It was about 1:58 a.m when I heard my alarm ringing. I told myself, I am waking up in a moment. I then ask myself if, it is already 3 a.m, because I had just gone to the bathroom at 1:30 a.m. In my mind, I tell myself that I need to wake up, but again, I say, I will do so in a moment. I am in the West, is my thought. Again, I battle with myself and say, just because I am in the West, do not mean I have to live in the societies (I have no idea, what I was saying there). As if on cue and invitation, my eyes begin to slowly close, as I struggle to open them. I was being pushed down. I tried to get up, but someone was pushing my entire body down. I tried to call out Jesus’ name, but may throat was pressed down as well and my mouth sealed.

However, I told myself that I was not going to allow some unknown person to decide what is best for me. So I called out Jesus’ name asking him to set me free using my mind. Then the load on my body became a little lighter. I had my eyes wide open, but my mind was just shutting back down. It old whoever it was, that I was going to win. ‘Do you know who you are dealing with?’ I called out Jesus’ name and as I struggled to wake up out of my “supposedly” sleep, a figure began to form.

The shape of a young woman began to appear, and she had my arm bound to the bed so I could not get up. I looked at her, and saw fear in her face. It looked like she was unsure, how strong she could hold me down, or if I was able to push her away. At that point, I was getting really mad. I told her as the power she held over me began to unravel, that she better run away, because when I get out of the bed, she will be sorry that she had dared to do what she did. As she rolled off my bed, my eyes flew open and I jumped out of my bed looking for her. It dawned on me that it was only 2:00a.m and I had been tormented in a dream within a dream. It has been about SIX years since I was last visited.

So when I woke up in the real world, I could still feel her presence in my room. So I prayed a prayer of delivery and imprisonment. I imprisoned her in Jesus’ name; so that she would not find anyone else to go after. Her master who sent her would just have to find a replacement, although, they will be taken down in Jesus’ name. It’s just a matter of time before Jesus binds him and put him away for 1000yrs.

Paul wrote correctly when he said, that we do not fight against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms (Ephesians 6:12).

One more thing, Jesus was not kidding when he said “I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the son may bring glory to the Father. You ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it” (14:12-14). The same is echoed in (16:23-24) “In that day you will no longer ask me anything. I tell you the truth, my Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.”

Let me just highlight that God gives to us what he believes will serve us best. What you ask may not necessarily be what you get, but a substitute can be better, because God does not give blindly to us.

Yes that was my visitor whom I had not invited. When Paul talks about Spiritual realms, he means spiritual realms. The forces we fight against are neither blood nor flesh. You can take this story as truth or write it off as nonsense, but I can tell you that these wars are real.

Why do you do what you do not want to do and what you do what you do, you don’t do it? When you put down your guard, Satan gets the chance and occupies every once space, pushing the counsellor aside.

Well, I told her that she picked the wrong woman, girl and daughter to mess with. I am the daughter of a king. I am a girl who went through so much just to be set free after two years of battling with the evil one. Two years I sweated through my pillows and sheets, turning them yellow and brown. I soaked my pillows with tears, because I was held up in inceptions with the same enemies after me. When the battle was over and my father claimed victory, I cried with tears of joy. 6 years later, a minor woman thinks she can mess with a grown woman?????

She better rethinks the next time, she picks that job. I AM ANGRY. AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!. How dare they? To hold me bondage, then envy my freedom and joy in Jesus and think they can reclaim me again? How shallow can their minds be??? I have found my refuge, my home, my Father and no amount of evil forces can conquer the will power that I have received from my saviour. He lives in me. They better not even think of touching a hair over my family, friends and acquaintances. IT WILL NOT END WELL ON THEIR PART. I will go after them with a whole army of my Father’s angels and my prayer warriors. My generation will bring change and the generations to come shall not be reckoned with in Jesus’ name. AMEN.

Developing a Culture of Peace.

There we were sitting in class and listening to two Professors, who were enriching us with Peace Research on “How to manage transition processes in ways that do not provoke violence”. As intellectual as that sounded, however, everyone was quiet and almost bored, because they could no longer take much more after five weeks of the same lectures.

At the right moment when the professor stopped talking, one of our classmates sneezed the cutest sneeze ever. It’s not like she had never sneezed before. In this particular moment in class, her sneeze welcomed. Everyone laughed as the atmosphere was lightened. This got me thinking…

If a sneeze could put a smile on people’s faces from different cultures and backgrounds, how much more could a culture of peace within our communities do? Our class was made up of people from Cameroon, Zambia, India, Nigeria, Pakistan, Syria, Japan, China, Holland, Canada, America, Germany, UK and several other countries – whose names are hard to pronounce. We were people with different views and perspectives, but could laugh and smile at a cute sneeze.

it dawned on me that developing a culture of peace was all about relations. How do you relate to your annoying neighbor on the bus? How do you respond to your son or daughter who tells you that a teacher or lecturer has done this or that? Will you try to understand the situation from both sides, or will you take your kid’s side or the teacher’s side?

Are we teaching our young ones to be self-centered or communal? Should we abandon our responsibilities  as parents and  leave everything to educators to teach our children how they should live? Parents too have a responsibility and a duty to their children.

If you go back to the traditional societies, you will discover that in many homes, societal knowledge was passed on to children through oral speech. myths and stories at night by the moms and grandparents had moral lessons, which were used to teach them about the way of life.  A child would be asked later for example, “Do you remember the wasp’s story? Do you remember what happened when the wasp allowed his anger to take over?” The moral lesson drawn from the story addressed the issue of anger. if you allow anger to take control of you, regrettable things can happen that could have been avoided.

Many  traditional societies had values engraved in songs, myths and riddles , which coached the people to co-existing together in peace and harmony. The lessons gave a sense of belonging and identity. For those who were able to maintain such traditions, they raised their children in ways that were different.

therefore, how can those old traditions be revived in order to help develop a culture of of peace?  Parents need to teach children to exercise peace in their daily interactions with people. to help their children attain this goal, the adults in their lives need to model the lifestyle. Children learn best through observation. What authority will you have over your children, if you do not set the example for them to follow? A culture of peace begins with you as the parent and your children will inherit it.

If you came to me because you thought i was the perfect partner for you, what makes you think i will choose you, if you do not reflect the that holds my heart more?

I AM UNIQUE.