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At a point in my life I designed a grand scheme for myself which would make me influential, politically powerful, wealthy and of global renown. One key pillar of the plan was engagement in politics in which I would serve and perform so well that the people would be compelled to acknowledge me as the needed national messiah and a prime candidate for lofty international assignments.
Well, I started to act on my well-laid out plan by entering into the political fray. This was done with much zeal and vigour and it actually began to work out fine - for a while. I rose relatively rapidly such that within two years I was already operating at the State level and very much influential at Federal level even though I started out as a complete rookie at Ward level of the Local Government.
That was when D.A, (my father) took genuine interest and offered his help. You see, Nigerian politics then was a very dangerous (and unbelievably expensive) venture with short life expectancy for those inadequately fortified for the business at hand. Since the commonest physical means of neutralising your "enemies" (in Nigeria, political opponent are regarded as mortal enemies) was via the bullet, (someone upped the ante by introducing letter bombs in the mid 90s) D.A. came up with the idea of a double-barrel (no pun intended) approach to the gun problem.
As I hinted before, D.A. was a very capable traditional Yoruba man who could stand his ground in any spiritual context or contest. He also networked with a few trusted spiritual friends. His plan was for me to acquire a sure-fire anti-bullet "immunisation" from one of his friends as protection against the possible attack by any of the political enemies I had started accumulating. But before setting out, he would avail me of his own special anti-gun preparation. So, why did he want me to have one from his friend if he was sure of his own? Actually, he personally preferred his own weapon to any other one but he realised that, being in the form of an igbadi (magical belt) it was more cumbersome for me to use. It would be embarrassing for such to be found on a "decent" doctor like me. His friend's preparation was a portion (aseje) that only needed to be ingested once and for all (as an ajesara), and no one would be the wiser.
Also, the modes of operation were different. The igbadi worked by disabling any gun directed at the wearer from firing while the aseje worked by building an invisible bullet-proof screen around the person. The bullets will fire but would mysteriously drop off just short of touching the person.
So, on an appointed day, D.A. and I went to his gun herbalist friend at the Foko area of Ibadan. He knew we were coming and the soup was ready before our arrival. The man advised me to get some eko (corn pap) or eba to ease the swallowing of the portion because it was exceedingly bitter. I took his advice but did not really believe that it could be that bitter. At the first bite, the whole of my body revulsed and my stomach joined in - commencing what could have been a violent vomiting.
"A i bii!, a i bii!" shouted the occultist. Meaning, it must not be vomited (taboo). To this day, I still do not know how I aborted the emetic process. Could be that the dread of running foul of a taboo was what produced some great anti-emetic chemicals in me. Whatever the case, the nausea became tolerable and I was able to finish the evil meal in some twenty minutes.
So, D.A. and I got up to depart but the herbalist said, "Not so fast!". His words were "E ma a ti lo. A o testi re." D.A. quickly told his friend that he trusted his competence - so there was no need to do a practical test. (In case you missed that, "testing" meant shooting a loaded gun with me as the target.) The man, a seasoned Yoruba man quickly conceded to my father. He knew well not to argue under such circumstances. He began to escort us to where my car was parked which was some distance, then excused himself to do something, saying he would soon join us. Some minutes later, I thought I heard "click", "click" just before the words in Ibadan dialect, "Ki a lo mu'bon yi?" (meaning "What is wrong with this gun?") at which I and D.A. looked back and saw the man with his fully loaded gun trained at me! I could already see the headlines in the following day's newspapers, "Medical doctor shot dead at herbalist's shrine" or something similar. The man pulled the trigger again and yet another "click". This was when a visibly alarmed D.A. shouted. "Mo ti so wipe ki a ma testi e!" ("Haven't I told you not to test it?"), So the man apologised and the friends made up, after which D.A. and I drove off.
I'm sure you guessed what just happened. The igbadi preparation that I was wearing prevented the man's gun from firing, so his attempt to test his product was frustrated.
Incidentally, I never needed to ascertain the efficacy of the bullet-proofing portion as I left the political terrain soon after. On my part, I ignorantly assumed that was the end of the matter with respect to the meal I had that day. How wrong I was! The truth of the matter was that I had entered into a covenant of protection with some demons who from that day onward became my spiritual guards in exchange for undisclosed "fees" which I would have to pay in due time. One of the most common forms of covenant establishment is the one through meals. In many instances, the partakers are not even aware they have entered into a covenant. There are still Christians today who go about eating anywhere any time without any restraint whatsoever or sensitivity to the Holy Spirit. This is wrong and dangerous.
In my own case, I received the grace of God unto salvation, trusting Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour a few years after the gun herbalist incident. After this, I had to undergo multiple deliverance sessions before I was eventually freed of the presence and ministry of all the different unwanted spiritual guests who kept claiming legal right to stay in my life. But the power of God superceded their power and my new covenant with Jesus consumed and destroyed the evil covenants I had previously entered into with them. I was totally cleansed.
Dear reader, have you too ever sought the power of darkness to solve some problems? Are you now fearing that you have to continue along that line so that the problem may not escalate? Are you indeed being threatened by the priests or operators of darkness against your leaving their ranks or breaking their evil covenants? Let me assure you, "All power belong to God." Yes, God can give lease to any of His creatures to use an aspect His power, but ownership and eventual control rests with God who will always call into question anyone who uses the gifts wrongly. The sorcerers of Egypt may indeed turn their rods into snakes in your life, but the rod of the Lord will definitely swallow up the fruits of their enchantments. Only fear not but rather turn to God in repentance. He will deliver you from all your troubles. He is entirely trustworthy. Will you now trust Jesus with your life and situation? Come and be saved! He will receive you. The time is now!
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