It happened around ending of July 2020 I was diagnosed with appendicitis and was informed it was in its early stage and could be cured with medications. So I left and forgot about it, I didn’t tell Dad about it. In September I traveled to the east; Dad was aware of my travel, the day I was returning, he had no idea I was on my way; he sent me a message saying, “I saw this and this and that at the end my enemy died,” and that I should pray and be careful, and that he had also prayed for me.
In October, I had severe pain in my feet and I couldn’t walk. I went back to the hospital, and after the ultrasound, I was told is an appendix and that surgery would be required. I told Dad about it and he said I should go and that I will be fine and a date was fixed for me to see the surgeon in a general hospital, which happened to be during the end SARS outbreak.
On the date I was given, I got there the surgical team didn’t come, so I went to the hospital of the doctor that attend to me last in the general hospital, so he scheduled a Sunday 25th October 2020 for the surgery. I informed Dad he indicated it will be successful and replied, “make sure I pray for you before you enter the theater”
Unfortunately, he preaching when the surgeon came since I was watching on the internet that day. The surgeon said he was in a hurry so I enter the theater without Dad praying for me; the surgery was a struggle; I was struggling with them I felt every cutting and was screaming; after a while, I didn’t know what happened again; I woke up in the ward and noticed plaster, later the Dr came and said he was restless at home that something told him to go back to the hospital and as he was still speaking I discovered I was losing my breath, I couldn’t breathe again my chest was blocked, and I was crying I don’t know what he did that moment to stabilize the condition.
He performed the test and discovered my blood level was 17 percent he got blood and I took 3 pints of blood after which the test was repeated and the blood level was 18, he said something was wrong, and I was sent back to ultrasound on the 27th of October and it was discovered I was having internal bleeding; that same day Dr brought another surgeon and said am having another surgery, my faith was dead when he said it, I lost hope, all that came to my mind was my pastor, so I told Dr that he must phone my pastor before I enter the theater; I couldn’t talk out loud, so he did, and I could hear Dad asking him to go ahead and told him I will be alright. I walked in and it was quiet this time, I don’t know what was done to me but I woke up the next day to see plasters on my tummy. And today am fine and healed from all the wounds, I want to thank God for using Dad to save me; only God knows what the devil had planned. I praise God because he revealed it to Dad ahead of time, and he immediately went into combat for me and declared victory. All honour to God and I want to express my deep gratitude to my father who is a real man of God.
Thank you, Dad, for being there for me and for praying for me. And I’d like to utilize this platform to inspire others. If your father gives you an instruction, please obey it!
