KINGDOM DIVIDED
Segun Iwasanmi@iwasanmisegun212159
1 month ago
Written by :Segun Iwasanmi
Chapter 5: The Prayer of the Righteous
The air in the chamber was thick—not with incense or the scent of royal oils, but with urgency. Princess Morayo knelt, her hands clasped so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows against the mud-brick walls.
She had been restless for days.
The kingdom was bleeding. The once-thriving land, once filled with music and the laughter of children, was now cloaked in whispers and fear. Ever since Adedeji took the throne by force, strange things had begun to happen. The birds no longer sang at dawn. The wind carried an unnatural chill. And the people… the people moved as though shackled by chains no one could see.
But Morayo saw them.
Not the chains, but the darkness behind them.
She had seen it in her dreams—shadows creeping over the land, swallowing the sun. And she knew, deep in her spirit, that this was no mere struggle for power. This was war.
Not of men, but of spirits.
And war must be fought on the right battlefield.
She rose to her feet, her heart pounding like a war drum. “We must pray.”
The handful of believers gathered around her exchanged uneasy glances. The kingdom was falling apart, and all she could offer was prayer?
One of them, an elderly woman named Mama Sewa, cleared her throat. “Princess, the people say Adedeji has gone beyond what is natural. That he has consulted spirits. That—”
“I know what they say,” Morayo interrupted, her voice firm but kind. “And they are right. But if darkness has risen, then where are the children of light?”
Silence.
Then a young man, Sanya, stepped forward. “You are right, my princess. We cannot fight this battle with swords.”
Morayo nodded. “The weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds.”
She did not know what would come of this night, but she knew one thing:
If her brothers had chosen war, she would choose intercession.
Because a kingdom without God was a kingdom already lost.
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Hours passed.
Their voices rose and fell like waves, breaking against the unseen forces that loomed over the land. They called upon the God of Abraham, of Isaac, of Jacob. They cried out for mercy, for restoration, for light to pierce the darkness that had settled over their people.
Then suddenly—
A gasp.
A sharp intake of breath, like a drowning man finally breaking through the surface.
Mama Sewa fell to the ground, her frail body trembling.
The room went still.
“Something is happening,” Sanya whispered.
Morayo rushed to the old woman’s side. “Mama—”
But Mama Sewa’s eyes were not seeing the room.
They were seeing something else.
Her lips moved, but it was not her voice that spoke. It was something deeper, something ancient, something that sent a shiver through everyone present.
“The crown… must be restored.”
A cold hush settled over them.
Mama Sewa’s hands clenched, as if grasping something unseen. “A journey must be taken. A path unknown. A man must rise.”
Her breathing grew ragged. “The road will not be easy. There will be betrayal. There will be fire. But the crown… the crown must return to its rightful place.”
Then, as suddenly as it came, the presence lifted.
Mama Sewa collapsed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Morayo swallowed hard. She had seen visions before, but this… this was different.
A journey.
A man.
The crown restored.
She turned to Sanya, her heart pounding. “Did you hear that?”
Sanya’s face was pale. “I heard.”
Morayo’s mind raced. If the vision was true—if the path to restoration was real—then someone had to take that journey.
But who?
She clenched her fists. Who was worthy? Who was willing?
And then, almost as if the wind itself whispered the answer, a name settled in her spirit.
Olatunde.
Her brother. The rightful king.
The one who had been doubting himself, questioning, hesitating.
Could he be the one?
Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She did not have all the answers, but she knew this much:
The battle had begun.
And heaven had just sent its first message.
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To be continued in Chapter 6...
MORAL REFLECTION
When darkness rises, the first instinct of men is to fight with their strength. But true battles—the ones that shape destinies—are fought in the secret place.
" The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much."(James 5:16)
The enemy had moved. But the righteous had knelt.
And in the courts of heaven, the war had already begun.
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