POPULAR PASTOR Caught With THREE HUMAN HEADS in His Car
The Dark Secret of Pastor Enoch
On a rainy Thursday in Port Harcourt, police flagged down Pastor Enoch David’s sleek black Prado Jeep after an anonymous tip. The man who stepped out, dressed in a pristine white suit and red tie, was no ordinary figure. As the general overseer of Holy Fire Dominion Chapel, Enoch was beloved—known for scholarships, rent payments, and gentle prayers. Yet, when officers demanded to inspect his boot, his charm faltered. Offering a stack of foreign currency, he pleaded, “Let me go and do God’s work.” The officers refused, and upon opening the boot, they found two fresh, bleeding human heads wrapped in cloth. The crowd erupted in horror as the truth emerged: the heads belonged to Enoch’s daughters, Chisaram and Deborah, whom he claimed were studying in Canada.
Enoch, once Enoch Nwachukwu, was the quiet son of Reverend Matthew Nwachukwu, a fiery preacher whose voice shook walls. Among his four brothers—Paul, Tochi, and Caleb, each a powerful minister—Enoch was the soft-spoken one, inheriting their father’s Zion Light Apostolic Church, renamed Holy Fire Dominion Chapel. His acts of charity drew crowds, but he lacked the miraculous flair of his siblings. At a major crusade, his brothers performed stunning healings—a lame man walked, a blind man saw, a mute woman spoke—but Enoch failed to heal a madman, who mocked him as “empty.” The crowd’s whispers and his brothers’ success left him hollow.
Desperate for power, Enoch sought answers from his brothers. Paul dismissed him with calls for faith; Tochi spoke of branding; Caleb suggested Enoch wasn’t meant for miracles. Humiliated, his church emptied, his wife left, and his daughters withdrew. To protect them, Enoch locked them away, claiming they were abroad. His desperation led him to Enugu, to Brother Fire, a mysterious figure who promised power for a price: the blood of loved ones. Enoch, initially horrified, succumbed, making a dark oath. The ritual transformed him; his church exploded with miracles—blind eyes opened, a barren woman bore triplets. Crowds flocked, cars lined up, and Enoch became “God’s Battle Axe,” complete with a cathedral and TV program.
But the spirits demanded annual sacrifices. Enoch gave his cousin, uncle, friend, and choir leader, their disappearances masked by his miracles. When only his daughters remained, he offered them too, their heads later found in his boot. Arrested, Enoch confessed in a police station, tears streaming, detailing six years of sacrifices to maintain his power. His mother, Mama Ebie, collapsed at the news, unable to reconcile her son’s actions. His brothers ceased their ministries, their father’s legacy tainted.
Holy Fire Dominion Chapel was sealed, its altar dust-covered, its gates chained. The city questioned all miracles, and trust in preachers waned. Enoch, in a bleak cell, mourned his lost daughters and broken faith, whispering, “I just wanted to serve God.” His story became a warning: not every healer is holy, and some miracles carry a bloody price. The devil, too, can wear a white suit.
