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October 7, 2021


As a young man I was fed in the dream often!
I remember vividly eating all sorts in my
dream from the age of 4
My grandfather, a simple Christian, used
to say “Orisa ba n bo”
Meaning (The deities had fed you) whenever
I told him of the feasts I used to have in
the dream!
It was an affliction of witchcraft!
I never knew this
My parents attended an Orthodox Church
where one of the reverends would boldly
say “Witchcraft is real”
The name of Jesus does not give you a
license to look for the trouble of a witch.
If you mind your business, they will leave you
They didn’t leave me alone!
I remember growing up and praying this
way “Devil, you know I didn’t join anybody
to pray against you or disrespect you,
please don’t afflict me!”
I would pray like this in the church when
I see other people afflicted or hear gory
tales of such!
The downside of my eating in the dream
was that I was a kleptomaniac!
I stole a lot!
It was so bad that I used to equate how
much I stole with my academic prowess!
The term I stole a lot I always came 1st
The terms I stole little, I came 3rd or 4th!
My mind was quite twisted!
Twice I could have been lynched for stealing!
Once when I was in JSS 2!
I was going to school with my lunch
pack fully loaded one morning and s
omehow I stole a loaf of 5 Naira bread!
I was a student at Loyola College Ibadan
at the time and I stole this at the popular
spare parts market called Gate
The urge would suddenly come over me
and I wouldn’t be able to control it!
I was caught and almost killed!
An elderly woman begged on my behalf
and even paid for the bread!
The second time I was in the boarding
house and I stole a cup of Gaari (cassava
flakes) from a senior’s locker!
I was caught and beaten blue-black!
They called it “Baptism” in the boarding house!
It was hell!
I had a big problem
My parents prayed!
But they were my primary victims
I robbed them blind!
I robbed my father to the extent that he
used to keep his wallet with the
neighbours before coming into our flat
at a point!
He flogged, negotiated, cajoled, begged
and appealed to me several times!
I just couldn’t stop!
When I became a “born again” Christian in
2004 I thought it would stop.
It didn’t
When I got baptized by immersion I
thought it would stop
It didn’t
When I started speaking in tongues
I thought it would stop
It didn’t!
Don’t laugh at me!
I was a victim!
Stealing cost me a lot of things!
A lot of friendships
A lot of relationships
It was a bad name and a bad reputation!
I was not only stealing, I was white-collar
crime smart too!
I forged my JSSCE certificate and my
father who was a principal didn’t even
I would forge our principal’s signature
on letters I typed myself and give the
letters to my friends and classmates to
give to their parents asking for Excursion
Parents would pay and I will get a cut
from every student!
I ran this racket for years in secondary
There was no hope for me!
On September 17, 2007 I had an encounter
with the Holy Spirit while I was at Bowen
That encounter was the turning point!
I met the Holy Spirit!
God became real!
Two weeks later a former herbalist who
had converted to Christianity was brought
to Bowen Univeristy to hold a revival service
I was nominated to be his interpreter
He preached on and on
At a point he said “In witchcraft when we
see a child with glory we turn such to shame!
If such a child is male, we will turn him to a
Kleptomanic and feed him often in the
dream to keep him going!
If such is a female, we will turn such into
a bed wetter!
She will bed wet in the day and at night!
Her beauty and essence as a woman
would be taken away and replaced by
scorns and jeers!
We will kill her confidence and joy
She would be a carrier of shame and pain!
O my God!
The man was talking about me!
I have a cousin who was living with us
who couldn’t stop bedwetting!
We both fit into his narrative!
I planned to meet the revivalist after
service so that he can pray for me
But by the time I got to the chaplain’s
office, he was gone!
I cried that night!
As I cried, I prayed!
“Lord, please wipe away my shame!
I don’t want to steal again
I rather want to be a blessing to the needy
I want to be a giver and a helper”
I prayed in tongues all night
The next morning the Holy Spirit told me
to go and visit my grandma in the village
She was not a witch but the “prophets”
had said I shouldn’t go to my father’s
house because the witches were planning
to cook me in their special soup!
I had stayed away for years out of fear
This didn’t stop the feeding in the dream!
I sometimes ate twice before daybreak!
My grandmother welcomed me
We talked and laughed
I went back to school in the evening
Four days later, my mother called me
“I heard you went to the village!
What did you do? People are dying!
Within a week 9 principalities were dead!
Those who had a hand in the tying of destinies
My cousin got married two years later
I also miraculously stopped stealing
The urge died completely!
I am asking you to consider Jesus!
Believing in the flesh as I once did was
But believing in Him through the Help
and leading of the Holy Spirit is a wonder!
You don’t have to suffer any affliction
Your family history and evil pattern need
not reoccur
You can be totally free today
You can rule and reign in life as a new
creature if you so desire
All it will take is a message to +2348072744871
(Whatsapp or Telegram)
You shall be birthed into the Son through
the Spirit
PS: Months after my freedom I had a dream
A woman brought me food in the dream
It was corn meal and palm oil
She put it down and called me by my
traditional name
“Alayede, your good is ready”
I looked at the food
I looked at her
As she turned to leave, I called her back!
I said
“You, come here. This is not my food.
Go and prepare pounded yam and vegetable
soup and bring it in a jiffy.
The woman was petrified.
She ran.
A few minutes later she brought the food
I told her to kneel down and hold the plates
I ate everything with relish
When I was done
I smiled
I washed my hands and used her
wrapper to clean them
Then I said “From today, I have recovered
my authority from you and your kind!
You must never bring me food again or
come into my dreams!
She was very scared
She said “Yes my Lord”
That was the last time I ever ate in the dream

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