…..How God showed up in my life
Johnbull and his fellow accident victims were then rescued and transported to the hospital. One of them had a fractured thigh and another had his stomach punctured—but luckily survived. At the hospital, Johnbull was examined to make sure there was no internal bleeding. Two days later he was discharged while others stayed back. As soon as he arrived his base in Abuja, anger took over. What was that accident meant for? Here is man trying to move up and some terrible invincible foe was adamant. Johnbull was so enraged that he started searching for what he called the final solution.
He wanted someone who was powerful enough to help him mount a counter attack. Then came the news that one of those involved in the accident had died! This Life! That sad news was a confirmation that some dark forces exists that contest the destiny of a human being. Whatever the enemy is, should not be taken lightly. No wonder churches talk about delays, disappointment and all that disturbing evil. Johnbull wasn’t happy; the fellow that lost his life was so close to him. Doctors had tried to heal his thigh wounds, but according to rumors which may be true, the guy had suffered several attacks in the night.
The news that filtered in confirmed that the accident was not a fluke, that it had been predetermined from the pit of hell. Who knows? Whoever was behind it may decide to launch a fresh assault. Johnbull decided to be ready. Sure enough, a close pal—a lady—told him there was a place where such unprovoked attacks are dealt with. The place by the name Church on the Hill was headed by –according to sources—a very powerful prophetess. The lady saw Johnbull the very day he appeared for worship and pointed a lean finger at him ‘you come here!’ Prophetess had been described as no nonsense spiritual woman and that she was ruthless with witches and wizards.
The information on her was such that her most potent weapon was accurate prophesy—and that excited Johnbull. ‘God just saved you from an accident’, she disclosed. ‘Those who planned it are not far from you’, she declared. ‘You must rise up, otherwise, you have yourself to blame!’ That settled the matter. After service, Johnbull waited to ‘see’ the prophetess, who smiled coyly when they met. Prophetess was a slim fair complexioned woman with an average height. Her eyes were hollow with a pointed nose and curved lips. She wore a heavy Mary Kay make-up and a pale blue skimpy dress to match. She seemed restless and hung a fat golden cross on her neck.
Her office was small and adorned with assorted bibles. There were lots of people outside waiting to ‘consult’ with her and possibly get a spiritual message. ‘Look, go and prepare; we have to go to your father’s compound and pray; we will go with 30 bags of small salt and 20 bottles of anointing oil’ she reeled out. ‘We have to go with the whole choir, pray overnight; before anyone knows what happened we are back in Abuja.’ She went on to explain that the one-day operation was to dislodge the wicked and their evil works from the afflicted family—for the compound had been soiled many years back. They called it ‘foundational problem!’ On the agreed date, Johnbull arranged for the 250,000-naira logistics; a Toyota Hiac bus was hired and a 22-member team, set out for the 380 kilometers trip to Ozala.
On arrival, the village was in darkness as usual. The compound had deteriorated badly and you could see vividly the works of the powers of darkness. A small Honda car parked inside had also decayed. Since the car was bought, it had been a regular visitor to the mechanic until the owner got fed up and abandoned it. Immediately, rodents, cockroaches took over; now, hardly would anyone know that the car was only recently bought! The time of arrival was around 7pm; the journey had been smooth with praise singing and worship. Soon, light refreshment was served and once it was midnight, service began; the prophetess sang different warfare songs and led powerful prayers in the four corners of the compound.
When it was 4am, she distributed the bags of salt and ordered that they be sprayed round the compound; then she anointed the compound and declared freedom and release—including fruitfulness. At the sound of cock crow, they were done and ready to depart. The journey back was smooth and Johnbull expressed his happiness for a job well done. Secretly, he felt elated that this assignment was carried out. Johnbull have had enough and once the money was there, why not spend it to get results! The next few months were testing. Johnbull attended service regularly, paid his vows, pledges, tithes and building contributions.
Then he got a call on a day, probably Friday, that prophetess had been detained for huge debt owed a trader. She had refused to pay and the trader—a fellow lady like her– reported to the Police. They swung into action and got her detained.  The prophetess turned out to be a serial debtor and this time she owed the sum of N150,000. By some twist of fate, Johnbull was the guy they called; apparently, they felt he could be exploited. And truly, once he heard the prophetess was behind bars and could be detained over the weekend, Johnbull coughed out the money without hesitation, and the prophetess was released. Ironically, Johnbull had received some allowances that same day he got the call! Did these people know that he received anything? Was it planned? Well, that is left in the realm of conjecture.
After the release, Johnbull became wary of her activities especially increasing demands for money. He felt that her activities were inching towards satanic order; Johnbull couldn’t stand this. Gradually, he began to withdraw. He had expected swift response from the family liberation visit home, but as at the time he finally left, he had spent triple what the liberation trip cost him. Johnbull began to have a feeling of reprisal attacks of different kinds. Either he was spending more time with mechanic or he would experience strange delays. Once his car had to spend three weeks at the mechanic workshop without any diagnosis.
Then suddenly the car would come to life. Inexplicably, he began to owe debts and his bank accounts started reading zero. He didn’t know what was happening, but for sure he felt some strange force pulling him away from good things. No one was able to explain whether this was a demonic attack or something else. Actually, it was a fight back from the demons of his village. Their base was raided by Johnbull and his spiritual team; therefore, a fight back must be anticipated. One day, Johnbull dreamt of a Masquerade pursuing him and he woke up panting! His body was drenched with sweat and luckily for him, he reached out for his bible and began to reverse whatever the masquerade had done.
He learnt in one his prayer sessions that ‘no weapon fashioned against him shall prosper… and that he has been given the powers to trample upon serpents and scorpions!’ That’s how he managed to repel the attack. But it was evident that there was not going to be any relenting. He had to sit up or defeat was imminent.  By this time, his client had completely abandoned him and he was left to his fate. Johnbull felt that life was unfair to him. A talented man like him unable to find some worthwhile job to do! ‘That’s rubbish, man’ he would say. While his colleagues swam on the lofty side of life, Johnbull battled to solve the mysteries surrounding his life until the time of his client expired at the place of work.
More woes were on the way. When it was time to leave, he drove to the house of his client to see if there was any form of settlement—or pay off. He was told the man had left! Hmm. Johnbull was too shocked for words. The next day, the owner of the house where he lived issued a quit notice. His client had refused to extend the payment which was at the time a meagre N200,000!  fortunately, Johnbull was gathering strength in prayers; what was missing was that he had not yet placed all his hope on God. When confronted with calamities, he sorts refuge in spiritual homes, left his fate in the hands of men of God –rather than in God Himself! That has been the problem.
But in the course of his plight, Johnbull came across several ministers of God who ended up blighting his reputation. One of them who lived in a remote village, ended up impregnating a lady who was looking for pregnancy. Another one who had his signboard displayed in prominent sections of the town ended up obtaining various sums of money from innocent worshipers. They were so concerned with their personal welfare that they lost touch with God—and their subjects like Johnbull suffered. Of course the demons had it all: they attacked ceaselessly and deprived the weak from achieving anything in life. Johnbull’s plight was worse; he would start a business, and on the edge of ‘closing’ the deals, something inevitably crops up and wham!
That’s the end. So, without results, there will be nothing to show for hard work! That’s the difference between him and his friends who were making it. It was in this stage that with nowhere to go, and no house to live in, he painfully ended up in the church! A church of all places! Someone who has been to ivy league schools now forced into this low life–the church premises! What more, on the way to the church after his Landlord effected the quit notice, Johnbull headed to the church around 11pm. Somewhere close to his former office, his car began to smoke and eventually over heated. He had to wait for 30 minutes before the engine cooled and he drove off.
And sadly for the next three months the church became his abode where he slept! Johnbull would drive in around 11pm, roll back the car’s seat and sleep off. By 5am, he is up and dressed for the day. That was how he lived and no one suspected his frustration and disappointment. But the brave man he is, Johnbull weathered the storm and trudged on. The days turned to weeks and months; Johnbull endured a torrid life and suffered in silence. His client on whose shoulders he kept his hope has since gone –far into another enterprise while people like Johnbull who followed him were left in the cold—abandoned! In those 3 months, the embattled Johnbull saw another grim aspect of life; he moved aimlessly and he endured rejection.
Instead of despair, he became hardened. In the course of sleeping in the church, he met one Baba Niyi who was an adept in spiritual warfare. Baba Niyi had experienced several storms in life to the extent that he merely laughed when he heard of Johnbull’s predicaments. He then narrated how those storms pushed him to learn the art of aggressive prayers and how eventually he succeeded in breaking the yoke. He sympathized with Johnbull and told him to get ready to fight for his salvation. Baba Niyi was an assistant pastor in the church where Johnbull slept.
The name of the church was Prayerlink Evangelical Assembly. Johnbull liked him at first glance and embraced everything he said. Together they fixed Tuesdays and Thursdays to mount night vigil from 12 to 3am during which Baba Niyi would pray nonstop quoting bible verses. Then another young man simply called Sunny joined them. Sunny was a thin looking man who lived inside the church as well. No specific role was given to him in the church, but on his own, he prayed all day and night. He survived through the goodwill of friends and church members who appreciated his spiritual prowess. Between the two men, Johnbull quickly picked up and began to fire back at his enemies.
He was no longer afraid that he worked like an Elephant and ate like an Ant—for that was his case. His fear gradually began to ease and he began to receive favours. One day, he travelled to Lagos. On the way, he met a lady whom he once helped at the Commission where he worked. The woman was so excited to see him and shouted ‘Hey Johnbull, where have you been?’ and Johnbull replied that he had been around; the lady by the name Dr. Ngozi Birabi requested for them to meet at a convenient time ‘Why don’t you come and see me on your return? She had said. And Johnbull, happy that his prayers were gathering momentum smiled and accepted. ‘Very well then, try …and see me…there is something for you’ she added.
