Surrounded episode 1 & 2

SURROUNED

EPISODE 1

 

 

Nnenne uju
izuanagbara

Pastor Anthony mounted the podium.

-praise the Lord church!!!

-Halleluyah

-Thanks so much to you all for honouring this invitation. We were all here a year ago when deliverance was conducted on a brother and the manifestation was scary. I for one had a little fear in me (he sighed) it is good to serve God sincerely. If i had skeletons in my cu-pboard and conducted that deliverance, i would have dropped dead. Hold God firmly. Halleluyah.

-Amen.

-now, this brother c@m£ back last week. He started narrating his life’s story. Jesus!!!!! Heeeeey!!!!! Agghhh!!!! Brethren, things are happening. I sheded tears. I said no, alot of people nee-d to listen to this, alot of people are in bondage, infact they are in the mist of their slave masters who keep praying for their freedom at thesame time ti-ght£ñing the bondage. What an irony!!!!! This programme tonight is been filmed. The world should know that they nee-d ONLY GOD. Only God. For security purposes, plea-se c@m£ramen, his face must be covered. Thank you. As you listen to this testimony, let it push you closer to God. I bring to the stage, Brother Ogugua daniel okoroala.

As he mounted the stage there was shouting and cl@pping. People were like, wow, what a transformation !!!!! Is that the same guy on the night of deliverance? He has changed so much.

Ogugua mounted the podium. He sat on the seat kept for him. He smiled.

-praise the Lord church.

-Halleluyah

-first, i want to thank the Lord for saving me by bringing me into this church. I have been to churches, so many churches, what was happening was still happening. The grace for my deliverance is here. I’m thanking my pastor for this opportunity to share my life’s story to everyone. Thank you sir. As you listen, pray that the Lord will reveal what’s surrounding you so you can be delivered from it.

————NOW THE STORY BEGINS———–

My name is Ogugua daniel okoroala. I am the last child in a family of six children. My father was so poor while we were growing up. He was the poorest amongest his brothers. Every other one of his brothers were stinkingly rich. My father’s poverty was smelling. We still lived in the red sand house then. I know how many times we harvested yam when it wasn’t time, we had to hide and eat i for fear of being caught by the villagers. It is a taboo to eat yam before iriji (new year festival) in my place. There’s this festival always done in my place they call MGBOCHI AGURU. It is a festival for cleansing hunger in the Land. It is performed by wives of Nzes and ozos. They cook as-sorted foods and pres£nt to the gods at a p@rticular sp©t at the village square. For the sake of hunger and starvation, my siblings and i ate from those sacrifices. Infact, we hide in the bush near by. Once it is dropped, we turn it into our pots. The person or persons who brou-ght the sacrifice is not ment to look back, he or she will die. So we use the opportunity well.

Our most elder, brother udoka was taken to the city to serve one man. He was just 13 years old. My mother cried. She didn’t want any of us to be servants in anyb©dy’s house. She was once one and she knew what she suffered. My mother had this mark on her face. She said her madam deliberately gave her that mark so she won’t be more beautiful than her daughter. Mama instructed bro udoka that once they start mistreating him, he should steal their money and transport himself home.
Nothing my father did was moving. He was a very ha-rd working man but his efforts yielded nothing. He had very rich brothers but they never helped.
One day, i fell sick. My father took me to a native doctor very far from our village. Immediately i got there, the native doctor took me and shaved off my hair and put the hair in a pot. He burnt it to ashes. He added the ashes into a cu-p of water and asked my father to drink it. I didn’t un-derstand why. The native doctor bought eggs and la-id them on my b©dy. After few minutes, a snake crawled from a pot and was coming towards me, i started shouting but i could not move my b©dy. The snake swallowed all the eggs then coiled around me. My father was crying and i was shouting. The snake remained around me for a long time. After everything, my dad warned me never to disclose it to anyone or i die.

I never knew, that was the beginning of the journey of bitterness in my life.

SURROUNDED

EPISODE 2

I was f0rç£d to tell my mother what happened at the shrine when she was asking my father why i am carrying a bald head but i couldn’t for fear of death.

My father said it was for my healing and truly after that, i was no sick . My father ran back home on afternoon shouting “MAMA UDO OOOO, MAMA UDO OOOO”. We all rushed out. “OGINI” my mother asked. “Osugooo, mama udo, osugooo. Ubiam anaaaaaaaa” meaning, it has landed, suffering has gone. My mother was curious, “Ogini mere”? She asked. My father asked us to go inside because walls have ears. We all sat down inside, waiting anxiously to hear what papa had to say.

Papa said, in the site where he carries mixed concrete, one white man was there, the white man just called him, he was like me? The man said yes you. My father c@m£ closer. He said, i nee-d groundnut in sacks. I want them processed and exported. Can you help me? My father said yes. The white man asked how much, my father t©ped x4 of the original price. The white man agreed. That was the begining of a turn around in my family. We entered the business of frying groundnut. We employed people. My father bec@m£ groundnut exporter. In less than a year, my father built the biggest house in our village. Udoka, my elder brother c@m£ back. He started help my father in his business. My father went into full time agriculture. He had palm plantations, orange, mango, cashew, sugarcane, pineapple, ru-bber, kolanut, bitter kola plantations. He ventured into Animal farming.He had fish farm, the biggest in my village, poultry with so many species of birds, goats, infact, out of nothig, my father bec@m£ a billonaire to the Amazement of his brothers. He was even richer than they are. My father enroled all my siblings in pri-vate boarding schools but enrolled me in a school in the village on grounds that I’m his last born.
My father did not enrol me in a school that even befits his status. He enroled me in the poorest school in my village.

My mother was very angry. He even instructed my mother never to give me money. I don’t go on errands that involves money. I don’t sell to people so i won’t collect money.

Every month, i must visit that shrine and the priest must barb my hair, my hairs will be burnt, the ashes put into water for my dad to drink, the eggs must be la-id on my tummy, snake must come out of the pot and swallow the egg and surround me for a long time. I will always shout and cry.

My father said, it is what i will be doing to live. Any month i st©p, i will die. If i disclose it to anyone, i will die. That is the only day my father takes me shopping. Change my wardrobe, buy me new shoes, provisions and whatever i ask for.

In my father’s new house, my room was the best but my life was the worse. I struggled throu-gh primary school, secondary school, my father put me in the worse school again. This time, my mother refused. She insisted i must attend the best boarding school like my siblings.

I finally left the house but every month, my father will still come and pick me from school to the shrine. I was in js3 when someb©dy started looking for his money in the hostel. My father doesn’t give me pocket money but give my guardian. He also instructed her to be the one who would buy whatever it is i requested. The started searching and found the money in my bag!!!!

I started crying. I have never stolen before. I did not steal anyb©dy’s thing before. I was flogged mercilessly in school and was expelled. That’s the punishment for stealing in my school then. My father c@m£ in his car and landed me h0t sl@p. He was shouting…….

“your mother brou-ght this disgrace upon me. Now see the disgrace. Why will you steal money? Is your father poor? Are you hungry? Are you lacking anything? You are a disgrace.” The man refused to even listen to me. I cried uncontrollably. My pain was the scholarsh!pcompetition i was supposed to p@rticipate in. I am repres£nting my school in the JS category. I was a very intelligent mathematician in school. My friends calls me maths Guru. Infact all subjects. I even collect money to teach some of them mathe and other subjects. I was dismissed from secondary school for crime i didn’t commit.

Getting home, only my mother stood by me. Brother udoka beat the hell out of me. My mother c@m£ in and gave udoka the beating of his life. My dad c@m£ out and bounced on my mother. It wasn’t a small fight. Udoka was like, “you see what you have caused” he raised his hand to hit me, i had to fight back. I did it on purpose. I just wanted my parents to be distracted and it worked.

My mother said she is done with the marriage. She will be taking me along with her. My father started pleading. My mother said only on one condition that he will put me back in school.

I went back to the poor secondary school in my village and finished secondary Education be there. I still visit the shrine.

I got Admission into the university. It was really tough. I suffered.

 

Tbc