took selfies near the mascot.

The sound system soon came alive with the national anthem of Papuchinno’s Fc club. Players and supporters of the club with their hands to their chest, sang the anthem and made the pledge. The same was repeated for Lion’s Fc, when their anthem blared from the speakers. 

Moments later, the whistle was blown and the match commenced in earnest. The ball was passed from one player to the other, opposing team members chased the ball around the pitch. By the first half, The Papuchinno’s Fc was leading against their opponent with a goal. 

Coach Pepple had set Tunde up for the 2nd half of the game, and he was jogging about the track lane, trying to warm up. The tension on the pitch was electrifying. Tunde could feel it from where he stood. He only needed to hear the whistle for a change of player, and that was his call. He anticipated it, this was his dream, the moment he’d waited for. The cocaine he sniffed earlier that morning was well settled in his bloodstream, he felt ready to conquer the world. To be the star of the moment.

The whistle was blown and he exchanged with no 7, Eduardo Gonzalez, his Spanish team mate. He ran into the pitch and in few minutes, the ball was in his possession. Skillfully, he dribbled his opponent, and was running with thunder bolt speed towards his opponent goal post. As he approached the 18 yard box, he was about to give a long strike, when he heard the shrill familiar voice “Your soul belongs to me”. Before he knew, he was sinking into the lush green grass, his world crashing before his very eyes. 

Tunde Adeyemi recognized death, sensed the cold, dark shadow of it’s approach as he labored for each breath. The will to live was strong, stronger than he could ever have imagined. Waves of agony assaulted him, draining what little energy he had left. In an effort to conserve his strength, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the groans. 

He felt trapped in the abyss of perpetual darkness. He twisted his face towards the sun, seeking it’s warmth. Stretching towards the light. He refused to drown in the advancing darkness that ravaged his soul. He struggled, but became weaker with each struggle. Each attempt to entangle himself, brought him more agony. He was barely conscious now, he was ready to accept the futility of his effort when he heard the “peaceful still voice”.

“Dear Lord in Heaven, by the resurrection power that raised Jesus Christ from the grave, I command this body to receive life, in the name of Jesus!, You spirit of death and hades, I banish you to the bottomless pit, this life belongs to Jesus and you demon have no right over his life, because Jesus Christ has paid the price. Thank you Lord, it is settled in Jesus mighty name”.

Tunde, managed to say an Amen. Just like he had heard his mother say after their family routine prayers years ago when he was a kid. He slowly tried to see who it was, but his eyes had become too weak. An eternity passed before he felt his head gently lifted and cradled in caring arms.


The next thing Tunde heard, was a loud beeping sound. Gradually, he opened both eyes one after the other. Everywhere was white and a pungent antiseptic smell hung in the air. He tried to seat up, but he felt a mesmerizing pain travel up his spine to his head. He flinched and relaxed a bit. 

Just then he heard a familiar voice and his heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw Okey. His Okey! He definitely knew he wasn’t dead. He tried to move his hand to hold him, but something refrained him. He felt a tug of a line attached to his hand. An IV. He was obviously in the hospital. 

“Relax Tunde, you are in the hospital, thank God you are alive” Okey said with a large grin.

Tunde couldn’t be more happier, he had so many questions on his mind, but he was grateful to be alive. He had never been more grateful to see that familiar peaceful face. 

The doctor came in and checked him. Hours later the pain had subsided and he was sitting up on the hospital bed. He noticed a lot of flowers and greeting cards from fans and his teammates were arranged in his ward. Coach had even dropped in earlier to check up on him, he was still unconscious then. Okey told him.

“But what happened to me Okey, I was almost certain I was gone forever, like stone dead”. Tunde said slowly.

“Jesus saved you” Okey said calmly.

In that moment Tunde understood that it had been Okey who had said those timely benediction, when death had called him out. It was God who had made that timely intervention. He understood that it took amazing grace and an unconditional love, for God to save a wretched soul like his. In that moment, he broke down uncontrollably and wept like he had never done before.
“Don’t cry Tunde, Jesus loves you and all he wants is genuine repentance from you. If you would say these prayers with me, then be assured that you would be free from the shackles of sin and hell”.

Tunde nodded his head, and said 

“I am ready to be born again”.

As Okey took his hands and led him to Christ, An overwhelming surge of peace and joy filled Tunde’s heart, and in that moment, he knew. he was convinced. That this was the best decision he had ever made in his 25 years of existence. He was sold out to Christ. 


-Ella Chikezie© 2016.

Hello there, if you enjoyed this post and you would like to be born again. Kindly take some seconds to say this prayer.

“Lord Jesus, I confess you as my personal lord and Savior. Come into my life, come into my heart, and dwell in it. I believe that you died on the cross for my sins and rose on the third day. I plead that your blood cleanses my sins, write my name in the book of life and make me whole again. I declare that I am saved by the blood of Jesus. I believe and I say Amen”.

Congratulations! If you said that prayer. Welcome to God’s family, you are now born again. Please I implore you to seek a bible believing church around your region and attend so that you can grow in faith.

“Therefore if any man be in Christ, He is a new creature, old things are passed away, behold all things have become new”.   -2nd Corinthians 5:17
Remember that no matter what happens, Jesus loves you! God bless you!


7 thoughts on “Scythe on the pitch #part3

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