She started hearing voices when at 300 Level
The voices were not native to her
But she could understand them clearly
Incantations, invocations, the surreal
She was a Christian
Deeply rooted in the Word
Deeply involved in the campus fellowship
At first she ignored it
But it grew worse
She couldn’t sleep
She couldn’t pray
She was running mad
She told her mother!
She told her Father!
Went for deliverance services
She ended up in a psychiatric hospital
The doctors said the voices were in her head, they diagnosed her case as Schizophrenia
She was only 27!
But the doctors were wrong, she really heard them
Chanting, singing dirges, speaking the deep language of demonic realm
She deferred her admission
Gotcommitted into the hospital
The drugs broke her
She would be flat all day, but once the drug begins to wear off, she would go hyper!
Sometimes she would pluck her own hair off her head!
It was that bad!
After some months, she got better (Said the doctors)
She was discharged
But life was never the same again
She had had a brush with insanity
It made her question reality all the time
She got a job
Tried to live a normal life
But she could only move in a triangular pattern
Work, home, church, work, home, church
She had been on course to marry a medical doctor
When she had the challenge, he ran
Who would marry a mad girl? Even if she was the queen of Sheba!
Suitors came calling
She fended them off
It was easier to deal with her issues alone
To be in a relationship would complicate things unnecessarily
That was her story, a beauty with the beast within, waiting to unleash!
She went marketing one day
She stood at the gate of an estate hoping to meet prospects
There was a small hold up
She watched the cars
Then she saw him
A guy in Jeans and T-shirt
Waiting for the traffic to clear
She looked intently at him
He saw her
Beckoned her to come closer
He: How can I help you
She: I am selling properties, I am a marketer
He told her to hop in
He drove her into the estate
Parked before her office
They started talking
She didn’t know why
Her tongue went loose
She told him, a total stranger the truth about her condition
“The voices are back and I am drowning” she cried
He put his fore fingers, of the left hand and the right hand into her ears
Kabashed in words and in songs
He spoke to the voices
In Jesus name, I command you foul spirit of Schizophrenia
Leave this daughter of Zion and never return
The spirit resisted!
They were beside the main road, in an estate!
She fell into him
He opened the car door and lifted her unto the front passenger seat
She wriggled and turned and started sneezing
She sneezed and sneezed
Suddenly, she was free
The beast died!
In all of fifteen minutes
She didn’t believe it
“They always come back” She said
“Not this time” He assured
It’s been two years! The voices never came back
She was free indeed
PS: This event happened in 2016
The lady is still single, afraid the voices may return
He told her to launch into the deep
There is a bountiful harvest ahead
She should never be a slave to fear
She is a child of God