I am grateful to the Lord God almighty for the Manifested Word in my life. On the 17th of September 2016, I set out on a journey to Akama-Oghe in Ezeagu Local Government Area of Enugu State. It was the burial ceremony of my father-in-law, who died two weeks earlier. I was accompanied by a friend and my elder brother, whom we picked on the way. The journey was smooth and uneventful until we approached Okigwe. Our vehicle had been travelling at 60-70km/hr due to the bad state of the road. However, the Okigwe axis was smooth and newly tarred. Therefore, I increased speed to about 100km/hr to cover up lost time.
At some point, I felt a sort of discomfort in my system as I began to perceive emission of carbon monoxide inside the car we were travelling with. I asked my brother if he felt the same but he said no. I then threw the question at my friend who said that it was only affecting his eyes a little. At that point, we wound down the glasses and discontinued the use of the air conditioner. That did not help much as there appeared to be visible smoke coming from all four windows, so we quickly wound up again.
I increased the car speed as we left Okigwe and I suddenly heard an instruction in my spirit to stop the car. I obeyed that voice and gently parked the car off the road. I switched off the ignition and became motionless. I cannot tell for how long, but I shouted, “God save me! God save me! God save me! Oxygen!” and passed out.
Minutes later, I saw myself lying on the road without my clothes on. I enquired to know what happened and my brother told me that I had stopped breathing for about ten minutes. He said that when I stopped the car without saying a word to anyone, they concluded that I was praying. They only reacted when I said, “God save me” and stretched. They realized that I was no longer with them. They started calling on the Name of the Lord while carrying me out of the car. At that point, my heart had stopped beating and my eyes had turned. My head, hands and legs became cold too. So, they took turns in giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation until I exhaled and shouted, “I am alive! I am alive!”
I was then rushed to the University of Nigeria Teaching Hospital (UNTH) in Enugu, which was about a kilometer from the scene of the incident. At the entrance of the emergency section of the hospital, a tall looking man approached me and said two things. He said, “Your faith is strong. The spirit of death has already left.” I said to him that I know that. Though I could not stand erect, the 600 muscles in my body were twitching uncontrollably. The doctors took me in and placed me on life support for about three hours to observe me.
Around me oozed the stench of death but I comforted myself with Psalm 91, our faith confession in church. I encourage all to hold fast to it because death and life are in the power of the tongue. The promise that we will be satisfied with long life is real, and I am a living proof. Proverbs 18:10 says, “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are saved.” Isaiah 65:24 says, “It shall come to pass that before they call, I will answer; while they are yet speaking, I will hear.”
Indeed, the Word works. I thank God Almighty, for sparing my life. I owe Him my life forever. I thank Pastor Nkechi for the undiluted Word that has built us up.
