My neighbour (Nwanne), who is also a commercial bus driver suddenly travelled to the village without telling anybody, including his wife.

However, I did not know that he went to his village to prepare some charms against me until his death. He came back on one fateful Friday and we rejoiced over his return. Nevertheless, on Sunday night, I was surprised that Mr. Nwanne that usually go to bed earlier than I, was on that Sunday that preceded his death, still relaxing in his bus.

Not bothered about him, I went in and slept off, especially as my family members had travelled to the village too. Little did I know that my neighbour was in his bus waiting for everybody to go to bed before carrying out the evil assignment the witch doctor gave to him.

While deeply asleep, someone tapped me heavily on my leg and I woke up. Staying awake, a voice commanded that I should go out to check if I locked my bus properly. Surprised at this instruction, l dilly-dallied and the voice re-echoed, this time loader than before. I immediately obeyed and went to where I parked my bus. To my greatest surprise, l saw something that looked like oil on my tyre by the driver’s side. I did not understand what that meant, so I said a short prayer and returned to sleep.

Immediately, I said amen to my prayer, a huge black man entered our compound and I perceived it was the spirit of death that was projected at me that was sent back to sender.

In the morning, as I was about to leave for work, some people rush to inform me that Nwanne has been hit by a vehicle. We all ran to Otun-Oba, Lawanson Road, the scene of the accident, and carried him to Randle Hospital, where he was confirmed dead.

Having stayed at home to mourn him on Monday, I had to go to work on Tuesday. Held up in traffic at Otun-Oba, the venue of the accident, on this Tuesday, a madman came to my side and said in Pidgin English: “I be eye witness to the accident wey kill your neighbour o o. Na you him be want kill, before him come kill himself o o o, and na seven people die follow am, and all of them wey die follow am, na motor kill all of them, motor kill one for Oshodi, kill another for Mushin etc.”

He mentioned the seven places the vehicle killed all of them and concluded that I should go and serve only my God. He said: “Your God is with you,” and disappeared. I was so shocked that I had to ask myself if all that I had heard were real.

Three young men later went to find out who killed Nwanne. They returned to tell me to go and thank my God, adding that I was the person Nwanne wanted to kill, when the spirit of death reversed to take him. According to them, the witch doctor that gave him the charm had warned him to leave me alone because the power in me is great, but Nwanne refused.

At his funeral, his people gave his corpse a cutlass to avenge his death. At the evening of his burial, I was in Lagos. I returned from work and opened my door and smoke filled my room, but when I shouted Holy Ghost fire, immediately l began to hear some noises and discordant sounds in the late Nwanne’s room. Brethren, when God begins, He makes an end; that was how God delivered me from the spirit of death projected at me. P-r-a-i-s-e the Lord! Hallelujah!

May the name of the Lord be glorified in Jesus’ name.

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