Once upon a time, in an organised Church Workers Retreat, (either in Deeper Life retreat or early days of Redemption Ministries), after the exhaustions of the day through fasting, prayers, ministrations in word and exousia by the Spiritual General and his team of spiritual firebrands, I got fagged out and it was time to lay me to rest at night  (could be at Enitonna High School or Harbour Girls Secondary School). While I was cruising up on my well prepared blanketed school camp space, flat on the floor, with a bit of consciousness, guess who do I see by my side, the General himself! - He had preached, prayed, casted out devils and layed hands, almost vomiting his intestine in the process and just needed a place to lay his head. The Guest was too great for me to accommodate, for I was awoken by the blast of his heavy snoring sound, you know he was very good at that! My lord was a great man, AGIDIGBA. I doffed my Cap, took a bow and relocatedto share with other brothers, dedicating my palasea space to him forever thereby;  He had a sound sleep and space. Apart from this, he had been very Dear in so many ways. Sleep on Master. Shalom!