UFEDO IGALA, 29 mopol Base, Awka (2026)

28/11/2024

My mission 18

As I sat in the quiet of my home, I reflected on the journey that had brought me to this point. The mission they intended to destroy me had instead strengthened me. What they meant for evil, God had turned into good. The people I had been sent to help had embraced me, and despite the dangers, lives were changed. I realized then that even in the face of betrayal, God had been faithful. He had protected me and guided me through every trial.

I asked God to help me release the lingering pain of betrayal and to lead those who had wronged me to true repentance. I prayed for peace—not just for myself, but also for the people I had served and for the church leaders who had plotted against me. As much as I struggled with the memory of their actions, I knew that bitterness would only poison my spirit.

In the days that followed, I decided to redirect my focus. I devoted myself to the mission that had been so close to my heart, pouring my energy into helping others and living out the purpose God had for me. Though the wounds of betrayal still ached at times, they reminded me of my strength, resilience, and unwavering faith.

God sees all, knows all, and judges all. My role was to remain steadfast, trusting in His justice and continuing to walk the path He had set before me. I determine not to let anyone’s actions—no matter how cruel—deter me from fulfilling the calling on my life.

I went to my dad’s house, the Reverend, seeking some peace and guidance after all that had happened. While I was there, I received a call informing me that I had been assigned another mission. This time, it felt different—there was no confusion or betrayal, just a clear purpose. They sent me the location, and I prepared myself, feeling hopeful and determined.

As I set out, I prayed for strength and wisdom, knowing that this mission would lead me to a better place. I felt a sense of renewal, ready to embrace this new opportunity and continue fulfilling the purpose God had for me.

28/11/2024

My mission 17
After recovering, I approached the church leaders who had sent me on the mission that had nearly cost me my life. I wanted to share the good news of what had been accomplished, despite the hardships I endured. However, when I stood before them, their reaction left me stunned. Instead of rejoicing in my success, they fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces, and begged for my forgiveness. They confessed a truth that shook me to my core—they had deliberately sent me to that dangerous community, hoping I wouldn’t return. They admitted they saw me as a threat to their positions and influence, and in their fear and jealousy, they plotted to eliminate me by sending me on what they believed was a su***de mission.

Hearing their confession was heartbreaking. These were people I had respected, trusted, and looked to for guidance, yet they had conspired against me. For a moment, I was overwhelmed by anger and sorrow, but then I remembered the teachings of my father and the grace I had extended to others in the past. I chose to forgive—not because they deserved it, but because I refused to let bitterness consume me.

I accepted their apology, but the pain of their betrayal lingered. As I walked away from the church that day, tears streamed down my face—not just tears of sorrow, but also of relief. I knew I had done the right thing by forgiving them, but I also understood that forgiveness didn’t mean forgetting. Some relationships, I realized, could never be the same.

That experience changed me forever. It taught me the value of resilience, the importance of grace, and the strength required to walk away from those who don’t truly have your best interests at heart.

I went home with a whirlwind of emotions, repeating in my mind, Surely, my God will judge them all. Their betrayal was too great for me to fully comprehend, but I found solace in knowing that justice ultimately belongs to God.

28/11/2024

My mission 16
The entire community turned to Christ, and the power of His light shone brightly in a place that once knew only shadows. Though the journey had been filled with sorrow, it ended in victory—for me, for my father, for the native doctor, and for the people who now knew the saving grace of God.
I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions—joy and disappointment—because of my manservant's actions. While I was happy to have survived a life-threatening ordeal, I felt deeply hurt and betrayed by the person I trusted. They abandoned me when I needed them most, leaving me alone to face unimaginable challenges. In an unexpected turn of events, it was an unbeliever, the native doctor of the community, who went above and beyond to ensure my safety and survival. This man, who many would dismiss or look down upon because of his beliefs, sacrificed his time, energy, and even risked his own life to make sure I was well. It was humbling and heartbreaking to realize that someone considered an outsider cared more for my wellbeing than those closest to me.

What made the situation even more painful was knowing that those who left me behind had no idea what I endured. They didn’t understand that if I had died, it wouldn’t have just been my loss; my death would have had far-reaching consequences for everyone connected to me, including them. But despite my pain and anger, I made the difficult decision to forgive them. My father, a man of wisdom and faith, always taught me that forgiveness is not just for others but also for our own peace. Holding onto anger would only have poisoned my heart, and I didn’t want to carry that burden.

After recovering, I went to the church leaders who had sent me on the mission that almost cost me my life. I wanted to share the good news of what had been accomplished despite everything I endured. However, when I stood before them, their reaction was shocking. Instead of rejoicing in my success, they fell to their knees and begged for my forgiveness.

28/11/2024

My mission 15

As I was carried away, I prayed silently, asking God to restore my father and the native doctor, who had sacrificed so much to save me.
For two days, I hung on that cross, enduring unimaginable pain and sorrow. Yet, I thanked God for sparing my life through the sacrifices of my father and the native doctor. Their selfless acts of taking turns to hold me up gave me the strength to survive when all hope seemed lost. They became the hands of God, sent to save me.

After I was released, I went home, weak but alive. I cleaned myself up and dressed in fresh clothes, then made my way to the hospital. There, I knelt beside their beds and prayed fervently for my father and the native doctor to regain their strength. Watching them fight for their lives filled my heart with grief, but also gratitude for their courage and love.

When I returned home, to my surprise, almost the entire village had gathered at my house. They were desperate, broken by the disasters that had befallen them, and they now sought God. One by one, they knelt and declared their desire to give their lives to Christ. The same people who had accused and condemned me now worshipped with tears of repentance. In that moment, I realized that my suffering had not been in vain.

A few days later, when my father and the native doctor were discharged and returned home, my joy was overwhelming. I ran to embrace them both. The native doctor, with tears in his eyes, knelt before me and begged for forgiveness. "I was blind," he said. "I did not know the true God. Please forgive me, and allow me to give my life to Christ." My heart swelled with emotion as I lifted him to his feet, saying, "Your faith and sacrifice have already spoken louder than words. Welcome to God's family."

That day marked the fulfillment of my mission. Through pain, betrayal, and near death, God used my suffering to bring salvation to a village that had lived in darkness.

28/11/2024

My mission 14
Later that night, as my strength faded, the pain in my body became excruciating. My hands were numb, my body weak, and my spirit began to lose hope.

Unexpectedly, the native doctor who had previously pleaded for my innocence appeared. Without a word, he removed his garment and climbed the cross to support me. He placed his arms on either side, balancing my weight on his shoulders. He held me steady, taking on my suffering. His strength and resolve were remarkable, but I could see the toll it was taking on him. He stayed there, enduring the weight of my body until his own strength gave out. By morning, when my father arrived, he found the native doctor trembling but still holding me upright, sacrificing himself to keep me alive.

My father, overwhelmed by the sight, rushed to help. He carefully brought the native doctor down from the cross, laying him on the ground. My father then climbed up to take his place, holding me in his arms to ensure I survived. The native doctor lay weak on the floor, close to death, while my father struggled to support me despite his own frailty.

Meanwhile, strange events began to unfold in the village. Death spread among the people, crops withered, water sources dried up, and famine overtook the community. In desperation, the villagers summoned another native doctor to understand what was happening. He proclaimed, *"You have wrongfully punished an innocent man. Set him free, or this village will face complete ruin."*

That night, they released me, but I was barely alive. My father, who had used all his strength to save me, was also gravely weakened. They rushed both him and the native doctor to the hospital, as both were on the verge of death.

In that moment of release, I felt a mix of sorrow and hope. Though my body was broken, I clung to the belief that God had a purpose for everything that had happened.

28/11/2024

My mission 13
The men dragged me to the village, where the king ordered me to be chained for four days without food or water.

I was unjustly punished for a crime I didn’t commit. While chained, I turned to God, praying, *"Lord, this is my mission. Do not let me die in vain. Allow me to fulfill Your purpose."* Every night, different women came to my cell, trying to seduce me, but I resisted, praying and singing praises to God.

On the final day, I was severely weak and thirsty, nearing the brink of death. They dragged me before the king, who ordered that I be flogged. The beating left me covered in blood, my white garment stained red. Afterward, they forced me to carry a cross around the village as preparation for my ex*****on. They intended to crucify me, as they had done to other pastors and reverends before me.

As I carried the cross, I saw members of my church crying, even the reverend sisters and my manservant. I called my church members and instructed them to divide into three groups: one to lead praises at the front, another to lead worship at the back, and the last group to pray closely beside me, as the anointing was about to flow.

Meanwhile, a native doctor ran to the king, pleading for my release and declaring my innocence. He warned that if I were harmed, the entire community would face divine punishment. Despite his plea, no one listened. One of my church members, who knew my father, contacted him and explained the situation.

Finally, we reached the place of ex*****on. The ex*****oners asked how I wanted to be killed: upright or upside down. After a moment of silence, I replied, "I want to be crucified horizontally." When they asked why, I said, "I want to rest on the shoulder of my Jesus, not to be crucified like Him."
After I was crucified horizontally, everyone left me there, except for my church members, who stayed nearby, unwilling to abandon me. I asked them to leave, assuring them that I was fine, though deep inside, I was in unbearable pain.

28/11/2024

My mission 12
I had become so strong spiritually that even I struggled to fully understand or control the power of God working through me. This power, however, continued to expose the lies of the gods in the community and drew even more people to the church.

The gods, enraged, decided to attack the native doctor’s only son, striking him with an illness that no one could cure. Desperate and terrified, the native doctor begged the gods for mercy, but they remained adamant. They demanded that he fulfill his duty to kill me or they would destroy his family entirely. The native doctor, overwhelmed by fear and sorrow, tried everything in his power to harm me, but he could not touch me.

One day, the situation grew worse—the native doctor returned home to find his son had died. His grief was unbearable. On the way to bury his son, he encountered me.

Moved by compassion and guided by God’s power, I prayed over his son. To the amazement of everyone present, his son came back to life.
A week later, I found myself praying for a beautiful lady I had encountered one night. She had collapsed on the roadside, and out of compassion, I brought her to my house. I let her stay in my guest room, unaware that it was a trap. The next morning, I asked her what had happened to her and why there were marks all over her body. She claimed she had been beaten by some bad men and had also been r***d. Feeling deep sympathy for her, I prayed for her and encouraged her to fast and pray for two days, asking God for forgiveness and to cleanse her of any past sins. I urged her to prepare herself spiritually to accept God into her life.

A few days later, I went to her room for a final prayer session. While I was praying, a group of men suddenly burst into the room. To my shock, I opened my eyes to find the girl undressed. She accused me of having an affair with her, claiming I had been sleeping with her every night. Despite my attempts to explain, she insisted on her story.

28/11/2024

My mission 11

They complained that I was destroying the community with my influence and the growing church. The king, who shared their concerns, called the village’s most feared native doctor to seek a solution.

After performing incantations, the native doctor declared that the gods demanded me as a sacrifice. He told the king and the elders that the only way to stop me and regain control of the village was to kill me or bring me alive to the shrine for the gods.

The decision of the king and the elders set in motion a dangerous plan to end my mission. However, I trusted in the Lord, knowing that He who called me was greater than any power in that community. I remained prayerful, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that God was my shield and my strength.
Despite their many attempts to harm me, none of their plans succeeded. The protection of God around me was unshakable. Frustrated, the king summoned me and requested that I reduce the frequency of my night vigils, claiming that my prayers were disturbing the peace of the kingdom. Out of respect and wisdom, I agreed to reduce the noise and be mindful of my ways, though I did not stop my mission.

As time went on, God began to use me even more powerfully. I started performing miraculous healings: people with long-term illnesses were cured, the blind regained their sight, and those who could not walk began to walk again. News of these miracles spread quickly, and more people abandoned their shrines and traditional practices to come to the church and give their lives to Christ.

This caused a major shift in the village. The native doctor, once feared and respected, found himself losing power and influence. The gods he served became angry with him for failing to stop me. They warned him, threatening to destroy him and his family if he didn’t terminate my mission. The pressure on the native doctor intensified, but still, no harm could reach me.

28/11/2024

MY mission 10
They insisted that this was my calling and that it was my mission on earth to win souls for God in that community.

When my dad returned and told me what had happened, I reassured him not to worry. I told him that I was ready to go. I shared with him a vision I had before, where I saw myself in a dangerous place—a place that could even take my life if I wasn’t careful. Despite his concerns, I insisted that I was prepared to do my best and fulfill God’s purpose for me.

As the time approached, I prepared myself spiritually and physically. Several other people were sent with me to join in this mission, which gave me strength knowing I wasn’t alone.

When we arrived at the community, I saw shrines everywhere, evidence of their deep ties to idol worship and dark practices. But instead of feeling fear, I felt boldness and the presence of God surrounding me. Each day, we went out for evangelism, spreading the word of God and inviting people to join us.

Over the months, the effort paid off. The local church we established grew to over 120 members. The atmosphere in the community began to change. People were confessing their sins, and the anointing of God was evident. Miracles were happening, and the work of the Lord was thriving. It was clear that God’s power was moving, and I believed the church would continue to grow.

However, not everyone was happy. The evil men and women in the village, who were loyal to the powers of darkness, started to see me as a threat. They began targeting me and the church, but I stood firm in my faith, protecting myself and my members through prayer and God’s guidance.

As their attacks intensified, the evil men sought even greater power. They visited more powerful shrines, invoking spirits to try and stop me. Despite their efforts, God’s hand of protection was always over me and my people.

In their desperation, the village elders and the evil men approached the king.

28/11/2024

My mission 9
To my surprise, he didn’t say much. Instead, he simply told me to be very careful moving forward. His calm response, though, did not ease the burden I carried.

Finally, we completed our schooling, and I returned home. My dad was overjoyed to see me. His happiness was a source of comfort to me, and it sparked a change in me—I became even more prayerful than before. My dad noticed the difference and was surprised by how much I had grown spiritually.

I began spending more time with him in the church, helping him manage the activities and overseeing some of the church’s duties. Over time, he trusted me more and began allowing me to handle the Sunday services, something that filled me with pride and purpose. I became more skilled in leading the church and in my spiritual life, and my father was incredibly proud of my progress.

One day, I shared with my dad a new desire I had: I wanted to open a night vigil for deliverance and powerful prayer, and I insisted on leading it. I believed I was growing stronger, spiritually and mentally, empowered by God's grace. My dad supported my idea, and I began preparing for this new endeavor.

As my faith and strength grew, I was eventually sent to preach in a distant community. What I didn’t know was that the place I was being sent to wasn’t a safe one. The people there weren’t receptive to the gospel, and the community had no church or Christian presence. I had no idea that the people who had sent me there had darker intentions—they planned to send me to that village with the hope that I would not return. The environment was hostile, and the danger to my life was real.
The day before I was to leave for the mission, my dad went to plead with the church leaders, asking them to allow him to go in my place. He explained the dangers of the community and his concern for me, as I was still young and just starting in my mission. However, the leaders refused.

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