HE WAS JUST AN ORDINARY GUY (SWC)
For people like us who grew up in Africa and in an African village, believing in the supernatural isn’t difficult for us; we have lived many of our lives either experiencing it or being part of it ourselves.
I remember hearing our grinding stone in the kitchen grinding itself and I knew it was a demon doing it. I was in fear, but also in awe to listen to the activity until my mom who slept next to me sighed from her sleep and the demon rushed from our kitchen to our window and gave a slam bang on it.
I grew up in a typical Edo, Esan community where I saw display upon displays of supernatural powers and I, myself, had at one time, the abilities to corporate with the elements. However, today, I wish to tell you of one supernatural experience I had as a teenager with an Angel.
And yes, thank you @temitopebanks for telling and encouraging me about the SUPERNATURAL WRITING CONTEST sponsored by @budgets and @gmichelbkk and curated by @jerrybandfield. This is giving the opportunity to share this angelic experience in writing.
Not everyone believes in Angels and I am not intending to make you believe in them, although the earlier you do, the earlier you would start enjoying all the benefits of having and experiencing Angelic presence around you.
I was a kid when my mom told us about her own Angelic supernatural experience and I think it is proper I start from there. She needed to pick up some goods from her cousin who she lived. Her cousin was an air-hostess with the defunct Nigeria Air Ways who also traded in ladies shoes and purses and bags.
On this particular day, her cousin had bought some goods from London to Nigeria but needed to follow the air plane back (on her job) to the UK. And this was sometime around 2am on the beautiful night.
My mom got to the famous Murutala Mohammed International Airport in Lagos to help her sister with the goods and return back home. She decided to pick this air port cab who offered to carry her straight home. The cab was a Mercedes and she didn’t expect a Mercedes to be a cab. Well, it was late into the night (early in the morning) and she needed to get home safe with those goods. So she allowed the young man be her chauffer.
Interestingly for her, she couldn’t see the man’s face and the man never mentioned a word, asked questions about the direction to her house, or turned on the car stereo. She was so damn mute and “scared” about this man that she sat glued to her chair at the owner’s corner of the Mercedes.
What thrilled her most was that this man took her straight to her house without directions and collected no fee from her and the moment he turned to leave, there was no sign of him anywhere close by. Mom was greatly terrified. Even when she shared the experience with us several years after, she was still somewhat terrified.
Mine wasn’t like hers. Nah, I didn’t get a free ride. However, there use to be this Bendel Field and Flour Mills in my local government area. It was located in the neighbouring community. It had this truck we called “Road Train” which was a truck converted into a passenger commuting vehicle and used for commuting their daily factory workers from the community where the truck was located, through our community into the next community. The community was located in what I would call Point A (Ewu – the native home of Pastor Chris Oyakhilome), and the Road Train’s destination for its final pickup and drops was Point C (Ekpoma – the home of the famous Ambrose Alli University, formerly Edo State University and Bendel State University). My community was Point B (Irrua, the ancestral home to former vice-president Admiral August Aikhomu and Evangelist Sunny Okosun).
It was usual for the Road Train to, as it picked up and dropped the company staff, to also pick up members of the community. And for teenagers like I who needed to always travel to Ekpoma to visit my friends, use a cyber café and attend meetings, the Road Train was the best way to commute for free between these communities. Besides, I made many trips using the Road Train without the knowledge of my parents. I was a typical teenager. Hahaha
Then on one day, I had followed the Road Train to Ekpoma (Point C) and needed to return back to Irrua (Point B). I went to the Road Train stop point to join the other commuters for the 6pm pick up. Mhen, this was 6pm already and I needed to get home as fast as I could. The curfew in my house was 7pm and I need to get home. However, I needed this Road Train to come pick me and others.
I kept on waiting, just like others. Well, I am sanguine, so I just could not keep mute – I had to engage in a conversation with others around. Then from nowhere in particular, this young man walked up to me and said “Road Train is not coming today” and I needed to find another way back home.
What? Let me mention that at this time, there were no mobile phones yet in Nigeria so he could not have received a call from the company. He did not appear like one who could even be a senior staff of the company. Besides, the Road Train was regular, without it, many of the company staff would not be able to go to work or return from work. So he must have been joking to have said the Road Train was not coming. “How would the company staff get to work? What of the staff of the company who needed to return home? What about me that needed to enjoy the privilege using the free ride?” were the questions that hurried all through my body.
Well, I decided to ask the man why he thought the Road Train was not going to come, and hey, I could not find him o. I rushed as far as 20meters to the right and left to find him, but he was gone. No other person seemed to see or hear him except me. Mhen, that was when I noticed that he was not a man but an Angel.
Well, I did not want to believe what I just experienced but I decided to find another means to get home which I did. Interestingly the next day, I heard my peers say in school that the Road Train did not travel that evening because it had an accident and had broken down.
That was when I started believing in the ministry of Angels and since then, I have had other Angelic experiences, although there have been times in the place of prayer I knew there were Angels around who wanted to show themselves and I said no. hehehehe
I believe in Angels.
Follow me, I would share another supernatural experience, tomorrow; a supernatural experience of how I got saved from a major failure during my Law School days.
My name is Earl, and I am Alright.
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