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“I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven” Mt 18:3

Very early in my life, at age 8 God began to help me trim down all attachments so that I may learn to look on to Jesus, the author and finisher of my salvation. He started with family attachments. My father decided to send me to live with one of his friends, a school teacher, so that through him, I may exert myself to have good education. His friend, then a bachelor, taught in a primary school at Inisa, a town up to 2 hours drive from my native Gbongan, Osun State of Nigeria. I wasn’t the only child of my father raised in this way, earlier on my older brother Soji had been attached to another family friend and uncle. Then we have sister Bimpe, Deniyi and I in my set and Fiola after us.

My trauma started barely an hour after we arrived Inisa. I dozed off on a chair because of tiredness after the journey and within seconds, I was back at home-my sweet home- playing ball with Deniyi. We were happy. My father was playing his talking drum as he usually did in the sunset, and mother was cooking the ewedu soup that would escort amala down the bowel. Other people went about their normal household chores. I scored a goal and was celebrating when mama’s voice rang out “Children, come and take your food” And suddenly I was shaken back to reality. Gone was the familiar home environment, the melodious talking drum faded to the back of my mind. The joyful shriek of “gooaal!” faded and more annoying, the sweet aroma of ewedu soup disappeared. All were replaced with the eerie quietness of the room at Inisa that was going to be my home for the next two years or so. Uncle Segun, my guardian, patted me again, “Delani, take your food”. The tides of emotion hit me and my face dissolved into tears. I began to experience home-sickness for the first time in my life. I sobbed quietly as I pushed the food around the plate. I was even afraid of this “strange elder” who was to be my guardian. I grew to like him for his kindness later but it wasn’t so at the beginning for I had never been close to him before then.

We occupied a room and palour in a large tenement house. I found everything strange most especially the accents of the people. They found mine strange and funny too and annoyingly, they often came to converse with me just to hear my accents and laugh Within 2 days, I had chosen a place in the house-an unusual one for that- where I could cry in solitary and think of home. I chose the toilet because I could stay there for as long as I wanted without disturbance. After about two weeks, school started and I was registered in primary three. But a shock awaited me there also, it was an Islamic mission school, run by the Ansar-U-Deen. That was why the school was called AUD Primary School. Everything was strange. The morning and closing devotions and even the prayers before the mid-day meal were chanted in Arabic language. I had to learn this fast because the Malim who taught Arabic was a tough man. One girl called Eniola, and I were the only pupils in the whole school who were Christians. Eniola also was a ward of one of the teachers. All these heightened the intensity of my home-sickness. I missed St Paul’s Primary School where I did the first two years. I missed the children section of St Paul’s church.

I learnt to save up 4pence by skipping mid-day meals two times in a fortnight so that I could get stamp for my letters. So I was able to write a letter home every two weeks and since I was afraid to write to my father and told him I wanted to come back home, I sent my letters to a cousin who lived in our house., and those were the good days of the snail-mail in Nigeria. Through him I was able to keep abreast of all that was happening at home. I was informed the time my father bought a Honda90 motorcycle and stopped ridding the good old Raleigh bicycle. I knew the time Kemi was born. I cried when I was told Yemi crawled to where baba had parked the Honda after a ride and the little child touched the exhaust pipe. I guessed he saw his image in the shining surface and was attracted. I knew when Jola was born also and many other tid-bits of information as could be exchanged by two children. After two years my guardian was posted to another school at Ikire in Osun State, now a Christian mission school, where we spent another two years. At the end of every school session, I was taken back home for the holidays and returned promptly a week before school re-opened. This was the trend for those four years  before I had to go to secondary school.

It was during this time I started writing to request for tracts from missions like the Voice of  Prophecy and Every Home Crusade who had centres in Nigeria. I did not know how I ever got the inspiration to write but I remember seeing the invitation at the back of a tract I found. I only wrote to them as a hobby to keep busy. But through their supplies God nurtured me with his word. I got Yoruba translations of the gospels but my favourite was the book of Mark. While I awaited replies of my letters from home, I love to read the gospel of Mark.

It is not really easy for me now to capture in detail all I experienced that time, but here are a few things I gained from that experience: A larger percentage of the resilience I have now against life’s hard knocks were developed that time. Just as God kept watch and proved himself mighty on behalf of Joseph, so God worked in my life. I was being prepared to be able to live anywhere and under any condition and that has helped me greatly in my adult life. While I am not saying now that I have seen the worst of hardship, I have learnt to rely on the grace of God which is never lacking no matter what may betide me. As a child, albeit unaware of it, I experienced the work of the Holy Spirit in healing my soul’s trauma and guiding me to all truths human couldn’t teach me then. (John 14:16,17) He actually lived in me, healed my pains, consoled me, taught me and he gave me the understanding of what I read there even as I lived in an Islamic dominant society. God cares very much for children and I can testify to that.

As Christians today living in this strange land (the world) do you long for home? Are you missing your heavenly home so much as to go to a solitary place to cry? Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted (Mt 5:4) Amidst the hurly-burly of daily life, do you have a special place where you go to meet the Lord – even if it’s the toilet in your office? Do you stay attentive to hear the Lord’s invitation as he whispers “Come to a solitary place and rest awhile”? How often do you communicate with your heavenly home? (1Thess 5:17) Do you consciously save up energy and time so as to be with Lord in the wee hours of the night? Aren’t we always too busy to keep abreast of what the Lord is doing in the world and in the lives of others around us?

When I think back and reflect on the life of this 8-year old me, I give glory to God and I pray for an extra measure of grace to regain that first love Rev2:4. Many of us have forgotten how misty our life here on earth is and we have forged undue attachment to wealth, power, influence, position, career, family and other comforts. We need to start longing for our heavenly home, for this is the last hour. Lk 18:29,30, Lk 21:34) It is high time we started singing the Lord’s song and stop joining in the lullabies of this strange land, lest our right hands loose their skills on the harp and our tongues stick to the roof of our mouths.Ps 137:4-6. Heaven is home. Do you feel home-sick? What is the intensity of your home-sickness?

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Mama Abutu, (as my mother-in-law is fondly called by admirers) gave birth to all her children out of total submission to her husband and deep respect for the laws binding marriage partners for life, for better and for worse. But she has never being a recipient of love in marriage. She is the only one who can say her testimony accurately but you can imagine what she must have passed through if I told you that: I’ve been married to my wife for seven years but I have met my father-in-law once, and that was as he handed over my wife to the Pastor who wedded us. He was in the house a year before then to attend my wife’s younger sister’s wedding, then ours one year later. Before these times and since then, he’s been at large. For reasons best known to God, and maybe himself, he just walked away from his matrimonial home and never looked back except on invitations.

Mama has gone through much difficulties in her marriage. But despite all that, she remains sweet. Rather than going down under the load she was forced to carry singly at a tender age, she cast it on the Lord’s able shoulders. Suzan, mama’s first daughter and my wife, tells me that there was no kind of menial jobs mama did not delve into so as to earn some decent money to feed her seven children. Because of these, the children also learnt to work hard at very tender ages. Suzan and her siblings sold oranges, bean cakes, peanuts, garden eggs and so on to help support the family, even when they were in the primary schools. The good news is that as at today, all the seven children are professionals in their chosen fields with degrees and diplomas. Four are married while the rest are already betrothed. They were not just given school education, mama trained them in the ways of the Lord and they have never departed from it.

The secret of mama’s survival and success is nothing but prayer. I learnt mama could pray all night – I mean speak to the Lord every minute of the night – and on her knees. She asked for strength to carry the load and God supplied more than she could ever immagine or have asked for. All through the crisis period, and even now, she has no other power but prayer. What has now grown to a Ministry taking care of widows, orphans and prisoners actually started as a prayer group of four adult women who had family problems, and mama’s children. 

While struggling to make her children turn out good despite all odds, mama herself did not neglect self-development programmes. Her parents did not send her to school but today, through sheer determination, mama has become a walking Bible commentary, for the gracious hands of her God is upon her. She preaches sermons smoothly pulling out scriptural quotations with ease as though she read them off an invisible screen. This is because mama has determined to study and obey the laws of the Lord and teach those laws and regulations to others around her. Ezra 7:9-10. She is a women fellowship leader in her church and member in many committees.

Mama is a widow whose husband is alive, for she has lived as a widow for almost all her life. Perhaps she developed her passion and love for widows from this bitter experience. Suzan says that some 25 years ago, she used to follow mama as she went round visiting widows in the neighbourhood and sharing little gifts like soaps, salt and grocery items, after which she would pray for them and share her testimony to encourage them. She had done this consistently but with increasing resources and sacrifice since then. Her network of widows has now grown above 400 aside the care of orphans and prison ministry, and still growing. What started as a little walk-around passion to keep her mind constructively occupied has now grown to an NGO with annual budget over a million naira.

In the mid ’80s, God upgraded mama. She was employed as a ward attendant in a the Specialist hospital at Makurdi, Benue State of Nigeria. This job opportunity gave mama another avenue to serve God. As the duty roaster takes her round, from Paediatrics to Obstetrics to Gynaecology, to Accidents and Emergency ward, mama took all as prayer rounds as she always sought to pray and speak with the patients one-on-one when she had the opportunity to do so. The result is that she became well known in and outside the hospital, and her widows ministry became all the more popular for it. Even doctors and matrons started seeking her prayer assistance when confronted with tricky cases.

In the midst of all these, mama is also a trader selling textile fabrics. She uses part of her off-duty days to travel to the big markets of Lagos, Kano and Onitsha to make purchases. Her home is the shop where she sells and also evangelizes her customers. Her tight schedules would also not stop her from outdoor evangelism. Her’s is not the street-walking, door-to-door type, but she would go to targeted houses of known backsliders in the church, or those she had attended to in the hospital or old customers who have not shown up for a while.

Mama was counselling a lady in my presence one day. She touched on her first struggle with the flesh when my father-in-law deserted her. She said after she had made up her mind to devote all of her life to serving Christ, the devil raised the issue of sex in her mind, as in “So Hannah, you want to serve Christ all of your life, heh? Without husband? Now what would you do when you feel the need for a man?” Mama is funny. She said she shouted out loud to devil, “Shut up!” Then she quietly went into her room, closed the door and knelt down before God and she prayed something like this “My God, I did not bargain for all these problem but I accept it because you permitted it. I want to serve you without distractions of men, lock your word in my heart and take the key away so that nothing else can come in.” Then she stood up relieved, and that was it as far as man was concerned. The peace of God which surpaseth all human understanding has flooed her mind since that moment. Not that the temptations ceased but Jesus has taken over and he is a specialist at fighting temptations. Recall the “It is written….” episode in the wilderness? Lk 4:1-9 (KJV)

Mama is able to remain a clay in the skilful hands of God, the Potter, because she allowed the grace of God to overlay her heart. When the fire of the Holy Spirit of God warms the heart, there would not be hardening. Mama forgives easily. My wife testifies that mama has never for once told her children any bad thing about their father. Even when the children became grown and could understand what was going on, she still encouraged them to forgive and love their father, and she would never tolerate any disrespectful statement or remark about the man. She nursed the undisguised hope that her God would one day bring her husband to her. This actually was why my father-in-law could attend our wedding and play his rightful role in the first instance. I would never had known him. Mama quickly searched for God in the midst of the circumstances she found herself, and having found him, she held on to God, looking forward to what lies ahead and forgetting the past. Phil 3:13

Anybody can be faithful to God when the going is good but it takes real commitment to “Stand by Night in the house of God”. In the seven years that I have known her, mama’s life has taught me good lessons in the ministry of suffering for righteousness, service and courageous discipleship. A few weeks ago, mama was posted to a department of the hospital that was situated way out of town and my wife sort of hinted that it was time she retired. Mama was scandalized. She asked if one retires from God’s service when God has not asked her to go and rest? Mama has not seen that hospital work as labour to earn a living, rather, she sees it as mission field, a portion of the vineyard of God where she is privileged to fulfil the highcalling of her daily life.

Mama’s perspective of her trials is spiritual and that’s why she did not buckle under the load. James wrote that “God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation. Afterward they will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him” James 1:12 Though this crown will ultimately be worn in heaven but you can enjoy the feel of it today in honour and joy of service. Mama is honoured everywhere she goes because rather than carrying her problems, she carry God all about. God promises that “I will honour only those who honour me…” 1Sam 1:30.

As you read this I don’t know what you are going through in your life. All I know is that the same God who helped mama Abutu is there ready to help you. Just hold on to him.

Note:Neither mama nor any of her children solicited for this article to be written. It is my own decision to write to encourage people who may be going through hard times because of loveless marriages. However, neccessary permissions have been sought before publishing.

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If you are not an African I would not be surprised if you find this post incredible. But it happens and it is just one of the spin-offs of star gazing, divination, sorcery and all such practices forbidden by God. African Traditionalists believe in finding out what the future of a child holds in stock when it is born. Often times, their findings influence the choice of names and appellations given to the child, how and where to nurture the child, and many other considerations. It is not unusual to see this issue causing cracks among relations especially in large, polygamous families where everyone (wife or children ) struggle to be the favourite of the father of the house. Breeding environment is created for un-healthy rivalry, unwarranted hatred and resentment among kins when the supposed predictions of the oracle are not kept secret. And they hardly are. It is true that “…..all labor and all achievement spring from man’s envy of his neighbor. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind” Eccl 4:4 .

Now, we believe that just as simple as a thief could rob you of your possessions which they covet, so also people could use evil powers to divert perceived good fortune or blessings away from you to their lives or children’s lives. They try to do all they possibly could to detract you from that perceived destiny. In some instances, they kill swiftly or gradually to fulfil their wicked purposes. Such people are usually close relations who know many intimate things about their victims. Jesus says that “Your enemies will be right in your own household (Mt 9:36). A first glance at the resultant hardship experienced by the victims of this crime may not show much of what is happening, they are going through what normal people go through in a corrupt and growing economy. Unemployment is common. Being by-passed for promotion is also not a new thing. One is qualified for a job but its given to someone else, does it not happen all the time? Teachers carelessly record your grades against another person’s name in an examination, no one mentions it. However, the victims as well as those who can observe things carefully know that there is more to it. Strangely, the victims will not get help. What others do in one year, they will do in five. What others get easily, you must sweat to get it, if ever.

Other strange instances that might happen to a victim of this kind of oppression are: loosing a job just when one is ripe for promotion or some rewards, some accident when you are due to hit it big in business, disappearance of personal items like favourite clothing and shoes in a strange way and later seeing somebody else dressed in those clothes in a dream, and very many unexplainable occurrences. Those who are in position to help you out of problems will just hate you without cause. Some people have diagnosed that the oppressors give their victims a mark or a stamp of ownership though invisible to the naked eye, but clearly visible to the trained eyes. Anywhere one with that mark goes, the evil people there would clearly identify the bearer as one of their victims. So they simply continue the hostility. As a victim you cannot put your finger on it but you know something is wrong. You know you are being oppressed, robbed but you cannot hold somebody. Of course, it is a type of demonic oppression.

Maybe you are already wondering if God would permit this if it was true? Well, try to answer the following questions first. Did God permit Joseph’s brothers to punish him because he foretold the future? Did God permit them to sell him to Egypt? (Gen50:20) Did He permit Satan to pummel Job? Yes, to all. In fact God invited trouble for Job when he asked Satan what he thought of the righteousness of Job. Why did he permit suffering? We must again take a look at the end of the circumstances and that is when we will see clearly the purpose of God. James wrote that “As you know, we consider blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy” Jas 5:11(NIV) You must have read about Simon the Sorcerer in the book of Acts of Apostles (Acts 8:9,10), what do you think the ‘Simons’ of today would do if they suspected you might become an influential person around them? Pray for you and say remember me when it is good for you? I don’t think so. They would likely tamper with your life.  

I have been a victim of this type of oppression. It is real. Many people in my country are suffering today because of such battle, and this is why we have so many deliverance ministers. We fight more battles against household wickedness than against the direct opposition to the gospel. Their ‘armourers’ are not necessarily the people you might easily identify as cultists and the ‘witch doctors’. They are trickish. The best place to hide a tree is in the forest, a pebble in the beach. They blend. You might find their armourers owning churches and  wearing anke-length garments but behind the scenes, they are all in the class of Simon the Sorcerer. Until recently, I was confused as to what to do when faced with these instances. Many times in the past I had patronized these same garment wearing folks seeking for help only to get my problems compounded. Here is what happened when I got the light: A genuine friend called to tell me that I needed to pray. She’s been following my life history and she is also gifted in dreams. She was of the opinion that I needed to pray to break the hold of a certain clique on my life so that I could have the so much elusive career success and then wealth. It was observed that anytime I suffered a misfortune, things appeared strangely better for this clique. If I managed to rise a bit, they would be threatened, somehow. They have been fleecing me spiritually. Funny and sounding out of this world, but truly there are trends that we think are not coincidental. So we needed to pray and I agreed. 

As I lay on my bed that night, I started asking myself what the battle was really about? What was the bone of contention? Career success. Prominence. Wealth. Yes we all could have these in our own ways and still relate with love. But what the evil minded want is yours. They can only enjoy what they have in the presence of those who don’t have. They want to be recognised as ‘the only’. They want to be the first and the best if they cannot be the only. So they must block the growth of others. The more stunted their victims’ growth the higher their own growth and that is the formula given to them by their master, the devil. You are like two plants growing together, one (and that is you) have the roots and the other is parasitic, feeding from you but not benefitting you in any way. They make charms and enter several cults to achieve this feat and they ensure the cycle is not broken. And theirs are the most sympathetic voices in your ears, always bemoaning your fate in mocked symathy, thinking that when they pretend like this no one would suspect them. I forced myself to stop thinking and got ready to pray. I started leafing through my Bible in search of a scriptural verse to use as anchor. I flipped the pages at random, reading one or two verses here and a whole passage there until the Lord took me to Luke 14:26-27 which reads thus: “If you want to be my disciple, you must hate everyone else by comparison—your father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you cannot be my disciple.  And if you do not carry your own cross and follow me, you cannot be my disciple”(NLT).

Jesus truly said that nothing should be too much for you to give up if you want to be his disciple. He wants the entire life – relationship, career, intimate desires, life itself- as an offering to Him. (Rom12:1) In other words, have no undue attachment to the things of this world, so much that these things would detract your focus from heaven. Earlier he had warned his disciples not to resist an evil person. If someone would sue you for your coat give him your shirt also. Then why should I burn spiritual energy and time for this kind of prayer? Who told me in the first instance that what I am being denied would have made my life better? Why should I struggle over who has career success, prominence and wealth – things that are not sufficient in themselves to make me right with God? Did Jesus not tell me what I should make my priority? Devil truly has plenty of tricks in his arsenal to distract us from the real life. But Jesus went ahead to say that even these things shall be added unto me if I ordered my priorities rightly. First, Kingdom of God and His Righteousness, then ‘all these things’. So if some lazy crooks have perfected the tricks of diverting away from me, with malicious intent though, things that would otherwise have endangered my spiritual growth, then Praise God. They are helping me to practice the ability to do without those things if the case warrants, and also to acquire the skills to make good use of them if available. And like Paul, I can then say I have learnt how to get along happily, whether I have much or little….”  (Phil 4:11-14) I think this is the lesson. I haven’t acquired it but I am straining forward, forgetting the bitterness of being betrayed by household enemies. This is also the mentality of working not only for the denarii but for the joy of serving the Master (Mt 20:1-12)

With this as anchor, I prayed. Not like I was going to pray before but something like this: God, I thank you for fulfilling your promise of always guiding me to the truth. You know all things, you know as these people have ploughed on my back right from my youth, I thank you for not giving my life into their hands. Now Lord, I quit struggling to have what I might have erroneously thought was sufficient for me. Career success, Prominence. Wealth. I no longer want to sweat over that. I surrender all to you. Give me a changed heart. Give me passion for what you are passionate about. Help me to not labour for mammon but to enjoy my labour in your vineyard just for you Lord. Thank you for my oppressors. They have helped me. They have trained me to give back to you what belongs to you. Forgive them and open their eyes. Amen.

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Father was an herbalist, son and grandson of herbalists. An excellent and successful one he was. I could say this by the spread and class of his clientele and the recognition given him among his professional colleagues. With his education, he was able to relate well with the crème-la-crème including University dons in African Traditional Religion and in Pharmacy, who at onetime or the other had collaborated with him on some University projects. This piece however would concentrate on my own experience as I grew up in the environment of a herbalist’s house. I do not speak for other children of my father and neither do I claim to know what other children sired by a herbalist must go through. For the purpose of this write up, a herbalist in Africa is a person who treats diseases and sicknesses with a combination of leaves, roots and barks of plants and other necessary materials.

As a kid, I saw Baba mi (as we fondly called him) as God. I mean, everything he did was done in the right way and he could never be wrong. A male chauvinist to the core, the respect and fear he commanded in the house and in the neighborhood was instructive to us children. As a man who conversed with the unseen, we always were in awe of him. I must say that I had too much confidence in his ways and knowledge; we knew no hospital treatment in my house until when he started growing old and had to slow down. Almost all my father’s 34 children were born in the house and western medicine was strange to us. He nurtured us on herbs and God really blessed him with a profound the knowledge of herbs. His wealth and herbal prowess overwhelmed me so much that I grew up with a myopic view of life’s challenges and battles. I felt protected and sufficient always. But this caused a lot of disappointment for me as I grew up and faced fiercer challenges of life for which he had no answers.

I focused too much on the spiritual angle to everything. I grew up knowing about good and bad omens and how to attract the good ones while repelling the bad. Often times, I fought omens when I should have been fighting my character flaws. To me every dream had a meaning and purpose, and I really could dream. If I dozed for a few minutes inside a bus, it was the dream that would make me realize that I had dozed off. And upon waking up, all my energy would be focused on knowing the meaning of the dream. I could go to any length to know the meaning so as to be guided by it. Many times I have taken wrong steps because of my overly dependence on dreams and wrong interpretations. This attitude is at the root of inordinate search for signs and wonders, a Satan’s trap which the scriptures warned us about.(Deut 18:10, 1Sam 15:23). I am not saying here that dreams could not be good guides but I have found out that too much dependence on dreams can cause spiritual laxity and irresponsibility for the believer.

Closely related to the dream issue is the practice of divination. This is central to the operation of the herbalist’s trade. The herbalist must learn the cause of a patient’s troubles by consulting the spirits. The remedies come the same way. The daily schedule of the herbalist is anchored on what the spirits say. Growing up in this environment had its toll on me, as I always tried to learn what was in the future for me. I started consulting the horoscope right from primary school. It was always in the newspapers and magazines. There were horoscope books I read which attempted to predict my whole life including choice of career and marriage. Such knowledge in the heads of malicious people could spell trouble. Were Joseph’s brothers not hostile to him simply because the future was laid out before them? (Gen 37:20)  Again, pride and laziness could stunt the growth rate of one who is given to taking sneak previews of the future before he acts. He is tempted to avoid difficulties which in disguise were designed to prepare him for greatness.

This impetus later drove me to certain ‘Prophets’ who claimed they could see the future in visions. I suffered untold damages and spiritual setbacks from this practice also. Divination was totally condemned by God and he warned the Israelites against it. Lev 19:26 Divination exposes one to demonic interaction, and it is faith eroding. Some ‘church leaders’ today parading themselves as having the gift of vision are just soothsayers in Christian garb. Those who have my type of hangover could easily fall into their hands as prey. 1Thess 5:20-21 

I must quickly say here that the herbalist could do his work – treatment using herbs- without divination or interaction with witches, if only he has faith in God who made the herbs in the first place. Africans believe that diseases or sicknesses could be inflicted by use of demonic powers and could be caused by infection. The herbalist treats the latter one straightaway but had to contend or plead with principalities for the former. These include witches. Baba mi found himself in this quagmire, where he had to waver between twoopinions to perform his daily work.(2Kgs:18:21) On Sunday he was praying to God and praising HIM, adoring HIS Sovereignty and Monday through Saturday he was pleading with a witch or the occult to release some of their captives who happened to be his patients. However, a man of faith who is blessed with the knowledge of herbs need not bother about witches or demon. Principalities cannot remove the potency of herbs created by God. Moreover Christ has defeated them and made a public show of it on the cross at calvary. The herbalist is called to that victory too. We all must know that God is every time involved in our work and he indeed is the boss and the reason we have creative work in the first place. He is ever ready to help to fulfill the call.

Among friends and peers, I was both respected and suspected, even stigmatized. The respect came from those who were very close to my family, who knew us intimately and have come to appreciate the fact that we are also normal human beings who have no undue advantage over others. The stigma was the most painful. A misunderstanding or quarrel among peers, if it involved the son of an herbalist, was no longer seen as a usual or normal thing among peers. Nobody would belief you fought fairly and without the use of talisman. If the other guy had a simple headache or a nightmare after a misunderstanding, one could be suspected of casting a spell or using a charm on him. Depending on how far the other party would go, one may be attacked spiritually for that. I often had to cope with rejection, unwarranted hatred, stigmatisation, and being a subject for crude jokes because of my father’s occupation. If one performed very well in academic or sporting exercise, it was as a result of the potent charm given to him by his father. If one performed poorly or suffered a misfortune in life, it was interpreted as a payback for the sins of the father. I am not saying there are no comebacks. There are. Most of the activities of the herbalist have offsets. Witches, demons, cultic groups have their prices for favours received from them and where and when they deem it necessary, they fight the herbalist back. We have suffered such attacks many times.

Early in life, perhaps earlier than kids of parents in other professions, I knew that the battle we fight is not against flesh and blood. (Eph 6:11) I knew about principalities and powers. I was quite aware of demons, different classes and breeds of them. However, I was deluded as all traditionalists are, that some of them were friendly. In Africa, demons do the bidding of men if such demons be given what they wanted as sacrifices but the same demons could turn back to fight you at other times. Demons can be programmed to expose secrets of your perceived enemies and fight them but these same demons would also report on your activities and fight you if your enemies cultivate them. There is no friendly demon. This over familiarity with demons and their ways had a hangover on me when I became saved. For the first few years, I viewed every bad incidence as having demonic connections and that was worrisome. I spent a lot of time pondering whether I needed a special deliverance prayer or not.

Even in the midst of all these, we went to church. As an usher, father made sure he did not join any cult as a member because he knew salvation was not in any other name except Jesus Christ. He feared what his membership of a cult could cost him. He could not afford to pay some of the expected prices like loss of children or wives. Yet, he had to seek their favours occasionally in his duties. The effect of this was that we were Christians in the lips but not at heart. We  children were not opportuned to have from him the sound Biblical doctrine parents were supposed to give to their children. He tried, though in vain, to separate his professional life from his spiritual life. Subtle idolatry was still going on though it was tagged ‘professional tool’. Libations were still poured to appease ancestors. Sacrifices and rituals were still being made to appease witches and other ‘spirit beings’.  He was good at heart, a quality that drew a lot of people close to him. He commenced a reformation of the herbal practice in his area of coverage but he was a one-man squad fighting a system that was firmly entrenched. Expectedly, he incured the wrath of those who benefited from the rot he was bent on changing. But the truth is that there is no such dichotomy between spiritual and professional life. Man has a wholistic life and every part of it is overseen by the Sovereign God who demands that the whole life be offered as a living sacrifice to him. Here, see the Message translation of Romans 12:1-2  ”So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering…….” The social, domestic and professional lives are also spiritual for God oversees all.

Close to ten years before his final exit, it appeared baba had died because he seemed to have lost his firm grip and control over all affairs. He did not appear as that invincible father-protector any longer. He really slowed down as he began sorting things out with his Creator. He responded to the invitation recorded in 

 Isaiah 1:19 

Come now, let’s settle this,”says the Lord.
   “Though your sins are like scarlet,
      I will make them as white as snow.
   Though they are red like crimson,
      I will make them as white as wool (NLT)

It was quite visible he was under the heat of conviction of the Holy Spirit but most people around did not understand the situation. Family members got confused and scampered all about for the needed protection and guidance as the battles of life became fiercer. It was as though we were facing life for the first time having been shielded by his wings erstwhile. I had met Jesus earlier to join some of my brothers and sisters in the fiath. The first thing Jesus did for me was to give me the heart to understand his word and the strength to fight my battles which had become tougher. I had understood that Jesus did not promise to give believers diplomatic immunity against sufferings and pains, but he promised to be with us at all times. The Holy Spirit made me to know what father was going through. A few others knew too. Occasionally, Baba and I would enter into a debate on certain issues in his professional practice, and we often used the Bible to sort it out. He took all these in with a quietness that surprised me. At times I had to say things that hurt his ego and what he had believed for all his life, yet he took them. I asked people to join me in prayers, like Aaron lifting the hands of Moses. We prayed for father’s salvation.

I was privileged to witness the mysterious influence of the Holy Spirit upon my baba as he coasted home during the last of his 75-year sojourn on earth. Just about three days before he finally closed his eyes in death, the Spirit took one of my sisters home to pray for him. This day, the Lord struck the rock of his heart with the rod of his word and torrents of water gushed out. He prayed with tears and sweat. On 29th day of January 2004, he breathed his last as a few family members watched and prayed. Truly, children are gifts from God and my father had his quiver full of them. (Psalms 127:3-5) The good Lord made it such that our prayers and witnessing led him to Christ’s feet before he left us in this wicked world. In John 10: 27-29, apostle John recorded the following words of assuarance said by Jesus  “My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand“. God watched over this word as it fulfilled its mission in my father’s life. If you are yet unsaved, why not come to Jesus today? Why die like a fool (2Sam3:33), unsaved when there is a Savior?

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