Lucifer and the church

CHAPTER ONE The wind strongly blows outside, the rain pours so hard as if it is the end of the world. It was frightening and scary at the same time. This kind of storm came uninvited even the climatologists did not predicate such thunders. Katrina walks in a room of darkness as her own shadows follows. There was light ahead, the light she kept on following slowly unsure of where it was leading her. The bright light glowed in darkness; it made her feel as though she was reaching to glory, joy and a place of success. She looked around to see the room, to make sense of her environment. But it was nothing but darkness that surrounds her. She felt as though she knew the place and she also made sense of the massive door where the light came from. It was not a bedroom or house it was massive, a place of significance yet she could not add it up. Katrina was curious of what she will find she continued to walk towards the lights. However, something was not right she kept on walking but never reached the destination. She starts to run towards this light but still the destination was far to reach. Something was wrong about this destination no matter how hard she runs she was unable to reach it. Katrina stops to record her thought to think where she came from before she was there. She stands firmly and tries to look back before a voice from nowhere whispers. The voice slowly said something in a language she did not speak. She tries again to look back and the voice repeated. It was like it was trying to stop her or tell her something. There was no point in listening to the voice Katrina had to take one good look from where she was coming from becoming she did not even know where she was going. Katrina slowly turns her head and a light blinds her eyes. She falls on the floor covers her eyes with her hands and screams “my eyes, my eyes, I can’t see ”she screams. Katrina tries to open her eyes but could not see anything even the bright light that came in her directions. Her eyes were covered but darkness and nothing but darkness. She rolls all over trying to recall what has just happen. Eventually she falls so hard on the floor and opens her eyes. Katrina came back to her senses and realized that it was just a dream. She opens her eyes and stares at her hand.”What just happened” she whispered. She wasn’t blind she just had a dream that kept on haunting her for a month. Katrina stands up and stretches herself that was a hard fall from her queen size bed. She opens up the dark curtains in her bedroom and stares outside. It has been heavy raining but she did not even hear a drop of rain. Surprised she moves away from the window and takes her cell phone from the headboard. It was 08h06 am the hour when she is usually in her office writing a paper or out in the field collecting data. Katrina was an anthropologist and writer who wrote articles and journals on taboo practices such as witchcraft, religious controversies and anything that interests her. Even so, she focused on more particular on the ancient beliefs of the African people and the taboo witchcraft tales which were told over the centuries. A Sangoma or a traditional healer MmaItsi in the Limpopo province was her main source of help. Katrina was not a typical woman fascinated by the mistral elements in the world. She mainly spends time researching on issues such as science, taboo rituals and different beliefs. She did not only consider herself an anthropologist but a spiritualist, naturalist and a woman who solves mysteries in this universe. She walks to the bathroom to freshen up before heading to meet with Dr. Pheko. He was very interested in her presentation a week ago about “The ancestors walking among us: worshiping the gods”. He wanted to see this young woman in person before he flies back to Cape Town. Even so, Katrina was excited but did not know what to except. She was very confident about her presentation and has done her research. The only question she asked rapidly was why a Doctor in theology wants to see her. This was a respected man of honour and power. He was very famous for his books on religion, DVDs on the true gospel. He was not only a theologist but was a pastor in a church he runs. He lectured theology in the University of Cape Town but resigned to fulfill his mission in the church. How come he wants to see a mere anthropologist who has nothing to do with religion? Katrina was not even a big fan of Dr. Pheko but heard about him and his work. She stares at her image in the reflection of the mirror.”Dr. Pheko why would he want to see me? What is it that interested him to this work?”she asked brushing her hair. She remembers that the aim of the presentation was on the gods in Africa and how ancestral worship began. It was not controversial but something she has always been fascinated about before the arrival of the Europeans in Africa and before Christianity. The morning sun shines brightly outside as if it never rained last night. The meeting was in two hours in a local café. She nicely dressed in a long brown skirt and a spaghetti white t-shirt, she also wore her feather ears rings and bangles she brought in Kenya when she went on vacations. They were very unique and meant a lot for her. She had her short black hair in a ponytail and wore eyeglasses that made her light hazel eyes glow. She often asked questions about her ethnicity and identity. She had this flawless, golden caramel complexion, her hair texture was black and straight often grew faster than other kids. She preferred to have her hair in an 10 inch length and not very long to fit in. She was raised by her grandmother after both her parents died in a car accident when she was five years old. Her grandfather died ten years before she was born and was a Tswana traditional healer. Although her grandmother was coloured and spoke both seTswana and Afrikaans. She considered herself black but was often mistaken to be colored because of the language she spoke and her physical appearance. The history or formation of the coloured population goes back to 1652. After the first European settled in South Africa in the Cape in 1652 they traded with the Khoisan people and the colony expanded. There was a collision between the Khoisan and the European, which eventually lead to the Khoisan losing power to the European. They were used for labour and sex. Therefore the children of these groups formed today’s coloured populations. Katrina went to the kitchen to have make herself some coffee. It was an addiction she never leaves her house without drinking a hot cup of Jacobs coffee. She was far away in thoughts, thinking of her boy friend Dave. It has been a while since the two saw one another .But she was hoping he could drop by that morning before she meet with Dr. Pheko .“I just wish you could come maybe I’ll be able to focus” she said a bit nervous about the meeting. She took a sip from her coffee and glanced at the watch she was wearing. When she placed the cup on the kitchen counter the door bell rang. Katrina had no doubt in her mind that it was Dave the person she wished and hoped to see that morning. She rushed to opened the door and saw Dave standing there, he was taller than her ,had this gorgeous brown eyes , a chocolate complexion and had a nicely done hair cut . “Hi, stranger” he said welcoming himself in. Katrina had no words this happens almost every time. She would think of something or someone and out of nowhere they will appear .It was weird and strange how the universe works. She believed that we are all psychics and possess some powers within ourselves whether you believed it or not.”What on earth are you wearing? ‘he asked giving her a warm hug.” I’m okay thank you “she replied ignoring the question. The two of them went to the living room and Dave took a sit whist Katrina stood up .” I’m having coffee would you like some?”she asked .” I don’t like coffee remember?’ he said. Katrina smiles and joins