Where it all Began

LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME VOLUMES

LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME VOLUMES

There were times in my life I hated life so much. I have wished I were not alive to go through the turbulent times I had gone through. Nevertheless, I was very wrong not to appreciate the privilege to go through trying times. Trying times has taught me volumes beyond what I could have ever learnt from whatever school I have ever attended, from primary to secondary and to the University.

Sometimes, I do everything to shut down my thoughts because thinking about what I have gone through makes me do myself more harm. I have felt pity for my life severally because it was as if the life I bias and unfair to me in particular, just the way you might have been feeling. It is a feeling; do not allow such emotions to manage you. It is an experience that should pass, therefore, do not make it last beyond the time is supposed to pass. I have also thought life does not want me alive. However, I was still wrong not to understand that God’s design allows whatever I go through to teach me since He knew even as His Word have it, all things will work together for my good. Therefore, God in His infinite wisdom, even if the evil one meant it for evil, God will permit it for good to shame the devil.

I have always gone past the threshold of my thought when it comes to thinking about things I have experienced in life. However, in all God has kept my blood pressure stable.

Right in this, my mum broke down and died shortly after and my eyes became opened to the real world. I started seeing how the devil was attacking everything around me to get me off focus, but the more he attacks, the more I become focused on my course to do the will of God. I could not understand how desperately wicked the heart of men could be and how evil thrives in our families. I will not bug you with too many details of all that has happened, but I am trying to link all to one and know exactly where our problems were coming from.

As if it was not enough my eldest brother, who has been severally afflicted with the spirit of insanity, but would always come out of it, had a spiritual attack. When he is alone most times, he hears voices accusing him. He will be fighting back even as he would always resist by telling the voices he is hearing that he is not what they are calling him. Then, I was not mature enough to understand spiritual things, so I will end up laughing at him sometimes because it uses to seem very funny the way he sounds when I see him talking alone. The most amazing aspect of it all, he is never sounding abnormal, perfectly well coordinated in his communication with us. When we asked him sometimes to know why he is talking alone, he will tell us that they are accusing him. From the manner he has always explained, he often hears people accusing him.

From the experiences of my late eldest brother, I was able to know that truly the devil is the accuser of the brethren. If you do not know your true divine identity in God, the devil will frustrate you by accusing you of your past, bringing you to a point of gloominess, left alone in the state of depression until you finally lose hope and give up on yourself. My late eldest brother was like the strongest pillar of the family; we call him a hitman because of his unusual strength in doing things. He was truly the strength of the family, the very pillar that keeps my family running. Apart from my late eldest brother, no one of us is involved in farming. However, from his hard toil, he farms and we only eat and benefit from the harvest of the produce from his very sweat. He was truly a strong man who fought so hard to resist death until he gave up his last breath when he could no longer fight anymore. From tilling the ground, he fills the family’s stomach to overcome hunger that strikes every year, such that year in, year out, we have a surplus of food in our storeroom. I truly missed my late eldest brother Abraham Ajene Egah Ikwue.

Something happened while he was cutting down the branches of the mango trees in the family land. The situation of the family land is Ikobi. This was where he started experiencing the recurrent demonic attack of accusation, which I know is certainly an act of diabolical manipulation from the pit of hell to truncate all of his effort to help the family. As it has always been trendy that anyone who is rising to help, the enemy cuts short. My late eldest brother fell from the top of the tree that he was cutting the branches and came down with one of the branches and was fatally injured. The accident injured his eye badly, with his wrist and leg, fractured. The situation went so bad that he could no longer see with the affected eye. However, he was recovering very fast and was still going to the farm to continue his farm work, with all the pains. The particular affected started decaying and his condition started deteriorating from good to bad. In the process, we took him to Makurdi Federal Medical Center, as the condition became much more critical. We brought him back to Otukpo General Hospital where he later died. My brother’s death was indeed a painful experience for me.

Things were just happening very fast that I could not even fathom out all that was happening. My eldest sister died in 1999; my mum, 2007; my eldest brother in, 2010 and it did not end there………….