GOD SENT - Episode 2

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Seeing my father would not budge about his refusal to allow me get married to my fiancé, I and my mother decided to bring some family member into the matter, hoping that they would persuade my father to change his mind. Meanwhile, I returned to my PPA in Aniocha North, Delta State. While I was there, I called Ejike and told him about my father’s decision and the experience I had in the hotel while in Warri. He narrated to me how God had woken him up that night to pray for me. He said he had felt I was in some danger. After our telephone conversation, I promised I would see him but really did not do that for a long time. My mind was set on convincing my father to allow me marry my fiancé. Meanwhile, some of my stuffs were still in Ejike’s apartment. I had left them there knowing I would need them for the next job INEC had for us.

Back home, my mother, some relatives and my fiancé and his family members were mounting pressure on my father to have a change of mind. Things came to a head when I threatened my father that I would run away with my fiancé. My father took my threat very seriously and went as far as giving the state security service (SSS) my fiancé’s details and instructed them to arrest both of us if we were seen together at the airport. While all this happened, my fiancé’s baby in my womb was growing. On the other hand, I had not mentioned to Ejike that I was pregnant for fiancé, a man I had known for a brief time. I would play a good sister in the Lord when I was with him. To force my father’s hand, I played my trump card which was to inform him that I was pregnant for my fiancé. That did not work, rather it made my father mad. He demanded that I removed the pregnancy immediately. Well, I dug my heels in and refused.

At this time the pregnancy was taking its toll on my body. After refusing for long to remove the pregnancy, I began to see that perhaps it might be the right thing to do. However, I could not bring myself to do. Several foolish ideas came to my mind about removing the pregnancy. In my shame, confusion and heartbreak, I decided to talk to Ejike about it. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him that I was pregnant for my fiancé. I could tell he was disappointed to find out I was not the chaste, God-fearing sister he had thought I was. “Wait, I don’t get it. How did you get pregnant for him? By shaking hands with him?” he asked. “I am very sorry that I am not the chaste lady you think I am. I can stay away from sex if there is no man in my life, but the moment I am in a relationship, I lose control of my mind and hardly can say no to sex,” I replied, with my head bowed. “What do you want to do with the pregnancy right now. As it is, you are not going to get married to your fiancé. You what…the first day you told me about him, I knew immediately that you two won’t get married. There is something wrong about that man. He is not the man for you. I would have told you long ago, but I was not in a position to tell you, so I kept my mouth shut,” he said.

“You are right. Some pastors have told me the same thing, but I want to get married, and I have come to love my fiancé a lot. I wish I followed my heart the first time I met him.” “What happened the first time you met him?” “I knew I should have no business with him. It was clear to me that he was not the man for me. Sadly, I hung around him long enough till I began to think we was the man for me.” “You should have followed your heart. Once you miss it the first time, it is always hard to get right afterwards…so what do you want to do now?” he asked. “I want you to agree with me in prayers so I can lose this pregnancy. I have the faith for that. Believe with me and I will lose it. I have asked God for forgiveness,” I said, hoping Ejike would agree. “I have not heard of such before. Frankly I did not know believers could use their faith for such. However, if that is what you want, then let’s pray. But remember, God does not answer such prayers,” he warned. “I am sure he will,” I said defiantly. “I am certain he won’t, but I am willing to take sides with you and pray,” Ejike offered. We bowed our heads and I said the prayers. He said amen and even prayed for me.

There was something a bit odd about the pregnancy which I had not told anyone. I should not have got pregnant for my fiancé. When we had sex, he used contraceptive. On my part, I took contraceptive drugs. Don’t forget I am a medical doctor, I knew what to do and did it to the letter. When I found out I was pregnant, it bothered me a lot. Really I was scared. That was a perfect time for me to ask questions about the man I was bent on getting married to. I felt voodoo was involved in it somehow.

After some months had passed it became clear that I and my fiancé would not get married. Slowly, my fiancé became less interested in me. In anger over how my father treated him, he flew back to the US. Weeks after he returned to the US, he called a friend of mine and asked her to tell me that I could do whatever I liked with the pregnancy. I was so angry that I almost took my life. My fiancé could not even call me to tell me by himself, rather he called a friend of mine. At first, I could not tell anyone what my fiancé had said; not even my mother. I felt stupid, used and filthy. I should have waited long enough before jumping into the bed with a man someone had introduced to me. Well, my sex starved, scratchy buttocks got the better of me. For a long time, I was depressed and suicidal. I could not wait to leave Aniocha North. As soon as we passed out, I left for warri. By now my family members gathered and persuaded me to remove the pregnancy. My father even sent me the money I needed to remove it. He was still angry with me and was convinced my fiancé was evil. I called Ejike who moved to left Port Harcourt and told him I was going to remove the pregnancy. As you would expect, he did not like the idea. I told him I had to and went to a doctor friend of mine in Enugu and had it removed.

Those days were tough for me. I was constantly plagued with thoughts of suicide, and there were days I would have taken my life. What stopped me was God using Ejike. Whenever I made up my mind to take my life, Ejike would call me and ask, “Are you planning to kill yourself? God told me last night that you bought some pills to kill yourself.”  I would begin to cry and confess the truth to him. With time he became the reason I stayed alive. He would call and tell me how pretty I was. He would sound so convincing that I would believe him. He would tell me that a better man was coming my way. His words were powerful and convincing and I believed him. To escape from the shame and mockery all around me, I secretly applied for a Canadian visa. When it was granted, I told only my mother and Ejike and flew out of the country. My father was mad when he found out I was in Canada. After a year and six months in Canada, I relocated to London; there I joined a Nigerian church, got myself a job and began to rebuild my life.

Years passed and I was still not married. Men would come my way, take advantage of my body and move on. Once in a while I would talk on the phone with Ejike. My being unmarried bothered my mother a lot. For long she had been telling me that I was initiated into a cult when I was little. She claimed that the cult was responsible for my being unmarried. Though I chose not to do anything about what she said, on daily basis, I saw enough to believe that I was jinxed. When I could not take being single anymore, I began to call pastors back in Nigeria for help. When they began to pray for me, all hell broke loose in my life. In the night, I would see spirits come into my room and carry me away. They would take me into the ocean where they would bathe me, dress me up and apply makeup on my face. When they were done, they would prostrate before me, calling me ‘mother’. The experience was evidence that my mother’s claims were true. I continued to pray but nothing changed. Later my mother sent me to a Nigerian female pastor in London. She was known for helping people with my kind of problem. After much unsuccessful efforts to see her, I eventually did. The night we met was eventful.

She conducted several prayers for me and told me that I should not have had sex with my fiancé and repeated what some pastors had already told me about him. She claimed that by having sex with him, I had made a blood bond with him in the spirit which must be broken before I could get married. Her words scared me. She further claimed my fiancé was a part of the cult I was initiated into when I was a child. While she was praying for me, I did things I could not believe I was capable of. There were times I saw myself hissing like a snake and speaking languages I had not learnt from anywhere. The high point of all these manifestations was when the pastor wanted to anoint me. For no reason at all, I warned her not to touch me with the oil in her hand. When she came after me with it, I charged at her and began to fight her. When she eventually put the oil on my forehead, I cried for the better part of an hour. Then I saw what at first, I thought was a train.

 A better look at it revealed it was a giant snake. It was as huge as a train coach. The snake said lots of things to me and told me they would never let me get married. It claimed that I belonged to them and had been made a part of them when I had sex and carried my fiancé’s baby. All the while the snake spoke to me, I pointed at it and shouted. Sadly, no one else saw the snake except me. The lady pastor rebuked the snake in the name of Jesus and it vanished. From that night on, my belief about spiritual things changed. There was no obvious change in my life immediately after the deliverance meeting. About that time, I called Ejike and told him about all that had happened. He told me how to pray and warned me to stay away from premarital sex. No matter how much I tried, I kept falling into sexual sin. In fact, it got to a stage that I gave up hope I would ever live purely before God.

The above true life story was written by Chidinma Nnamdi (actual name withheld) and was edited by moofyme.com editorial team. Chidinma hopes and prays that her story will bless the readers; and save someone from the path from destruction.


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