I TESTIFY

I took ill early this year before my birthday and I was really ill. It was the second time in a row as I was sick in November also. I went to the clinic to see a doctor and I had two injections shot into my bom-bom as the first dose of six. I was loaded with a barrage of drugs too. I got back home really weak and dizzy. I crashed on the bed but could hardly sleep. I was too weak. and alone at home because my sister and brother went to church. When I awoke from my hiccupy sleep, I knew I had lost some weight (within few hours) from the feel of the gown I was wearing (lepa to tun n lose weight!). My sister confirmed it when she returned from church, she said, "O ti ru o!" ("You've grown lean o!").

I needed to use the convenience, so I attempted to rise from bed to go. It was very difficult. I had to hold the walls for support. I managed myself to the door and held it open. At that point, I lost it. My eyes went blank and I couldn't see anything. I was sore afraid, I had never had such an experience in my life. My legs felt so weak and my body so light. But for the door knob which I was holding, I would have landed on the floor and fainted. I started confessing the Word and called out for my sister, who had gone earlier to get some water for me from the backyard. She rushed back in fear and led me to sit on the chair. My eyes were still blank. I kept on confessing the Word. Then, gradually, I came around and could finally see my surrounding. It was then I realized I was sitting on the chair close to the door. I literally lost consciousness. That night when I eventually went to the toilet, while I was there with my eyes closed, I saw two spirits. They were telling me my body was their house, but I told them it was a lie that it is Jesus' house because He has said that He stands at the door and if anyone will open the door, He will come in with His Father and with the Holy Spirit and they will live inside that person and I did that already.

Fast forward to the day I was going back to Port Harcourt from Lagos and we were praising God, my sister blessed God for my healing when I was sick. She recalled how, when she rushed in that night when I almost fainted, she saw a look in my eyes that reminded her of when our mum was dying. She confessed she was very scared to find me that way.

I look back and I'm grateful to the Lord my Healer, the One who keeps my soul from death. I will never forget His benefits. I remember them today and I testify. Praise the Lord!