My name is Oladipupo, the last child of my dad and mum and the only male child of my mum. In Africa and especially Nigeria that is a big deal because much importance is attached to having a male child. I was a pleasant child and deeply loved by my parents, especially my mum.
My mum conceived and delivered me the same way anyone would deliver her child. However I wasn't just a child I don't know why and of course its not like am not normal. As a child, I knew I had gifts. My mother was sure I am not an ordinary child. This is where my story begins. While I was a kid I mean around age 3 my family and I lived at Ikorodu Lagos State, in Nigeria. My dad was a successful Chartered Accountant and we lived in four bedroom apartment bungalow. The apartment was quite big and I was terrified by it. As a child I could not stay alone in an empty room especially when it was dark so I was always by my mother's side. My sister would tease me by calling me 'Mummy's skirt,' but that doesn't seem to bother me. A particular day stood out in my memory as a child. On this day, I was a bit sick, mum left me behind in her room to to prepare supper in the kitchen. I had a weird dream, in the dream I saw my mum catering to me and while she was with me I saw another woman that is just exactly as my mum. I was terrified in the dream because I did not know which of the women is actually my mum. I woke up sweating and panting. Upon waking up, the room was already dark I was supposed to be alone in the room but I saw a reflection of someone in my mum's huge bedside mirror. Every hair on my body stood, I screamed and ran towards the door. Mum heard me screaming right from the kitchen, she was scared and she ran towards me to rescue her baby.
What led to my discovery As a child I always fall sick a lot. My mother is a Christian and she has the gift of revelation. She was also a successful business woman. She observed am usually sick towards the peak period of her business and whenever I fall sick it was always very serious. I am her only son so she was very desperate not to lose me. She also found out that after she has spent most of her money on my medications I would suddenly get better. And once her business start booming again I would become terribly sick again she would
spend so much again and when her business is almost down I will get better. We continued this unholy circle for some years and at some point inspite of her endless Love for me she became terrified and worried. This prompted her to do some spiritual consultation at the Celestial Church Of Christ (CCC).
** Celestial Church Members**
In Nigeria we refer to the Celestial Church as a white garment church and they are not exactly your regular church because they belief in spiritual cleansing, they make sacrifices and the manner in which they conduct their deliverance is unique ( they make use of coloured candles, they use perfumes, and they wear white garment). The amusing thing about this church is that their members could go into a trance at anytime and anywhere and once in a trance they see a lot of revelations (non Celestial Church members consider this funny). My mum took me to the senior prophet in the church and he revealed to her that I am an 'Emere,' I know you will be curious, so let me indulge your curiosity. In Africa, an emere or an 'Àbíkú' is a child sent from the Marine kingdom to terrify his/her parents. Most àbíkú child will die a few hours upon delivery only to come back to the same mother again through another pregnancy and then die again. To confirm if a child is truly and Àbíkú, If a baby dies under questionable circumstances and the parents belief such child is an àbíkú, a scar will be made on the child's body. When the child returns through another pregnancy, the scar would be seen at the exact place it was made. Though àbíkús and emere have a lot of similarity I guess I was an emere back then. The prophet told my mum a deliverance must be urgently conducted, a day was fixed. On the said date, my mum drove me down to church. Dad wasn't involved in all of these
because he doesn't believe in such things. And besides we attended Methodist Church as a family.
On getting to church, the Senior Prophet gathered all the Church elders, they were in white robes and they held palm fonts. They surrounded me while the Senior Prophet and my mum watched from a far. I guess this is the procedure for conducting a deliverance for an emere. Some of the church elders were praying others singing deliverance songs and they where all flogging me with the palm fonts in their hand. Though the flogging was not so severe, but it was enough to make a child of about 5 years old cry profusely
according to my mum who witnessed it all and told me the story when I was much older. I didn't cry, I stood there smiling at the Church Elders. At this point the Senior Prophet has lost his patience. He lashed at the Church Elders and told them to see how a child has made a mockery of them. At this point my mum was already crying and gripped with fear. Another date was fixed for a proper deliverance.
If you still think there was nothing wrong with me, probably everything is a coincidence and not supernatural this would change your mind. Mum waited
patiently and desperately for the second date of my deliverance. She has also been praying. On the said date, she put me in the car, she didn't tell me where we are going to, she never told me another date was fixed for the deliverance. However, when she was about to ignite the car engine she was shocked when I started pleading with her not to take me to where we are 'going to'. At this point she said she became very scared. Now she was absolutely certain her son needs to be delivered from the spirit of 'Emere'. With determination, she drove me
to the church that day holding the steering with all her might because she was seriously trembling. On getting to church, the same process was repeated but this time around the Senior Prophet would not be beaten twice so he joined the deliverance team. My mum watched and pray from a far. After the whole exercise, she recalled that I cried bitterly. This according to the Senior Prophet was a sign that the deliverance was successful. Ever since I hardly fall sick.
As I grew older, I became closer to God and I realized there is no link between me and whatever it is I was delivered from anymore. However, I realized I have a huge spiritual awakening. I dream a lot often about the people around me. I see a lot of revelations and hidden things about people that I get scared of. The most scary part is that sometimes before I sleep, I see a lot of revelation which is sometimes frightening. When that happens I take it as a warning, so I would open my Bible read it and pray before I finally sleep. This has been and is still my supernatural experience.
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