Maraa - Season 1 - Episode 10

5 years ago

Maraa - Season 1 - Episode 10

We had fed this woman with these gibberish she had been vomiting oh God!

God, your daughter needs real refurbishing!
“Mrs. Olowo, I beg your pardon but your perspective about God is so wrong! One, no Bible says heaven helps those who help themselves, it had just been adopted for use by many people trying to avert the right spiritual course they are supposed to take. Two, God isn’t slow! Mrs. Olowo, He is merciful! He loves! He cares! He might appear slow but no, God’s time isn’t Ours’ and His’ is always the best time. If you trust him wholly, forget sister, He is never too late!”

I just couldn’t say much.
My heart panted so hard.
“So, how did he not save you when you fell into your fits of epilepsy?

Why was it that some incisions on parts of your body, done in the names of the gods healed you? Why?”

“I didn’t complete the statement the other time ma’am. The epilepsy stopped when I was taken to the traditionalist but it didn’t last! The devil never gives something that would last! The problem I had was epilepsy and by the time in came back after about 3 months later, it added real convulsion, rheumatism, blood vomiting and many more” I explained and she looked disgusted
“God of mercy!” she exclaimed, holding her chest firmly.

I was happy that that one hit her with a bang.
“But it took just a touch of His garment, the touch of faith and Jesus took them all away”
“Hmmm…but what happened to the incisions on your body?” she asked and I smiled as I relived it all.

After Jesus had healed me and I had become born again, I started having series of dreams, different masquerades pursuing me in the dream, different masked guys sleeping with me in turns; I saw myself carrying white calabash on my head and my body covered in white!
It was a scary thing!

I did wake up every day then with a start, panting, sweating and very scared.
I was so confused

Was this how it would feel at first after giving one’s life to Jesus?

“After months of tormenting dreams, I spoke out to my pastor who quickly sent for two deliverance ministers after listening to my story. They set to pray for me and see me vomiting different substances. The greenish thing I was made to drink at that time, I vomited too, a ring was vomited too and it was really a tug of war as everything done against me through those incisions were nullified and destroyed.”
“So, there are specially meaning attached to incisions?” she asked and I nodded
“You are right ma’am”
She gasped

“Do I also need deliverance?” she asked
“Yes you definitely need one. But you definitely need a man of God who has really been called of God because if a fake one lays his hand on you, it’s as good as proclaiming death sentence on you.” I said and she nodded
“Would you get me a pastor?”
“Yes. I would bring him tomorrow”
“That would be so nice of you.”
“You are welcome”
“Thank you for talking to me like this o. I am so grateful”

I smiled as I looked into her face.
I was supposed to have peace that her victory was near but no!

I felt as if I had not been able to even get to the root of the problem.

What else is the issue oh Lord?
I held her hand to pray with her and an electric current surged through my veins.

She smiled at me
…and I reciprocated in a very weird way ever!
“I will see you later. Let me go and attend to the other patients”