Kingsley Osajie picture: Ryan Ward/Your Story Global
One thing I have noticed about Africans is that altruism is VERY RARE among Africans. Altruism is a culture that has not been well embraced Africans. Africans do not help each other; instead they will seek to bring you down. That is the mentality and character of many Africans. I am an African man; but I am an African of a different breed (I do not say this out of ego or self-aggrandizement; it is just the fact).
This picture was posted on Facebook by a Black man from Louisiana USA
Someone was telling me few days ago that I am an African in skin colour but my consciousness, energy and life orientation are not African. That is how I want it to be!
I am the African of a different breed
I am the African who is compassionate.
I am the African who believe in altruism, higher consciousness, living in Constant Divinity and Spirituality.
I am the African who is not brainwashed
I am the African who is not gullible, narrow-minded
I am the African who takes responsibility than blaming Europe and USA for the troubles of Africa
I am the African that is Luminous and all-encompassing
I am the African who believes in equity, justice, fairness, truth and love. Love for humanity
I am the African who does not segregate people based on their skin colour or sexual orientation
I am the African who does not have religious mentality or possessed by religious spirit. I believe in worshipping God in Spirit and in Truth
I am the African who does not parade Jesus. Jesus. Jesus—rather I follow the teachings and instructions of Jesus Christ in an unconventional way
I am the African who is well connected with the Universe, Kwan Yin, Buddha, Krishna, the Sages and Ascended Masters, Cosmic Forces, Almighty I Am, Jesus Christ, Holy Mother Mary, Ganesha, Celestial Beings, Angels, Spirit Guides of Light and Love, my Fairy-Elfin-Friends, Lazaris, Galexis, Gnomes, Sylphs, Undines, Salamanders
I am the African who does not grovel
I am the African that is sovereign: free from all forms colonialism…neo and such…
I am the African who does not have an enslaved mentality
I am the African who is determined and passionate to and standing out from other Africans…
I am the African who does not follow the lower consciousness existing in Africa
I am the African who is not limited to Africa
I am the African who is fearless, quirky, maverick and positively rebellious
I am the African who knows who I am as a Conscious Divine Being
I am the African who follows New Thought and a Lover of Spirituality
I am the African who is embodying the energy of the Lotus Flower!
Lotus Flowers: Google Images
THIS IS ME…I am Kingsley (unique, quirky and one-of-a-kind)
When I read this story, I was touched. At first when I saw this story on Facebook I thought it was one of those usual stories; curious led me to read through and I did. There is a BIG lesson in this story and I want you to read it. I really enjoyed it. Life has a way favoring us even in our darkest moments and lowest of lows!!
A girl was living with her uncle because her parents died of HIV. She was the only child from her mother’s womb. She was educated by her uncle from nursery to class 4 and when the girl was in class 4, the uncle saw that the girl was beautiful.
One night, he went to the girl’s room and told the girl that if she doesn’t play sex with him, he will chase her from his place and stop paying her school fees. The girl tried to cry to her uncle but he refused to understand. The girl accepted to leave her uncle’s place and went to the streets suffering, all the time crying, being hungry, being lonely and the last OPTION she had was to go down on her knees and pray to GOD till GOD answered her prayers.
A woman came driving and saw the girl praying. She stopped and asked the girl to enter into the car. She took the girl and took her back to school, bought everything for her like her daughter. The girl completed education and as we talk right now, she has completed University and working at WORLD BANK.
The name Ngozi Okonjo Iweala is a Global Name! And that is something that ought to be laudable. Ngozi Okonjo Iweala is the Director-General of World Trade Organization. This is such a lofty height! But there is something missing somewhere….if you read through the Wikipedia page of Ngozi Okonjo Iweala; you will notice that she does not have anything that describes her as Altruistic and that is something that is missing in her portfolio and personality.
Ngozi Okonjo Iweala is from my state (Delta State). She is from Ogwashi-Uku in Delta State. Now, one would expect that a global personality in the caliber of Ngozi Okonjo Iweala would transform her hometown into a tourist attraction or at least to a very civilized place. But the reverse is the case because there is no meaningful development in Ngozi Okonjo Iweala hometown of Ogwashi-Uku. Ogwashi-Uku is just a village—the only thing that makes it known is the polytechnic nothing more. Is it not a shameful and disappointing that Ogwashi-Uku is able to produce a global personality in the person of Ngozi Okonjo Iweala; yet she could not bring development to her hometown! This speaks volumes about her. The only thing Ngozi Okonjo Iweala has accomplished so far is wearing African fabrics. I am not in any way judging Ngozi Okonjo Iweala. But even if you want to call it judgment; are we not supposed to judge a person by results? I want you to digest the words by a Martian communicator, Mars Sector 6, in 1956.
“Judge a Man by Results.” —Mars Sector 6
“Judge a man by his detachment.
“Judge a man by his love for all.
“Judge a man by his acceptance and knowledge of Oneness.
“Judge a man by his wisdom.
“Judge a man by his Cosmic logic.
“Judge a man by his sacrifice—not for himself, not for his wife, not for his family—but for the whole world, YOUR world.”
“These are the ways to judge. Judge well, ye men of Terra, and when ye find one who passes the test of your judgment, then follow such a one even to your death.” George King (Contact with Gods from Space)
It is a well-known fact that laughter is therapeutic and as well contagious too! I have always thought about the Laughing Buddha and I have always loved his pictures too. After seeing the picture of the Laughing Buddha inside a Lotus Flower—shirtless I was full of wonders!! And guess what? The smile/laughter of the Laughing Buddha really made me smile/laugh! Suffice that it lifted my vibration. I kept smiling thinking about the Laughing Buddha and I began to love and admire the Laughing Buddha! Lol…so I decided to make a research about the Laughing Buddha and I found some lovely information about this amazing and Laughing Buddha which I will share with you; but before I will go ahead and share these information with you, here is what happened as I was researching about the Laughing Buddha:
While I was reading about the Laughing Buddha; I saw a line where he was described as “poor…” in my mind I said with levity and intuitively “this is not true because the Laughing Buddha represents opulence after all he does not look poor. He must have been camouflaging simplicity and low-key…” to my greatest surprise I read the next line describing the Laughing Buddha as symbolizing abundance and contentment; something I have firsthand intuitively realized!
So without further ado, here are the information about the Laughing Buddha I hope the Laughing Buddha causes you to smile!
Laughing Buddha: Faceboook
Laughing Buddha statues are perhaps one of the most loved artefacts. They are commonly seen in homes, offices, hotels, gardens, restaurants, shops, and museums and temples. They are made of wood, metal, porcelain, and stone or painted in colour and line.
The Laughing Buddha is a symbol of happiness, contentment and prosperity. He is called ‘Budai’ in Chinese. Figures of the Laughing Buddha at the Salar Jung Museum are popular with the visitors.
Laughing Buddha: Google Images
The Laughing Buddha is a symbol of happiness, contentment and prosperity. He is called ‘Budai’ in Chinese. Figures of the Laughing Buddha at the Salar Jung Museum are popular with the visitors.
According to Chinese tradition, ‘Budai’ was an eccentric Chinese Zen monk who lived during the later Liang dynasty (907-923 AD) of China. He was a native of Fenghua and his Buddhist name was Qieci (Chinese : Pinyin). He was considered a man of good and loving character. Some Buddhist traditions consider him a Buddha or ‘Bodhisattva’, usually Maitreya (the future Buddha). His large protruding stomach and jolly smile have given him the common designation “Laughing Buddha”.
In Japanese, ‘Budai’ is pronounced as ‘Hotei’. It means ‘clothsack’ or ‘glutton’. It is believed that if one rubs the belly of Buddha, it brings good luck and wealth. The Laughing Buddha is also seen as one of the seven Japanese Shinto Gods of luck.
In Thailand, ‘Budai’ is sometimes confused with a widely-respected monk, ‘Sangkachai’. ‘Sangkachai’ was a Budhist ‘Arhat’ (Arahant in ‘Pali’) during the time of Lord Buddha. Lord Buddha praised Angkachai for his excellence in explaining Dharma easily and correctly.
He was one of the Eighteen ‘Arhats’ of Buddhism.
However, two points distinguish ‘Sangkachai’ from ‘Budai’.
While Sangkachai has a trace of hair on his head, ‘Budai’ is clearly bald. And while ‘Budai’ covers both arms and leaves the torso uncovered, Sangkachai wears robes folded across one shoulder.
(Laughing Buddha: Google Images)
Chinese temples have figures of the Laughing Buddha located at temple entrances. He is often worshipped as a God of good luck and prosperity.
The Lingyin temple in Hangchou has a Laughing Buddha carved out of camphor wood, over 60-feet tall and gilded with one hundred ounces of gold leaf. The Lama temple in Beijing has the largest Laughing Buddha, which is carved from a single piece of wood.
Taiwan’s Treasure Cognition temple at Taichung houses the country’s largest Laughing Buddha, with his bald head touching the ceiling.
(Laughing Buddha: Google Images)
Called ‘Fat Buddha’ in English-speaking countries, ‘Hasne Buddha’ in Nepalese, the Laughing Buddha is all about blurring the cultural divide between West and East as he brings good luck to all.
An account exists of the post mortem appearances of Budai, the Laughing Buddha, recorded in the Ching-te ch’uan-teng-lu (The Transmission of the Lamp), written between 1004 and 1007 CE by the monk Shi Daoyuan.
“In the third month of the third year of Cheng Ming (917 AD), the Master proclaimed his approaching parinirvana. At the Yueh-lin Temple, he took up his seat, cross legged, on a flat stone below the Eastern veranda, and spoke the following verse:
“Maitreya, the Veritable Maitreya, divides his body into ten thousand million parts. From time to time, appearing among men, he proclaims the Truth to the men of that era, but they naturally do not recognise him.”
Budai has origins centered around cult worship and local legend.[6] He is traditionally depicted as a fat, bald monk wearing a simple robe. He carries his few possessions in a cloth sack, being poor but content.[7] He would excitingly entertain the adoring children that followed him and was known for patting his large belly happily. His figure appears throughout Chinese culture as a representation of both contentment and abundance. Budai attracted the townspeople around him as he was able to predict people’s fortunes and even weather patterns.[5] The wandering monk was often inclined to sleep anywhere he came to, even outside, for his mystical powers could ward off the bitter colds of snow and his body was left unaffected. A recovered death note dated to 916 or 917 A.D., which the monk himself wrote, claims that he is an incarnation of Maitreya, the Buddha of the Future.
When he had finished reciting this verse, he quietly died. Afterwards, there were men in his neighbourhood who saw the Master, carrying his bag as before and walking. Because of this, the monks vied with one another in painting his likeness. Now in the Yueh-lin Temple, in the Eastern part of the Great Hall, is preserved his body (embalmed), and people in many places speak of his re-apparition as a proven fact.”
People celebrate birthday everyday because every day is someone’s birthday elsewhere. There are lots of birthday songs out there to complement this thing called birth-day. What is birthday? It is that simple: the day you were born. Why do people celebrate their birthdays? Haha!! To mark the day they were born into this Plane of Existence called Earth!
Birthday Pic: Google Images.
Countries, organizations and other institutions celebrate their birthday (also known as Independence Day celebrations). I am from Nigeria and the Nigeria’s independence (assuming Nigeria is truly independent) is celebrated every October 1st because Nigeria got a so-called independence from Britain in October 1st 1960.
In Christianity, Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on the 25th December of every year which is called Christmas; other religions have their own days where they celebrate the birth of whatever Deities they believe in as well.
I am the curator lol! So I still have my pictures of my birthday when I was a child. You know the childhood birthday pictures you snap back in the days….it is always full of memories, love and innocence! As I have grown older; I have not paid much attention to celebrating my birthday as I don’t see it as something that has a top priority in my life. Although when I was a Jehovah’s Witness celebrating birthday was demonized. I am a Virgo and September is my birthday (September 22 to be precise). But my attention is not even focused on celebrating my birthday; I think it does not matter to me whether I celebrate my birthday or not. I am not attached to celebrating my birthday (side note: not because a teaching from my former religion Jehovah’s Witness).
My Birthday Picture with my Mom when I was a child
Before now, I mean many years back—when people were celebrating their birthdays I used to hear them say out their actual age with joy and proud. But for a reason I am yet to fathom the narrative has changed!! Nowadays, when people are celebrating their birthdays what you hear is “I am +1 today…” I think that is MADNESS! Why do you think someone who is celebrating his or her birthday should hide his age or her age? Is there any crime in saying out your age?
Apart from this trend that has taken up birthday celebration; people seem to be very attached to celebrating birthdays. I am not against it but the way people go about it most times is quite alarming and can be a cause of raising eyebrow…my opinion is everything should be done in moderation and decently.
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What is your take on people hiding their age during their birthday celebration? Are there any cultural beliefs, stereotype or spiritual meaning attached to people not wanting to say out their age during their birthday celebrations? Do you think the word “+1” is the right thing to say during someone’s birthday celebration? What would happen or what is the worst that could happen if someone says out his or her actual age during their birthday celebration? Is it that people are ashamed to say out their actual age during birthday celebrations? Are you among those categories of people who have been adopted the term “+1”? If yes, why did you start using +1 during your birthday celebrations?
To everyone who is celebrating their birthday I wish you an abundant and superb birthday. Wishing you an aging with Grace and Glory!
Egypt has been a country I value and honour since my childhood. According to history; civilization started from Egypt and Egypt has one of the Seven Wonders of the World! I have always been fascinated by Egyptian history, culture, people and mythologies. When I was in high school I would sit in the library for hours exploring Egyptian mythologies. As one who loves voyaging Egypt is among my favorite tourist destination—but because of what I have experienced from an Egyptian; I would now say that Egypt used to be among favorite tourist destination; because I am no longer holding Egypt in a high esteem. Neither are my honouring Egypt again! Suffice to say that I have begun seeing all Egyptians and Egypt as a country in entirety as WICKED, DECEITFUL and PHONY!! There is a reason for this: remember it takes only one grain sand to tip the scale in either direction.
Pyramids of Egypt
Sphinx
One Egyptian has made me to see all Egyptians as the same. Why? Because I trusted this Egyptian woman called Ghada Gad. She is a journalist and a translator but she took my trust and respect I had for her as a weakness. However, I have the FULL confidence and FAITH that the Universe, Karma, Kwan Yin, Angels and the Cosmic Forces are coming after Ghada Gad; because Ghada Gad MUST face the consequences of what she has done to me. There is no way Ghada Gad is going to escape her Nemesis of her actions!
I know someone will be asking what Ghada Gad did to Kingsley and what happened? What happened and what Ghada Gad did to Kingsley is this: Ghada Gad stole my poems!! Read through my explanations below.
One Egyptian journalist and translator by name Ghada Gad. I met Ghada Gad on LinkedIn 2022; according to the LinkedIn profile of Ghada Gad, she is a Translator (English/Arabic)& classicist (Freelance journalist). Ghada Gad has 500+ connections on LinkedIn. Her location specifies Alexandria, Egypt and her educational institution also specifies Alexandria University. She has an M.A. of literary criticism in 2008 from Alexandria University. Anyway, I will attach screenshot of Ghada Gad LinkedIn profile.
Now, the problem I am having with Ghada Gad is that she stole my poems!!!Let me explain:
After I met Ghada on LinkedIn we started having a good rapport. It was there I introduced myself to her that I am a writer. Yes, I have a children’s book on Amazon and other bookstores worldwide; the title is Cindy and Her Beautiful Bird. I am also a blogger at www.kingsley-osajie.com and I am from Delta State, Nigeria but I live in Abuja, Nigeria. Ghada Gad and I started having mutual conversations. Subsequently, I told Ghada Gad about my love and familiarity for Egypt. How I used to stay up late in the library reading about Egyptian mythology, culture and history when I was in high school. It seemed very fascinating to Ghada Gad. From there I told Ghada Gad that I have written a poem about the Sphinx in Egypt and the Nile River. Ghada Gad was really excited and she asked me to send her my poems about Egypt. I felt a little reluctant to send her my poems but I thought of how we have been conversing for some months and I thought that Ghada Gad was an authentic and credible person so I sent her my poems via email. The screenshot I have attach here in this post.
I sent Ghada my poems on April 12, 2022. I sent it to her email address (ghadagad1975@yahoo.com) she acknowledged receipt and promised me that she would make sure my poems are published. That she was going to start working on the translation of my poems into Arabic and once she is done she would forward it to an editor and then it would be published. I have evidences of my conversation with Ghada Gad on LinkedIn.
After giving me her words that I should not worry that she (Ghada Gad) would publish my poems the next thing I saw is that Ghada Gad blocked me on LinkedIn. I could not reach her on LinkedIn anymore but there was no way I could send her messages. She also deleted her messages to me; but thankful to LinkedIn because I was able to retrieve Ghada Gad deleted messages, view them and made screenshots of them.
Ghada Gad LinkedIn Profile
My Conversation with Ghada Gad
My Conversation with Ghada Gad
My Conversation with Ghada Gad
My email of sending Ghada Gad my Poems
Ghada Gad acknowledging my email
Ghada Gad has made my view of Egypt and Egyptians to tilt…I am not happy with Ghada Gad. Ghada Gad MUST be brought to book and justice should be given out to me. Ghada Gad should publish my poems as she has previously agreed.
“The game of Life is a game of boomerangs. Our deeds, words and thoughts returns to us, sooner or later with astounding accuracy.” Florence Scovel Shinn
No matter what, Ghada Gad must face the consequences of her actions and I am open for anyone to join me in this cause for Ghada Gad to be exposed. There is no peace for the wicked.
In this ever-evolving Universe, everything is vibrating and everything is moving: either in different directions or the same directions. Nothing is stagnant. Everything and everyone has “where” they are going to. It is a common communication between people—when you get to the motor park you are being asked your destination. It applies to the airport, railway station and every other aspects of human existence.
One day, I was in the cab—I was not the only one in the cab; there were other passengers. The cab was moving and everyone was on silence. With time, each passenger started alighting at their various destinations. So it happened till I was the only one remaining in the cab. Just me and the driver—I actually began to feel a kind of lonely, sober and curious…I was filled with wonder. Inside my mind I was thinking something: and I was thinking about destinations. Not only was I thinking about the destinations of my fellow passengers. I was also thinking about life too. I looked out from the window and I saw cars, vehicles etc moving to-and-fro in different directions…all headed to a particular but different destinations!
Each time I see cars and vehicles moving to and fro. Where are they going to? They all have their destinations. Same thing applies when I am on the highway; you see people moving up and down, left and right etc. they all have different destinations! That is to show you that everything is moving.
Now, the BIG question, is do you have a destination? Do you know your destination? The word destiny, destined and destination all has the same meaning because it talks about a path of life…I mean Life-Path—and when you are following a path it is leading YOU “somewhere.” So, when you hear people talk about destiny just remember that they are talking about the path of life your Soul has chosen to follow or live in. Everyone cannot have the same destiny. I know my destination and I am following it.
Again, I will round up this post by asking you: what is your destination? Where is your destination?
By nature, humans are “crazy” including me! Lol! There is something I have been noticing…now people will say it is a normal thing or justify it by saying that is a personal hygienic practice. Hmm…well it ought to be a personal hygienic practice; but then I think there is a limit to things we should do. Although it all boils down to different strokes for different folks!
Actually, I never thought I would write about something like this but it became so recurrent and prevalent that it caught my attention and I have to. The question now is, is this habit born out of laziness…? Let me go straight to the topic:
You know it is good to maintain a good personal hygienic routine. But at the same time I think we should exercise some level of boundaries and standards. Nowadays, I see that most people especially in the streets I see this happening. They have turned to these Hausa men to take care of their manicure and pedicure. Now, these people are just ordinary citizens. These Hausa men do the manicure and pedicure for these people and they pay them. BUT, I do not find it hygienic or a good thing. The question is, what it will take for someone to use the razor or nail clipper to cut their finger nails and toe nails? Why wait for someone else to come and do that for you. And the craziest thing is that you see them stretch out their hands or feet and the Hausa man does the pedicure and manicure innocently and attentively. It looks crazy to me.
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Do not get me wrong. I love taking care of my body as well but not in this way. Even if I want to have manicure and pedicure; it should not be done by the street men. In fact, suffice to say that it is not even healthy. Going to a saloon is better than just stopping one Hausa man to come and cut your finger nails and toe nails for you. I was with someone some time ago and the person called a Hausa to come and caught his finger nails. In the process, the Hausa man was mistakenly cutting his flesh. How irritated I was!!
Another question, is how sanitized and sterilized are the equipments of these Hausa men used in manicure and pedicure? It is so sad that many people do not pay attention to their health. Forgetting that through these unhygienic health practices they are opening themselves up to contact infections and diseases.
One will say that I am trying to put those Hausa men out of business by condemning their work. I am not really condemning their work. What I am doing is a constructive criticism. In advanced countries of the world such unhygienic practices do not happen. The ideal thing is for these Hausa men to open up a saloon shop where people will come and patronize them. That way it would be more hygienic and better; but if you want to start analyzing that it boils down to our country we are living that is lope-sided and backward.
Do you use roadside manicure and pedicure to treat your finger nails and toe nails?
When you hear the kind of life orientation and mentality of some people you will be dumbfounded. You begin to ask yourself what kind of blood is flowing in such person’s body. No doubt, we are living in a patriarchal society…some times when I remember my experience from whence the title of this post came from I am left dumbfounded and shrugging my shoulder in WONDER.
It was during the Christmas season in 2020; I went to a meeting—that meeting is a contribution meeting where they share foodstuffs at the end of the year. But I am not a member of the meeting. I went there to represent my brother as he was not around. There in the meeting, there is this pandemonium which can be either a good one or bad one. In such gatherings altercations are not left out. I actually minded my own business and acted as a spectator; they shared palm wine (known as Ozuu) in my native language. I love palm wine because it is natural and nourishing!
As we were enjoying the palm wine; a lady walked into the compound to fetch water—and then came a murmuring and uproar…one man sitting opposite me gave the lady a nasty look and hissed with anger. “Women of nowadays are nothing to write home about…how can a woman be wearing that kind of dress….”? The young lady was wearing a tight trouser showing the shape of her body and skin. I am sure she did not know they were talking about her. Some of the men in the meeting were laughing while others were joined in the scolding.
The man who began talking about the lady took it very personal because he was very angry. “Don’t be surprised that this lady is married and she is dressing like this…” he said with resentment. “That is why I have said that my wife must die before me. She must die before me.” He affirmed emphatically and passionately. One man among them asked him his reason for saying such statement and he answered: “If I die before my wife she will have the privilege to start dressing the way she likes; another man will take her and start having relationship with her. Even in my grave I will not be happy with her and I will seek revenge. So she must die before me that is the only way there will be peace…”
“So you do not want your wife to have a companion if you are dead. Besides, don’t you think two of you will grow old together and by that time you must have finished training your children and it will be just the two of you? Or is it not your wish for the two of you to grow old together”? Another man told him. “Men often die before their wives because of the struggles and suffering men pass through in order to provide for their wife and children. So if I die before my wife another man will come and take and start enjoying what I have labored for. That cannot happen! She must die before me! From his countenance one could tell easily that he is a vindictive and malicious person—the territorial and jealous partners!
I could not believe my ears and eyes when I heard him say these. In my mind, I was like: now the poor wife is at home innocent; maybe she is hurrying to prepare meal for her beloved husband and the so-called beloved husband is outside planning evil ahead of her! Too bad! In my own opinion and full transparency; I do not think this man is a good man. He does not love the wife—otherwise why would he have such plans.
On the other hand do you think a wife would say such or wish such for her husband?
This Earth we live in is a sea of energy!! Earth—though appears to be a physical realm; but trust me Earth is a realm that has both the physical and spiritual energies in it. Like Zoroaster correctly said “There is one God and a continuous struggle between the forces light and darkness.” When I was a Jehovah’s Witness, we were taught not to believe in some spiritual acts which happen to humans or caused by humans: even if you want to call it witchcraft, spell, hexes, jinxes, black magic. During my time as a Jehovah’s Witness, I subliminally knew that life is beyond the physical and that there is more than meet the eyes…!
I was in a spiritual gathering some time ago when a young man shared an experience of what HAPPENED to him. It is SO OVERWHELMING and decided not to keep it to myself but to share with you a very touching story that happened to a young man. To protect his identity and privacy, I will call him Samson in this article (even if it not his real name).
One Sunday morning in the spiritual gathering I was in with my friend. During the activities; a young handsome guy came forward to share what happened him. Samson came forward and introduced himself. He was living in Germany and doing well in Germany. As we are living in a modern and digital world; there are many ways to meet people especially on the internet. Samson is a young guy who was ready to be in a relationship and get married. According to him, he met a girl online and they started chatting. They were chatting while he was in Germany. Until “SOMETHING” happened!
Google.com/Google images
Samson said he has been in Nigeria for the past two years and “forgot” to go back to Germany. Now, the question is why would someone who is living abroad; visited Nigeria and then forget to go back to Germany? Something should be amiss somewhere—do not you think so? As Samson shared his story everyone was listening with a rapt attention; including me! And then Samson dropped the breaking news….his forgetting to back to Germany was caused by a spelled he was under its influence!!!!
source: Google.com/Google images
The girl Samson was dating went to a Babalawo (Shaman) and cast a spell on Samson to not remember to go back to Germany. According to Samson, his intention was to come to Nigeria, spend some time with the girl, go back to Germany and then come back and wed the girl and take her to Germany. But something happened—according to him; he was spending on the girl and her family; even footing the bills of the girl’s university school fees. He continued this way for complete two years—he said one day he was lying on the bed when he felt like scales were out of his eyes and that he regained his sense/consciousness! He asked me himself subliminally “What are my still doing in Nigeria”? He checked the calendar and realized that he has been in Nigeria for two years forgetting his job and residence in Germany!! With synchronicity, he came across a prophet who revealed to him that he was under a spell that is why he has not gone back to Germany.
It was revealed to Samson that the girl he was dating took his picture to a shaman who broke many eggs on his (Samson) head and tied him spiritually so that he would not go back to Germany and to always do the bidding of the girl he was dating! The prophet instructed Samson to go on a one week fasting and prayer so that the spell can be broken; having heard this Samson was shocked and overwhelmed; he had no choice than to obey the prophet’s instruction. Later on, he met the girl and jokingly decided to check her phone; behold! There were the pictures of the witchcraft activities and spell that was worked on Samson! He could not believe his eyes and that was the end of the relationship.
After the service, Samson was prayed for and counseled. According to him, he said he felt inspired to come and join us in the spiritual gathering. When he finished sharing his experience with us, he told us that he went to the German embassy in Nigeria to sort out his travelling schedules; that his travelling documents were all ready. Samson went back to Germany the following week.
Praise God!!
One thing I know for sure is that; no matter how strong and powerful a black magic/witchcraft activities or demonic forces may seem to be. Against the power of Light there can be n victory!
Kingsley Osajie 