28/05/2026
My Client Brought His Pastor to Inspect a One-Bedroom Apartment in Abuja
There are some days in Abuja real estate work where you just know heaven is testing your patience.
That Thursday morning, one client called me sounding very urgent.
“Oga agent, I’m seriously interested in the apartment you posted.”
Good start.
He asked for the price.
Asked for the location.
Asked for service charge.
Everything sounded normal for once.
Then he casually added:
“I’ll be coming with somebody.”
No problem. Most clients come with friends or family members.
What I didn’t know was that this “somebody” was about to turn ordinary house inspection into deliverance service.
We agreed to meet in Gwarinpa by 11am.
At exactly 11:40 — because Abuja clients respect lateness like national tradition — one Toyota Corolla parked beside me.
The client came out first. Young guy. Corporate shirt. Serious face.
Then the passenger door opened slowly.
And out stepped a pastor.
Full suit.
Big Bible.
Anointing oil in hand.
My spirit immediately whispered:
“Today will be long.”
The client introduced him proudly.
“This is my pastor. He helps me make spiritual decisions.”
Spiritual decisions?
Brother, we are renting one-bedroom apartment, not opening church branch.
Still, I smiled professionally because commission can humble anybody.
We entered the compound.
The apartment was honestly fine. Clean tiles. POP ceiling. Steady water. Spacious kitchen.
As I opened the door, the pastor entered first before the actual client.
Not even “good afternoon.”
Straight inspection.
The man walked slowly through the sitting room like FBI agent investigating crime scene.
Then he stopped suddenly.
Closed his eyes.
And took a deep breath.
Complete silence.
Even me, I became nervous.
The client whispered urgently:
“Sir… what are you sensing?”
Sensing??
Pastor opened one eye slowly.
“The atmosphere is heavy.”
Heavy?
Oga it’s because Abuja weather is hot.
But nobody asked me.
The pastor continued walking carefully around the apartment.
When he reached the kitchen, he suddenly touched the wall and shook his head.
“Hmmm.”
The client nearly panicked.
“What is it sir?”
The pastor lowered his voice dramatically.
“There has been too much crying in this house.”
At this point, even the caretaker stopped pressing his phone and started listening.
I quickly cleared my throat.
“Sir, the former tenant was transferred to Kaduna.”
The pastor ignored me completely.
Then he entered the bedroom.
Suddenly, this man froze.
Complete silence.
Then he pointed at one corner of the room.
“What happened there?”
My heart skipped.
The caretaker looked confused.
“Oga nothing happen there.”
The pastor walked slowly to the corner and stood there like actor in Mount Zion movie.
Then he announced:
“Something spiritual happened in this room.”
Jesus Christ.
The client immediately removed his cap.
Even me, I started wondering if rent included deliverance.
The pastor brought out small bottle of anointing oil from his pocket.
Pocket!
As if he came prepared for battle.
Then he asked the caretaker:
“Has anybody died in this apartment before?”
The caretaker laughed nervously.
“No sir!”
But the pastor was not convinced.
He began praying quietly under his breath.
The client joined him immediately.
Inside inspection.
At this point, neighboring tenants had started peeping through their windows.
One woman outside even asked the security man:
“Dem dey cast out devil?”
The security man replied confidently:
“Na house inspection.”
The pastor suddenly turned toward me.
“Oga agent.”
I almost jumped.
“Yes sir?”
“Who owns this building?”
I told him the landlord’s name.
The pastor nodded slowly.
Then asked the strangest question ever.
“Is he a politician?”
I said no.
“Businessman.”
The pastor relaxed small.
Apparently politicians now come with extra spiritual suspicion package.
Then the final drama happened.
As the pastor was praying in the bedroom, NEPA restored light suddenly.
“PRAAAAAH!”
The AC came on instantly.
But because everybody was already tense, the client shouted:
“JESUS!”
The caretaker nearly fell.
I almost dropped my phone.
The pastor remained calm like action movie hero.
Then he raised his hand slowly and declared:
“It is settled.”
Settled?
Sir, light just came back.
But the client looked relieved immediately.
“Sir, so the apartment is safe?”
The pastor nodded wisely.
“Yes. But you must pray here for three nights before moving in.”
Three-night prayer for one-bedroom apartment in Gwarinpa.
Wonderful.
And the funniest part?
After two hours of spiritual inspection, the client still said:
“Oga agent, I like the house… but let me hear from God first.”
Hear from God?
Brother, landlord wants alert, not revelation.
Till today, whenever clients say they’re bringing “somebody” to inspection, I first ask one important question:
“Normal somebody… or spiritual somebody?”
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