My flight to a “new life”

Directs the young boy on the path he must follow; even when he is old he will not deviate from it. »Prov. 22: 6 This is an account of the works of God, of His mighty, wonderful, and mysterious works. I do this to obey the command Jesus Christ gave me: “Go and bear testimony of what I have done for you.” It is generally believed that unhappiness is an act of fate, and that there is nothing we can do to change the events of our life. This is true to some extent. But in the case of a child of God, there is a plan for his life (Prov. 16: 9). The realization of this plan depends on a number of factors: our intimacy with God, our idea of ​​the ultimate goal of life, and the

There are a number of external factors that attempt to influence the course of your life. Crisis occurs when you surrender your will to either good or bad. It is possible for you to love or hate.

You may wish to understand or not understand. The will to obey is the greatest strength of a born-again Christian, while the will to disobey is the most destructive force of a sinner.
When a child is left alone in the world, he is controlled by one of these two powers: good or bad, good or bad. It’s God or the devil. Everyone is faced with these two powers in life, and everyone has to choose the life they should lead. I believe that’s why the Bible says, “Guide the boy on the way he should go; even when he is old he will not deviate from it. You will agree that the dearest and closest person to a child’s heart is its mother. An orphan is an unfortunate child, much more exposed to the attacks of the devil than a child who has his parents. A mother ensures the “protection” of body and soul, but it is a double tragedy when a child loses both parents.

My story begins 22 years ago in a small village called Amerie Iriegbu Osu Item, dependent on the region of Bende, which is under the authority of the local government, in Imo State.

My parents were not among the rich, but my father had the privilege of inheriting 42 hectares of land from my grandfather, a blessing that resulted in the greatest misfortune ever recorded in the history of the family.

My father was very jealous of his family near and far, for reasons unknown to me, perhaps because of his significant inheritance of land. We were a happy family. My parents had four children: Love, Margaret, Emmanuel and Chinyere. After having their first two daughters, my parents waited fourteen years before having me (their only son) and having, later, my little sister Chinyere. This had allowed my family to taste real happiness.

But this happiness was short-lived, for the first tragedy occurred. My mother, full of love and tenderness, died. They say it was witchcraft that caused her to die. Four years later, it was my father who died. In his case, too, his death was attributed to an evil spell that had been cast on him. Two years after the death of my parents, Love, my older sister, mysteriously disappeared and Margaret, my parents’ second daughter, went mad. It was a whole chain of tragedy in the life of a humble family, until then happy. My little sister Chinyere and I were sent to our grandparents. It was then that I finished elementary school and was admitted to Item College. I spent three years there, but I had to stop my studies for lack of money to pay school fees.

Soon after, my grandparents also died. After all the funeral ceremonies, an unknown “relative” took with him my little sister Chinyere, whom I never heard from again.

Subjected to terrible mistreatment, I was forced to return to my father’s house, to live there alone, aged 13. How can a 13-year-old live among his father’s enemies, who are therefore also his enemies? How distressed I was! All of these events seemed to have brought me to the end of a life that was no longer worth living. Was there anyone to care about me? Was there anyone who cared about a little boy’s misfortunes?

One day I met a friend I had known in elementary school. His name was Chinedum Onwukwe. Chinedum loved me very much. He had heard of all the misfortunes that had happened to me. He introduced me to his parents, who welcomed me wholeheartedly and adopted me as their second son. Life became normal again. They took good care of me. I was happy again. I knew then that the God my mother prayed to when she was alive existed somewhere, since He had given me new parents. At least that’s what I thought. I experienced this happiness for almost two years. Then the devil knocked again.

Chinedum and his parents made a trip to Umahia, and their car crashed into a truck carrying dirt. Chinedum and his parents were killed instantly!

Upon hearing this news, I passed out. You cannot imagine my grief. I managed to survive the funeral ceremony, shopping and providing firewood for those who cooked. Then I returned to my father’s house, doing the chores of a servant so that I could feed myself.

I continued to do odd jobs on the farm, in the gardens, going fishing with the elders, until one day a man from my neighborhood hired me to work on his farm, for a pittance. He asked me a whole series of questions. First, he asked me to show him my father’s land. Then he offered to give him part of the land. Then he told me that the wages for the work I would do for him would consist of a meal in the evening in his house. But how could a fifteen year old boy know his father’s land? Then, what right could a boy of that age have to give this land to someone, even if he was a close relative? I refused his requests, which angered him. He swore he was going to kill me in the forest. I got scared, I got fled and I cried for help. Unfortunately, no one came, because we were in a remote place, in the middle of the forest, but it was God who helped me. The man chased me with his knife, but I was younger. I was too fast for him. I fell into a ditch about six feet deep, and the grass covered me.

He looked for me, then gave up after a while. Later, I got out of the ditch and returned to the village by another path. I told what had happened to the elders in the neighborhood but nothing was done. This is the sad condition of orphans. This event had created a real hatred in my young heart; nobody loved me, nobody cared about me. I wondered why they wanted to kill me, when they knew that I no longer had parents. My life was filled with suffering. I know now that it was God, in His love, who stopped the devil from suggesting that I kill myself.

I turned to the Church, and I became a full member of the Assembly of God in my village. I still am. Unfortunately, no one took care of me.

Yet some members of the church knew me. It is important to note that I became a full member of this church, without even knowing Jesus Christ. I never knew what it meant to be born again . If you’re in the church of Jesus Christ, where I was myself, give your life to the Lord Jesus Christ.

Scripture says, “Cast all your worries on him, for he cares for you. »(1 Peter 5: 7 – The current French Bible). It was in the midst of all these trials and sufferings that ALICE made her appearance! Alice was a young girl I had known in elementary school.

She was five years older than me and came from the same village. We were in the same class, sitting on the same bench, and we became very friends.

During these childhood “loves”, we promised ourselves to “get married” when we grew up. It was ridiculous! An 11-year-old child, without parents or education, who had no food to eat, and who made a promise of marriage to a girl five years her senior! Later, Alice went to Akure to do her high school education, and sent me dozens of “love” letters.
When I saw Alice again, I was fifteen and she was twenty. She had finished high school and worked at Standard Bank (now called First Bank) in Lagos, where her parents lived.

Alice, who had learned what had happened to me and who knew my condition, took advantage. She persuaded me to join her in Lagos, and gave me her address, with a sum of 50 naira!

(National currency of Nigeria, N.E.) It was a fortune for a fifteen year old boy who had never earned more than two naira a day. It was a heavenly manna. This meant that Lagos had to be a wonderful place, where money was plentiful, and where everyone could enjoy the finer things in life. I then decided that I had to go to Lagos to earn my own money and also to acquire wealth.

For me, going to Lagos was the only way to escape. Run away from my father’s enemies, from hunger and all the troubles. to run away ! to run away ! Yes, run away from all that was bad!

To be continued

Chapter 2: Initiation

here is a way that seems straight before a man, but in the end it is the way of death. »Prov. 14:12 “But the wicked are like the stormy sea, which cannot be calm, and whose waters stir up mud and silt. There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked. Isaiah 57: 20,21 Life without Jesus Christ is described exactly in the verses above. I left my village provided with 50 Naira and the address given to me by Alice. I fled towards deliverance, freedom , pleasure and all that came with them.

But you will see later that it was far from what I had imagined in my young heart.

When I arrived in Lagos, everything was so beautiful to me that I compared it to Heaven, whatever it was.

I saw all these tall, beautiful buildings, and in every face I could read happiness (that’s what I believed). People seemed very busy, each going about their own business. I was excited and I was like, “Now I know I’m free! I arrived at Akintola Road on Victoria Island and was well received by Alice and her parents. They knew me and knew my past, because they were from the same village as me. But they didn’t know anything about my relationship with their daughter. Then Alice introduced me to them as the man she had “chosen” to marry. The parents were shocked but, after discussing with their daughter, agreed to the condition that they take care of continuing my education. Alice rejected their offer and demanded that they allow me to live with her in her apartment. The parents could not accept this but she insisted. They had a heated discussion on this subject for four days and then, under an inexplicable influence, they agreed and I moved in with Alice.

Alice, a very beautiful girl, told me that she was an accountant at Standard Bank and that she wanted to make me rich and give me everything I needed in this life. She said to me: “You just have to settle down and have fun. After all, my first impression of Lagos was good.

A few months earlier, I had been in a small hut in a small village, in the midst of hatred, plunged into famine and suffering. Now I was living in a big city, in a well furnished apartment, with a beautiful “wife” who had promised to give me all that life could offer me. She covered me with gifts, money, clothes, “love”, etc. I never suspected that there were so many “good things” in the world. The devil is really deceptive. The Scripture rightly says: “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that the sheep may have life and have it abundantly ”3 (John 10:10).

Dear reader, the devil never gives a free gift! Everything he gives you is at the cost of your soul. This state of euphoria was short-lived, for after a period of three months strange things began to happen.

Mysterious experience

ne night, I woke up in the depths of the night and found a boa constrictor next to me. I wanted to scream but it was impossible for me. Some nights, having woken up, I saw Alice’s body as transparent as a plastic bag. Some nights she would disappear and reappear. Other nights I would hear strange noises, dancing in the living room, etc. I could no longer bear these disturbing events. So I decided to question Alice. Her first reaction was violent and she gave me a serious warning. She said to me: “Don’t ask me that question again, otherwise you’ll have to deal with me.” I knew then that my life was in danger. I preferred to suffer in my village than to experience the things I had discovered. I was afraid of Alice. Two days passed. She returned with smiles and gifts, and she hugged me. She told me how much she loved me and wanted to take care of me. She encouraged me not to be afraid and promised to explain everything to me later. She took me to a nightclub and reminded me of her promise to make me rich, etc.

She said to me: “one day you will know everything I know!” We returned and life continued between us as if it was normal, but I knew inside that I was in danger. But how can I escape, and where do I escape? It is important to note here that Alice’s parents did not know that she was, despite her young age, deeply involved in the occult and spiritualism.

She sternly warns me never to tell them if I care about my life. Dear reader, can you imagine a 20 year old girl doing all of these things? The outside world saw her as a very beautiful and harmless young girl working in a big bank, but she was an agent of the devil. There are many Alice-like young women in the world today, as you will find later in this book.

A horrible discovery

One day after she left for her job I decided to search the apartment. She was young, but the apartment was well furnished. She had four refrigerators. Opening one of them, I saw human skulls, and different pieces of human bodies, both fresh and dried.

There were skeletons behind the ceiling. In another corner of one of the rooms (I later learned that it was one of his “rooms”), I saw a pot of water filled with blood, with a small tree in the middle of the pot, a calabash and a red cloth next to it. I couldn’t continue. I knew now that I was a dead man.


As I didn’t know where to go to escape, I gave in to whatever could happen, be it life or death, and decided to remain silent. Alice came home from work and, from the way she looked at me, I realized that she knew what I had been doing at home, while being in her office. My encounter with the occult The next day, she asked me to follow her to a meeting. I was already a captive and had no choice. We walked to a very tall apartment building outside of Lagos. This building had an underground conference room. When I arrived, Alice ordered me to enter backwards.

I obeyed and walked in backwards. She did the same. The hall was very large, and nearly 500 young men and women were seated in a circle. Sitting in an elevated place was a man without a body, whose head could only be seen, and who was the Head. Some of these young people were undergraduate or graduate students, others were professors, and so on. Alice pushed a button on the wall. A seat came out of the floor and I sat down. She pushed a new button, and another seat rose from the floor. She sat down there. She introduced me to the congregation as a new member. They applauded me and welcomed me.

As a result, Alice received a promotion. I did not understand anything that they discussed during this meeting. At the end of the meeting, as we were getting ready to leave, the Chief asked me to come back alone the next day. It was my first encounter with the occult world. That night, around 2 a.m. (this is the time when all the Dark Powers and their agents usually meet, and perform their dangerous operations), Alice woke me up and revealed some fantastic things to me. She said to me, “I am not an ordinary human being; I am half human and half spirit, but mostly I belong to the spiritual world. What you see in my room is what I use in my prayers each morning, for the spirits to guide me throughout the day. When the skeletons, I’ll tell you about it later. I don’t say a single word. She brought me some books concerning the mysteries of the world, for me to read.

Having an inquiring mind, I decided to read them. In no time I was interested. She immediately saw that I was interested and, without my knowing it, sent my name to an Occult Society in India. The next day, as I had received the order, I returned to this group alone. I met nine other people, as well as a few witnesses. We had to be initiated. We were called to the center of the great hall, and we were administered the following:

1. A preparation that looked like putty was rubbed on our body. This qualified us to become a full member.

2. We were given a drink filled with a liquid similar to oil. This qualified us to be an AGENT.

3. We rubbed our heads with a powder similar to gunpowder. This qualified us to study their mysteries.

Without my knowing it, this initiation ceremony was also recorded in India, and I received a letter from them the next day. In that letter I was asked to stain the letter with my own blood, and return it to them by any means they prescribed, and not by post. I did. I had come to a point where I couldn’t go back. Going back would have meant death, as I was always reminded, and I knew there was no more hope for me.

To be continued

It's a movie?

Sirmwill:
It's a movie?

not a movie my brother, it is a true life story. Just be patient and read it to the end

David0002:
not a movie my brother, it is a true life story. Just be patient and read it to the end

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Alliance with Alice


Early one morning, she told me that an important ceremony was to be performed in the house. At 2 o’clock in the morning, she dragged a child home, a very lively little girl. In front of me, she tore the child’s eyes with her fingers. This child’s scream broke my heart.

She then sacrificed the child and tore her to pieces. She poured the blood and flesh on a tray and asked me to eat. I refused.

She stared at me, and it’s impossible for me to describe what came out of her eyes. Before realizing what was happening, I had started not only to eat the flesh, but also to lick the blood.

During this time she said to me, “This is an alliance between us. You shall not tell any human being on earth anything that you see me do, or anything that concerns me. The day you break this covenant, you will be over. That meant I would be killed the day I broke this alliance. After this event, I started to have strange feelings inside of me. I was changed, and I could no longer be master of myself. I am giving moms a warning here. Do you know the people who help you in your household? Do you know their life? Do you take care to know them well before entrusting them with the lives of your children? You may be wondering how Alice came to find the child she murdered? Parents, it is therefore important to know the lives of those who help you around the house.

When Alice saw that she had succeeded in drawing me fully into spiritualism, and that I was making rapid progress, she was satisfied and knew that her mission was accomplished. She found me an apartment, helped me furnish it, then broke our relationship.

An alliance in India

The Occult Society located in Dahil, India sent me a second letter, asking me to go to India. In this letter I was also asked to do the following:

“Eating feces, eating rotten rats, and having sex with spirits overnight in the cemetery. After obeying these requests, I was never to have sex with any woman on earth again. I told them I didn’t have a visa and didn’t know how to get to India. By then I had started doing “business”. I was a big trafficker, but thanks to the powers that supported me, I had no problem with customs, etc. I started to have a lot of money. Food and material goods were no longer measured against me. One day I locked my apartment and left. Coming back, I opened the door and saw a man sitting in my living room. I was scared.


He said to me: “Are you Emmanuel Amos? “. I told him yes. He said to me, “I have been sent to take you to India. So get ready. I locked everything and came to sit next to him on the cushion, ready to receive the next order. Lightning fast, he touched me and we were gone. I found myself in a large conference room in Dahil, India, in the midst of a large gathering of people who were already seated and waiting for us. Files were brought. My name was already listed, and I was asked to sign. I did. A tray was brought with human flesh cut into pieces and a bowl filled with blood. Everyone was given an empty pitcher, and a headless man came and poured flesh and blood into all the pitchers. Different types of candles and incense were also burned. The Headless Man made certain incantations, and everyone drank the blood and ate the flesh. Then the meeting ended.

My initiations in India

Now was the time for the trials I had to undergo. I was sent into a valley about 200 meters deep. It contained various kinds of dangerous reptiles and ferocious beasts, which must have tortured me. I shouldn’t scream, because if I did, I failed my exams, and the consequence was DEATH.

After seven days of agony, I was taken out of there and sent to a place called the “Indian Jungle”. In this jungle, I saw different kinds of demonic birds. They were demonic because some had the heads of dogs, others the heads of cats, etc., while also having wings. There is a cave in this jungle, and only these demonic birds can open this cave. They opened the cave and I entered it. I find it hard to describe the things I am going through. There were terrible creatures there. Some looked like human beings, but with tails and without a human face, etc. It was another place of torture. To best describe this torture, you could say it was almost hell. I was in this state for 7 days, then I was taken out.

I was then sent to a very large library which contained large volumes of mystical books intended for study. I then choose two books. One was called Abbyssinia, which means destruction, and the other was called Assinie, which means to give life or to prepare. Later I was given other books. I was asked to prepare a room for myself on my return to Nigeria, and to place the following things in it:

“A pot of water from my country, filled with human blood, and containing a living tree. A human skull, vulture feathers, skins of wild animals, a boa skin, and large pieces of shiny laterite, placed next to the pot ”.

It was necessary to drink blood drawn from the pot every morning, while uttering an incantation. I was also ordered to never eat food prepared by men again, because I will be supernaturally nourished. With all these instructions, I returned to Nigeria the same way I left, and I obeyed what was asked of me.

David0002:

An alliance in India
The Occult Society located in Dahil, India sent me a second letter, asking me to go to India. In this letter I was also asked to do the following:
“Eating feces, eating rotten rats, and having sex with spirits overnight in the cemetery. After obeying these requests, I was never to have sex with any woman on earth again. I told them I didn’t have a visa and didn’t know how to get to India. By then I had started doing “business”. I was a big trafficker, but thanks to the powers that supported me, I had no problem with customs, etc. I started to have a lot of money. Food and material goods were no longer measured against me. One day I locked my apartment and left. Coming back, I opened the door and saw a man sitting in my living room. I was scared..

OP, the man you quote is a classic psychiatric case and needs to be instituted for his own sake.

Kobojunkie:
OP, the man you quote is a classic psychiatric case and needs to be instituted for his own sake.

you are insulting him because you don't understand how wicked satan is. In your quest for power, he can make you do the worst thing just to aquire power. Even me, it is hard to believe, but deep down, I know it is true.

Back home in Nigeria

I had now become an element and a member of this spiritual world. I could travel at will to any part of the world. According to the books I had brought back, there were spirits that lived in space. Maybe they could increase my powers, so I decided to give it a try. I left my house, I made some incantations, I summoned the strong wind and I disappeared. I found myself in space and saw these spirit beings. They asked me what I wanted. I tell them I wanted powers. I returned to earth two weeks later, having acquired powers from them.

Like I said above, I couldn’t control myself anymore. Despite all the powers I had already received, I still needed more and more powers! Then I decided to go to the underworld, to see the reality of what was written in the books that had been given to me. One day, I went to a deserted place, in the bush, I pronounced certain incantations indicated in the books, and I ordered the ground to open. The floor opened and the demons immediately created the stairs. I started up the stairs and went down to the very inside of the floor.

There was complete darkness, which can only compare to one of the plagues of Egypt, as described in the Bible. I experience a lot of things that are difficult to explain. I saw people in chains, people employed in making money. Their job is to work day and night to provide money to those who captured them. I saw some elite members of secret societies, who came to make certain sacrifices, and who returned to earth with certain gifts offered to them by the spirits who controlled this place. I saw some church leaders who came to receive powers, like the power to say something and be believed without being questioned in their church.

I stayed there for two weeks and returned after receiving more powers. People saw me as an innocent young man, but never suspected that I was dangerous. There are a lot of similar people around us. Only those who are in Jesus Christ are safe, in the true sense of the word.

The alliance with the Queen of the Coast
One evening, I decided to go for a walk. Near the Ebute Metta bus stop, I saw a beautiful young woman standing there. I never spoke to him at any time. The next day, passing by again, I saw her standing in the same place, and she called out to me when I passed. I stopped and told her my name was Emmanuel Amos, but she refused to introduce herself. I asked her name and address, but she just laughed. She asked for my address, but I only gave her the name of my street.

I was about to leave, she told me that she would visit me one day soon. I said to myself: “It’s impossible, I didn’t give her my house number, how could she come? But she kept her word. A week after we met at the bus stop, I heard a knock on my door. It was she, the mysterious young woman! I welcomed him. I wondered who this beautiful woman was, and if she knew she was entering dangerous ground.

I had a conversation with her, then she left. After this first visit, his visits were regular, without our engaging in any relationship. I noticed that she always visited me at a specific time. She didn’t come a minute earlier or a minute later! On some of his visits I would take him to Lagos Barbeach, Paramount Hotel or Ambassador Hotel etc. During this time, she did not even reveal her name to me. I decided not to worry, as I knew our relationship wouldn’t get any further than that. I had already been ordered never to touch a woman.

Suddenly she changed the time of her visits and came to see me at night. She said to me during one of her visits: “Now is the time for you to visit me. We stayed together that night and the next day at 8 am. we left. We got on a bus, and she asked the driver to stop us near the beach. We stopped, and I asked him, “Where are we going?” She replied, “Don’t worry, you’ll know where I live.” She led me to a corner of the beach and picked up something that looked like a belt. She tied the belt around us. Immediately a force blew behind us and pushed us towards the sea. We began to fly on the surface of the water, then we plunged into the ocean. Dear reader, these things have happened to me in my physical body! At a certain time,

I was surprised to see that we were walking along a fast road. We entered a town full of people who were all very busy.

The spiritual world

I live labs, science labs, design labs, and a movie theater. On the other side of town, I saw beautiful young girls and elegant young people. I do not live on old people. My guide introduced me to them and they welcomed me. She led me to a place called “the dark room”, where there was the “drying room” and the “packing room”. She then took me to a large factory and a storage shed. Then she returned to her private home. There she made me sit down and said, “I am the queen of the coast and I would love to work with you.” I promise to give you prosperity and all that comes with it, protection and all that comes with it, life, and an “angel” to guide you. She pushed a button,

We ate it together. At a command, she made a boa appear and asked me to swallow it. It was impossible for me. She insisted, but I couldn’t. How could I swallow a live boa? She then used her powers, and I swallowed it.

These were the three covenants: Human flesh and blood, the boa and the demonic angel were to ensure that no secret would be revealed. But “the angel” was also given the power to discipline me if I strayed, as well as the power to bring me food from the bottom of the sea at any time on land. I promised to always obey him.
After this promise, she transported me to another place in the ocean, this time to an island. There were trees there, and each of these trees had a different function:

– a tree to poison

– a tree to kill

– a tree to summon, and

– a tree to heal

She gave me the power to transform into all kinds of animals that live in the sea, such as the hippo, the boa constrictor or the crocodile, then she vanished. I stayed in the sea for a week, and I returned to land by one of the means mentioned above, that is, in the form of a crocodile.

To be continued

David0002:
■ you are insulting him because you don't understand how wicked satan is. In your quest for power, he can make you do the worst thing just to aquire power. Even me, it is hard to believe, but deep down, I know it is true.

The man himself has no real understanding of who Satan is that is why he spews all those jargons at you gullible lot. The man needs the help of the psychiatric kind, and so also do all those of you who gullibly consume all he says as truth.

David0002:
My flight to a “new life”

Directs the young boy on the path he must follow; even when he is old he will not deviate from it. »Prov. 22: 6 This is an account of the works of God, of His mighty, wonderful, and mysterious works. I do this to obey the command Jesus Christ gave me: “Go and bear testimony of what I have done for you.” It is generally believed that unhappiness is an act of fate, and that there is nothing we can do to change the events of our life. This is true to some extent. But in the case of a child of God, there is a plan for his life (Prov. 16: 9). The realization of this plan depends on a number of factors: our intimacy with God, our idea of ​​the ultimate goal of life, and the

There are a number of external factors that attempt to influence the course of your life. Crisis occurs when you surrender your will to either good or bad. It is possible for you to love or hate.

You may wish to understand or not understand. The will to obey is the greatest strength of a born-again Christian, while the will to disobey is the most destructive force of a sinner.
When a child is left alone in the world, he is controlled by one of these two powers: good or bad, good or bad. It’s God or the devil. Everyone is faced with these two powers in life, and everyone has to choose the life they should lead. I believe that’s why the Bible says, “Guide the boy on the way he should go; even when he is old he will not deviate from it. You will agree that the dearest and closest person to a child’s heart is its mother. An orphan is an unfortunate child, much more exposed to the attacks of the devil than a child who has his parents. A mother ensures the “protection” of body and soul, but it is a double tragedy when a child loses both parents.

My story begins 22 years ago in a small village called Amerie Iriegbu Osu Item, dependent on the region of Bende, which is under the authority of the local government, in Imo State.

My parents were not among the rich, but my father had the privilege of inheriting 42 hectares of land from my grandfather, a blessing that resulted in the greatest misfortune ever recorded in the history of the family.

My father was very jealous of his family near and far, for reasons unknown to me, perhaps because of his significant inheritance of land. We were a happy family. My parents had four children: Love, Margaret, Emmanuel and Chinyere. After having their first two daughters, my parents waited fourteen years before having me (their only son) and having, later, my little sister Chinyere. This had allowed my family to taste real happiness.

But this happiness was short-lived, for the first tragedy occurred. My mother, full of love and tenderness, died. They say it was witchcraft that caused her to die. Four years later, it was my father who died. In his case, too, his death was attributed to an evil spell that had been cast on him. Two years after the death of my parents, Love, my older sister, mysteriously disappeared and Margaret, my parents’ second daughter, went mad. It was a whole chain of tragedy in the life of a humble family, until then happy. My little sister Chinyere and I were sent to our grandparents. It was then that I finished elementary school and was admitted to Item College. I spent three years there, but I had to stop my studies for lack of money to pay school fees.

Soon after, my grandparents also died. After all the funeral ceremonies, an unknown “relative” took with him my little sister Chinyere, whom I never heard from again.

Subjected to terrible mistreatment, I was forced to return to my father’s house, to live there alone, aged 13. How can a 13-year-old live among his father’s enemies, who are therefore also his enemies? How distressed I was! All of these events seemed to have brought me to the end of a life that was no longer worth living. Was there anyone to care about me? Was there anyone who cared about a little boy’s misfortunes?

One day I met a friend I had known in elementary school. His name was Chinedum Onwukwe. Chinedum loved me very much. He had heard of all the misfortunes that had happened to me. He introduced me to his parents, who welcomed me wholeheartedly and adopted me as their second son. Life became normal again. They took good care of me. I was happy again. I knew then that the God my mother prayed to when she was alive existed somewhere, since He had given me new parents. At least that’s what I thought. I experienced this happiness for almost two years. Then the devil knocked again.

Chinedum and his parents made a trip to Umahia, and their car crashed into a truck carrying dirt. Chinedum and his parents were killed instantly!

Upon hearing this news, I passed out. You cannot imagine my grief. I managed to survive the funeral ceremony, shopping and providing firewood for those who cooked. Then I returned to my father’s house, doing the chores of a servant so that I could feed myself.

I continued to do odd jobs on the farm, in the gardens, going fishing with the elders, until one day a man from my neighborhood hired me to work on his farm, for a pittance. He asked me a whole series of questions. First, he asked me to show him my father’s land. Then he offered to give him part of the land. Then he told me that the wages for the work I would do for him would consist of a meal in the evening in his house. But how could a fifteen year old boy know his father’s land? Then, what right could a boy of that age have to give this land to someone, even if he was a close relative? I refused his requests, which angered him. He swore he was going to kill me in the forest. I got scared, I got fled and I cried for help. Unfortunately, no one came, because we were in a remote place, in the middle of the forest, but it was God who helped me. The man chased me with his knife, but I was younger. I was too fast for him. I fell into a ditch about six feet deep, and the grass covered me.

He looked for me, then gave up after a while. Later, I got out of the ditch and returned to the village by another path. I told what had happened to the elders in the neighborhood but nothing was done. This is the sad condition of orphans. This event had created a real hatred in my young heart; nobody loved me, nobody cared about me. I wondered why they wanted to kill me, when they knew that I no longer had parents. My life was filled with suffering. I know now that it was God, in His love, who stopped the devil from suggesting that I kill myself.

I turned to the Church, and I became a full member of the Assembly of God in my village. I still am. Unfortunately, no one took care of me.

Yet some members of the church knew me. It is important to note that I became a full member of this church, without even knowing Jesus Christ. I never knew what it meant to be born again . If you’re in the church of Jesus Christ, where I was myself, give your life to the Lord Jesus Christ.

Scripture says, “Cast all your worries on him, for he cares for you. »(1 Peter 5: 7 – The current French Bible). It was in the midst of all these trials and sufferings that ALICE made her appearance! Alice was a young girl I had known in elementary school.

She was five years older than me and came from the same village. We were in the same class, sitting on the same bench, and we became very friends.

During these childhood “loves”, we promised ourselves to “get married” when we grew up. It was ridiculous! An 11-year-old child, without parents or education, who had no food to eat, and who made a promise of marriage to a girl five years her senior! Later, Alice went to Akure to do her high school education, and sent me dozens of “love” letters.
When I saw Alice again, I was fifteen and she was twenty. She had finished high school and worked at Standard Bank (now called First Bank) in Lagos, where her parents lived.

Alice, who had learned what had happened to me and who knew my condition, took advantage. She persuaded me to join her in Lagos, and gave me her address, with a sum of 50 naira!

(National currency of Nigeria, N.E.) It was a fortune for a fifteen year old boy who had never earned more than two naira a day. It was a heavenly manna. This meant that Lagos had to be a wonderful place, where money was plentiful, and where everyone could enjoy the finer things in life. I then decided that I had to go to Lagos to earn my own money and also to acquire wealth.

For me, going to Lagos was the only way to escape. Run away from my father’s enemies, from hunger and all the troubles. to run away ! to run away ! Yes, run away from all that was bad!

To be continued

Read this book as a kid. Looking at it now I laugh at my stupidity believing such fairy tales. The man has been caught as a scammer

jaephoenix:

Read this book as a kid. Looking at it now I laugh at my stupidity believing such fairy tales. The man has been caught as a scammer

How did you know, was he caught