My name is Brother Emmanuel Nnabugo. I reside at Adeoya Street, Mushin, Lagos. Although, I have decided to be a member of the Lord’s Chosen Charismatic Revival Ministries, I was not regularly attending services. Three months on my new job in the new company, our company secured a contract in Saudi Arabia and 32 of us were selected to travel to the country for the job. Amid us were Ghanaians, Cameroonians, Europeans, Ethiopians, Filipinos, among others. Preparing for the journey, two buses were provided — a big bus and a smaller one. Setting out on the agreed day, the bigger bus led the way, while the smaller bus I boarded followed. From Qatar to Saudi Arabia by road is about four hours and it is through the desert. At a point, the driver of the bigger bus, a Pakistani, announced that there was danger ahead of us.

We saw four jeeps parked in the front, two on the right side and two on the left side. We were already very close to them and could not turn back. For safety, the driver pressed the police button in the bus; even if police would come, we were already very far from the town. As we moved much closer to them, one of the terrorists alighted from one of the vehicles. He was wearing a turban with a small sunshade, so nobody could see any part of his body. Our driver confirmed them to be a terrorists group called Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS). He said they are going to kill all of us in the desert.

When our buses finally got to them, they stopped us and asked everybody to alight and line in a single file, which we did. I was the eighteenth person on the queue. They ordered us to remove our clothes, leaving only our boxers and we obeyed.

They asked us to say our last prayers, as they matched us to their slaughter and began to pick us, one by one to kill. The first on the line was a Ghanaian, he argued with them when he was ordered to lie down, so, one of them hacked off his head with an axe. We saw his head roll on the ground. They killed the 17 people in my front. After each kill, they will cut up the body and take some parts and dumped the remaining. So, when it got to my turn to enter the slaughterhouse a voice whispered to me to “declare whom I am.” And I told the man pulling me to the slaughter that: “I am a Chosen, I cannot die.” The terrorists did not understand English language, which made things complex for us. I tried to speak Arabic to them because I understand Arabic to some extent. The man retorted and said: “What did you say?” I repeated myself and he gave me a heavy slap. Although, I did not feel the pain, I noticed that the hand he used to slap me began to shake; vibrating and oozing out fluid. This delayed their slaughtering process and taking their victims body parts.

Owing to this, one of them came out and angrily enquired what I did to his colleague. And I told him, I did nothing other than to declare that: “I am a Chosen, I cannot die.” After listening to me, he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out something that looked like a charm and used it to hit his colleague’s hand.

Immediately, his own hand began to vibrate too. Their boss heard of it and directed that I should be brought to him. The man enquired what I did to his men and I said: “I declared that I am a Chosen, I cannot die.” Furious, at my declaration, his other group members used their axes, arrow, bomb and bazooka gun on me, but none worked on me.

Mysteriously, four of the terrorists began to fight each other and ended up killing themselves, while the police later came and arrested the other four.
This was how I was rescued from the evil hands of ISIS terrorist group. God of Chosen is so great!
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