Dr Freaks Journal - Angels Are Real

 Interesting read!!!

October 1996:


It was exactly one week to my Second Semester Final Year Examinations (Linguistics) and I cannot really remember what informed my decision of travelling home at such a critical moment. 

I got to Akure-Benin Motor Park at about 3.00pm, with my knapsack strapped to my back and my bag of "gari", my favourite and other "ancillary" foodstuffs resting somewhere "safe" while I waited for the "next-turn" vehicle to finish loading to it's full capacity. It was a long wait and I decided to "kill time" by "bazzing" (if you don't know, you don't know) then I walked into this elderly "looking" man who by my estimation should have been in his early 60's but he was still looking smart and handsome. 

We had boarded the same vehicle and I think we had that in common.

Despite the fact that he was looking so decent, more like a pastor and I was engaging in a bad habit (by Nigerian standard) at the time, this man did not judge me as I puffed the smoke of my B& H away and occasionally in his direction. We talked about virtually everything under the sun under those few minutes or close to an hour that we spent together. 

Meanwhile, he told me about Jesus and God, albeit, in a subtle manner. I cannot remember the full details of our conversation now. 

Eventually, we left Akure and headed for our destination -Benin.

The journey was a little bit bumpy because the supposed driver was not a professional driver as we later found out. He had only brought his father's car out to the park to make some quick money and the management of the motor park could not have been bothered. Just pay the "Agberos" and pronto, you are good to go. I can bet with my breakfast that the driver had not driven a car for up to one week at the time as his inexperience oozed from the very moment he drove out of that park.

I noticed that the tyres were not so smart but I was stuck! We had paid our fares and we were close to Ogbese, just before Uso and Owo now and the tyres had started to glide heavily. The journey continued amidst the confusion and uncertainty then I think after Ifon, before Odighe-Tule, I succumbed to the call of nature, I slept off and few minutes into my sleep, the "expected unexpected" happened. 

Before I proceed, let me state that I was seated at the back of the Toyota Corrolla where 4 (four) of us were packed like sardines. I sat next to my elderly friend who sat next to the door. I conceded that seat to him, even though I got to the park before him but I did not have difficulty taking that decision.

There had been a tyre burst and the vehicle was in the bush now. I think after the first somersault, I came alive and I could manage to mutter "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus".

 The vehicle eventually came to a complete halt and by-standers had already thronged the scene. I gathered from the by-standers that the car had somersaulted 3 (three) times and they had feared for our lives. Thank God, I was not hurt much. My head had hit the windshield and interestingly I had no bruises or fracture and I was just smiling. This got some of our rescuers worried though, how could I be smiling in that state! 

Few minutes later, I started feeling funny, I became thirsty but I was denied water for obvious reasons and I felt dizzy for like 5 (five) minutes but I recovered after some minutes.

Then it was time to gather the victims of the accident and put us in another Benin-bound vehicle, behold one of us was missing. The old man, my elderly friend was missing! 

The by-standers searched everywhere and he was nowhere to be found.

All I could remember was that throughout the period of that unfortunate incident, he held my hand and my memory could not take me beyond that. At some point, they gave up and put the rest of us in a bus. Many were badly injured but I was untouched. Even though my head did hurt for some weeks, but the good news is that my examinations were postponed and I had time to recover and prepare for my examinations.

To God alone be all the glory.

My elderly friend may have been an angel!



October 2005:

I had just graduated from University of Benin (Law) and I was preparing for the Nigerian Law School and boom, I broke down for a period of 10 (ten) months.

 Let me save the details for another day.

 I moved in and out of hospitals and there was no visible improvement until I yielded unto Christ. I was in a church, the one that is not associated with "mircacles" (the headquarters is associated with Gbagada) the Pastor was not talking to anyone in particular honestly, but the message was heavenly baked for me. The relevant passage from the Bible was Mark 11: 21 24 which talks about your faith being as little as the mustard seed and the potentials therein. In my heart, I said unto the mountain in my life, move and God heard and I was delivered. 

On that same Sunday, I went home and went into a trance-like mode and 3 (three) elderly men came into the room, held me by my hand and instructed me to follow them. One of them looked familiar, he is a leading Bishop in Nigeria (and he loves wearing white robes.) I had never been to his church and I had never had anything to do with his Ministry, but God healed me and I was able to resume at the Nigerian Law School few weeks after.

To God alone be the glory.


Those 3 (three) elderly men may have been angels too.



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