At
a certain point in my life, things got so bad that I was totally
confused. At that time, everything I was doing seems to be going
wrong. There were problems at home, my business was falling, valuable
relationships began to develop problems and on every side, I was
faced with failure.
I
had lost a lot of money in some business deals (more than 3.5 million
Naira), one land which I purchased long time ago and I was
developing; the plot came up under serious litigation. The people who
sold the land were part owners of the land, but not the only ones who
have right on the land. The other co-owners took the matter to court
and won, meaning that I had lost the right of ownership, though they
(the winners) pitied me, yet they took over the land.
It
was not my fault, I was a victim of the covetous sellers of land who
refused to pay back my money; all the money expended in buying
blocks, gravel and building to window level, and to develop the plot
of land went down the drain. Everything was happening fast and one
would have thought that God was partial and uncaring.
One
day a friend of mine invited me to see a prophet who would pray for
me and tell me the secrets of my problem and what I could do to get
out of the mess. When we got to the prophet, he told me some deep
things most of which were actual facts of my life, I was moved, and I
wept. The solution was spiritual, he would do certain rituals which
he explained and that he would do it on my behalf, but I must pay him
the sum of twenty five thousand Naira.
For
God’s sake, I was broke – very broke. Ordinarily, that amount of
money was not a big deal, but at that particular point in time, it
was to me a very big Herculean task. Borrowing money to do such
ritual was unthinkable for I hardly go for any type of loan. I went
back to my house.
In
the morning of the seventh day, which was the deadline or else
according to the prophet, my enemies will pull the last trigger. I
was troubled and disturbed; I paced back and forth in my office
thinking. Without money, the prophet wouldn’t commence the ritual
(I call it ritual, but they call it prophetic work). As I was walking
from one end of my office to another, I got to where my bible was
placed.
To be continued tomorrow
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