We (Nigeriafilms.com) received a mail recently from one of our esteemed readers, who reportedly had an encounter with men believed to be ritualists .
According to her, she has not had peace for a long time because she failed to narrate her ordeal to the world as she promised God about 11 years ago when the incident purportedly happened. Here is her account below;
I was a batch B corp member posted to Lafia, the state capital of Nassarrawa State in Nigeria. I went there to do the mandatory one year National Youth Service after graduating from the defunct Polytechnic in Calabar, Cross River State. I served at the Auditor General’s Office in Lafia, Nassarrawa State.
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On the 21st of December, 2004, after close of work, I decided to stop by the main market to get some food stuff before I proceed home. After I finished shopping around 6. Pm, just as I waited outside the market hoping to get a bike home, a cyclist pulled up in front of me and three young men alighted from the bike. The one who sat at the exit alighted first. He had a face cap on, slightly shading his face but I still recall his face vividly. Before anyone could spell jack, he already had his left arm around my shoulder beckoning on me to mount the same bike that just dropped them. I gently took his arm off and steadily approached the cyclist and I asked him if he could take me to my address. He didn’t utter a word, he just kept staring at me.
Meanwhile the men were hanging around me but I was not scared since there were many people around. Suddenly, I felt a tight grip on my left wrist. I turned sharply to see the second man pulling me closer to the cyclist, he spoke to me calmly, that I should sit on the bike and they will sit behind me. It all happened in a flash. There and then, I knew they were not through with the bike. So, I walked away to the next available bike. I looked back to see the men leave with the same bike. I thought they were bag snatchers cause I held my bag closely. So, I simply guessed they left since they couldn’t succeed in robbing me. Luckily, I saw another bike immediately and boarded it home.
On my way home, within some couple of minutes we left the market area, heading off Markurdi road, I felt strange movement all over my body, like my body was vibrating. I felt the vibration more on my chest region. So, I reached out to soothe my chest, when I realized my breast was gone! I was completely flat in the chest, my bra felt oversized and hung loosely on me. I gave a loud scream that scared the cyclist, he almost lost control, he was riding with very shaky hands. I called out God’s name, Jehovah with a strong voice, with all my might as I could muster. I called out Jehovah countless times as I wailed bitterly. I said to God, my breast is gone Lord but I know you will bring it back immediately. I was all shaky, very nervous and afraid, crying out loudly as the bike continued in motion. Fortunately, the cyclist is a christian, so, he kept calling out the blood of Jesus. As I kept praying fervently, my breast started increasing, whenever I get frightened and shaky, they shrink in again.
I summoned up faith and started reminding God of all the miracles He claimed He did in the Bible. I reminded Him that He said Moses parted the red sea and dry ground appeared for the children of Israel to walk on, that He delivered the children of Israel from captivity with a strong and mighty hand using twelve powerful plagues etc. I told Jehovah that the day has come for Him to prove that all the miraculous works He did in the Bible were all real and true. That if it is true that He is the same powerful God, The Beginning and the End, Jehovah mighty in battle, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Alpha and the Omega, The One who has never been defeated and can never be defeated, I told Him, to prove how powerful He is. That the Devil has challenged Him and today He will reveal His mighty acts of deliverance in my life. So, that I can also testify to His greatness. I promised God that, if He delivers me, I shall tell the whole world about it, so that He will be glorified. As I continued to pray while on the bike, my breast, will disappear and later reappear. As the devil was fighting, my God was fighting also. My breast left my chest three good times. The third time it came back, the bike has reached my destination. As I alighted from the bike and gave him his fare, thanking him for joining me in prayers, I noticed I started loosing sanity. I ran off to the house to get my Bible before it became too late. I lived with my landlord and his family. I took a two room apartment from them. So, they saw me when I rushed into the house like a mentally unfit person and the wife dashed after me.
As soon as I entered my room, I took off my clothes and started praying out aloud. She got confused, since she was muslim, she left quietly and shot the door after her. I brought out my Bible and started reading the book of Psalms, I read Psalm 70, 121, 91, 3, 148, 23, 100 etc. I read all the verses on prophetic proclamations I could recall. I sang praises to God, I kept on praising him as I watch my life slowly snuffed out of me. The ritualist were after my life. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was so pale and thin, there was no resemblance of me and the image that stared back at me. My fingers were so thin, sticking to each other, my palms were sticky to the touch and white. They were very cold too. As long as I could still breath, I kept praying and singing songs of praises to the Most High God. I told Him, that they were after my soul, that He should burn down the shrine. I said it repeatedly that God should send His fire to devour the shrine completely and restore me back. Those were the last words I was muttering under my breath as I became too weak to find my voice.
Suddenly, I had strength within me. I became conscious of my surroundings. I realized I had no clothes on. My palms felt warm and when I looked at the mirror, I was me. I saw my normal self again. The face was full and my complexion returned. It was all like a nightmare. That was when I knew the battle was over. I fell down on my knees and glorified the God of battle, the greatest warrior I’ve ever encountered. Tears of joy overwhelmed me. When I looked at the clock, it was 11.pm in the night. Jehovah glorified His name in my life on the 21st of December, 2004. I owed Him the sanctification of His name. Jehovah worked with my faith. When Jesus said if you have a little faith, as little as that of a mustard seed, you can move mountains. I will say with confidence that those words are true. My faith in God made me whole.
When I narrated the incidence to my boss the next day at work, he was shocked that I survived it. He said God really loves me and he also said that my parents must have been very good people for me to have survived such. I am quite thankful to God for giving me wonderful and godly parents. I remain grateful to them, who taught me and my siblings the ways of the Lord at a very tender age. Although, I fell many times, they were always there to pick me up after scolding me. They always pray for our wellbeing. Yes, my boss was right, their prayers really helped also on this scary night of my life in a far distant land, where I knew no one but God. May God continue to bless them for us. Amen.
However, I promised God on that fateful day, that if He delivered me, I would tell the whole world the wondrous works He did in my life, but that was not to be, because few of my friends whom I related my ordeal to, became scared of me, instead. They avoided me like plague. When I told my Dad about it, when I visited home, he said I should tell no one, that many only believe in God but during trials, they don’t have faith that God is powerful enough to deliver them. So, I kept mute since then. I totally forgot that even Jesus whom many witnessed his miraculous works still attributed it to the power of Belzebub. They couldn’t come to terms with the fact that his power was from God, his father.
I didn’t know that I hurt my creator deeply for failure to fulfill my own part of the bargain after He delivered me, to publicize His great saving acts in my life. For eleven years, I have been weighed down with guilt for fear of being avoided or ostracized. I totally forgot that one with God is a multitude. I cried to God to forgive me, after realizing why God has been angry with me for so long. He revealed my offense to me on the 14th of this month. I asked Him to please give me the courage to speak out, that I cannot do it on my own. And so, He answered my prayer on the 15th of October and gave me the courage to pen down my experience and to declare his great acts of deliverance in my life. I have peace of mind today sharing this experience with the world. And most importantly, I am at peace with my God for having fulfilled my vow.
So, may I assure you that God is real and He is still as powerful as He was in the past. He only needs your faith to reveal Himself to you. The woman with the flow of blood, only believed that if she touched Jesus garment, she will be well again and that was exactly what happened. Jesus says anyone who calls on the name of God, will be saved. So, I am not special, I am an ordinary being like every other person out there, worst of all, a sinner. My Bible tells me that God loves us so much that He sent His son to die on our behalf, so that we might have eternal life. He can do this for anyone who believes in Him. Father, receive your glory, the honor and the power to your most holy and exalted name, Jehovah. I remain grateful to you, o Jehovah. Thank you immensely for saving me. Blessed are those who do not see and yet believe.
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