🍁PART 2🍁 🍁PRAYER🍁
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My mother, who had been watching attentively focused on the television because it was one of her favourite Tv series, became concentrated to our direction when she heard me make such a statement.
Everyone was staring at me at this moment, as if I had said or done something insensitive or was insane.
I felt ashamed.
I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me. So I shrugged it off and we walked back to watch TV, as my father slammed the door behind us.
As we watched the TV, my relatives, including my mother and siblings, kept staring at me with disgusting looks.
“Nancy, when will your f0olishness stop, are you supposed to be cracking such stupid jokes?” My mother fluṅg this remark at me with a frown face, and everyone were Giggling and laughing.
I felt quite embarrassed.
Deep down, i was terr!fied by what i had seen and just wished we left the Tv, and conduct our night prayer instead.
We usually had devotion every evening right before going to bed.
I was now seated mute, deep in thought about the unusual vision I had just seen, but I blamed everything on my mind for being a deception.
I fell asleep as we continued to watch television. But I was partly awake and half sleeping when I spotted something extremely horrifying.
I noticed the same three females wandering around, each holding a calabash and pouring something that appeared to be an oily substance from it onto the foreheads of the tiny children who were now asleep, including my two siblings.
Those ladies’ feets did not touch the ground as they moved.
As in, they were hanging above the ground and just floating like when something is flying.
My mother, father, nephews, and cousins didn’t seem to notice the mysterious-looking women as they moved.
I attempted to force myself to wake up, but it was tough for me.
I felt a weakness I hadn’t felt before. It seemed as if something heavy was pushing me down onto the sofa I was resting on.
As I lied helpless, I saw them carry out their demonic activities.
I saw one of them float in the air and emerge towards me. As she was about rubbing the liquid on my forehead, I immediately began praying and chanting Jesus’ name! Jesus! Jesus! And I suddenly awoke from my sleep.
I knew what i just had wasn’t just a dream but a revelation.
“This house is being attacked by the evil ones!” Mom, Dad, and Everyone! “We need to pray now!” I demand.
My mom, dad, and everyone else were confused, possibly thinking I was insane, from the way I jumped off the sofa and was running around and shouting.
They grew more anxious and persuaded when they spotted me running out of my room with my Bible and into the sitting room, requesting that we pray because I had seen something that my spirit wasn’t sure of.
My parents were well aware that I occasionally get visions and whenever i did, something similar to the vision I had would occur after some time.
This my ability to foresee started when i was just 9yrs old, when a day before my Uncle and his wife planned to travel out of the country for their wedding anniversary celebration which they did every year, I dreamed that they both got involved into a trag!c acc!dent and d!ed.
So the next morning the first thing i did was to hurry to my parents room to inform them that “The trip Uncle and his Wife were embarking on, would involve their lives.”
“WE REBUKE ANY SPIRIT IN YOU THAT’S RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT YOUR BAD PRONOUNCEMENT! HOW CAN A CHILD LIKE YOU SAY SUCH A TERRIBLE THING? -My parents blasted at me.
When I kept repeating that, they had to wh!p me so bād that day, leaving my body covered in blisters.
Nevertheless, my uncle and his wife left the city that very day and that was the end of them. They had a very tragīc acc!dent and they both lost their lives.
My parents later regrētted & blamed themselves for being responsible for their deāth because they failed to send them a message yo cancel their trip, and that would’ve saved them.
So from that day onwards till now I’m 11yrs old, They’ve always had this regard for me.
So my parents immediately joined me, and they encouraged everyone else to do the same.
We were now singing and worshipping together.
Following the praise and worship session, we began praying.
Before we began praying, my mother instructed my nephews and cousins from the village to say “Amen” to each prayer point because they were unfamiliar with this type of devotion.
As we prayed, my spiritual eyes opened again, and I began to see various demonic manifestations.
Some of our cousin’s children developed two heads, some grew horns, and some ran around the sitting room with their heads down, walking on their hands.
I felt in my soul as if fire was descending from heaven at that instant, just as on Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit descended on the apostle’s head like a touch of fire.
We were still praying when one of our village aunts shouted, “Fire!” Fire! Arrggghhh!!! Fire!
-And we assumed she was deeply under the annoiting.
To our surprise, this Aunt began rolling on the floor and confessing that the persons I saw were her companions from their w!tchcraft kingdom in the village.
She claimed they arrived because she had asked them to come, to make a disaster in our house. (To Build one of their shrines into our home.)
She explained that they were envious of my father’s prosperity and fortune, as well as his love of helping others.
She also admitted that they planned to in!tiate me and my two siblings into their evil realm so that we might serve as their weapons against our own parents, to bring our parents down to nothing.
HEEYYY!! My mum screamed, trembling with fear.
“WITH EVERYTHING WE’VE DONE FOR YOU PEOPLE, MAKING SURE THAT HUNGER DON’T RUIN YOUR HOMES BACK THERE IN THE VILLAGE, IS THIS HOW YOU GUYS CHOSE TO RE-PAY US?.”
-My dad regretfully questioned them, as he was now totally overcomed with shōck.
The only thing he did was kept shaking his head in disbelieve.
My father was outraged!
The next morning, he instructed them to leave his house right away before he called the police. They had to go even though the holiday had not yet ended.
Since then, we’ve never been really interested in inviting our village relatives to visit us for a holiday.
THE END!….
N/s: “NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF PRAYER.”
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