THIS IS MY STORY BY Anyameluhor Augustine Chukwuemeka
EXODUS
33:19
In my room alone, I am asked to play this tune. It was an
express catch on the net as I typed “Akon feat Big meech, Time is Money”. The
loud blast off my woofer elevated my begins into an elated status, but was
unexpectedly interrupted by a bang on my door. This was the beginning of an
end.
I was
brought up in an adorable background as my parents were ever supportive in all
worthy ramifications of life. Very lucky indeed I grow up finding out we were
not rich nor poor but contented with all we had. The least in a family of four
siblings, we were known for our dogged pursuit to excel in whatever the task at
hand may be. In 1997/1998 I joined my dad who had won a golden appointment
(Because it was very much needed due to the uncertainties in his past
appointment) in Abuja. That was the beginning of my deviation from good morals
to unjustifiable woefulness. As it was for the five years of my mother’s
absence and due to my father’s busy nature of job, no one really knew what I
was up to. Before my mother could join us I had learnt the basics of evil from
the outside unfriendly world. Just for the records, before I was thought of
being brought into this world, a Prophetess stepped into my Mother’s presence
about 26years back and told her she was going to conceive and bring forth a
baby boy whose name is Chukwuemeka Augustine. Furthermore she described me and
told my Mother that I am from God. My mother conceived and gave birth to a boy
(me) and so they decided (my Parents) to name me accordingly. Years later on a
faithful Sunday morning, I and my dad were waiting for my mum at the parking
lot after Church and my dad was flipping through the Good Shepherd newspaper (A
Catholic weekly publication, for were are Catholics), then he called my
attention to the birthdays section of Saints, pointing out to me in shock that
that day was Saint Augustine’s birthday (May 27) which coincidental was my
birthday too. That made me really reflect but I was already strongly under the
influence of peer pressure by then so it didn’t take much time for all the
thoughts, reflections and meditations on who I am to God to vanish as I even
became worse. During my primary school I normally didn’t ever read so I got a
seat mate who knew English and copied his work during exams while we gazed at
the ceiling during Mathematics. Whenever I failed e.g 25th out of 30
something, I normally changed the 2 to 1 (15th) before presenting it
to my dad and mum who was stilling teaching at Aba then (where we were formerly
based before I and my dad moved) whenever she came on holidays and it worked
for me even all through Secondary school as my parents never noticed or found
something fishy about the results. Then
came common entrance we were seated and I noticed it was a whole new setting as
I looked around for my seat mate whom I always copied his work but I didn’t see
him, in fact I didn’t see any one from my school around me, then it dawn on me
that I was on my own. I ticked the answers that felt right in English but when
it came to maths, I ticked with shaky hands whatever came into my head, and the
other subjects. When the result came out I got distinction and was given
admission into a FGC, as my name was number1 on the merit list. How did that
happen, well that’s an answer later in life I found out ONLY GOD could answer.
My dad took us all out to Mr Biggs to celebrate it as I witnessed unmerited
cheers of victory on every side in the presence of my siblings who came on
holiday (for they were in secondary schools when I and my dad relocated so
could only come on holidays. During my senior high school days I got into drugs
(weed at first) and alcohol as I made away with my dad’s foreign currencies. I
spent them in school since I was marked closely by my mother whenever we were
on vacation (then she joined us and was teaching in my school). I also made
some more wayward friends who were then cultists in the University for
protection and to deal with seniors who were wicked to me if they got outside
school but these guys drained my cash and even started threatening me, so I
told some of my other guys and we organized a party at Wuse2 and my friends
invited some army people they knew and I was asked to call them, as they came
and noticed it was an ambush they run as fast as they could with about 30 angry
boys after them. I was shocked because I thought they were undefeatable, but
that day I learnt something, “no human in the devil’s lane was undefeatable” as
it gave me courage to always stand strong.
I was pushed by an unseen force to scale through whatever
task I was to accomplish (exams, IT, part time Jobs e.t.c), Although University
was horrible as I couldn’t control the addictions (drugs, alcohol, porn e.t.c)
nor stay for lectures for I had friends in town (for my university was a 45mins
drive away from Abuja) who paid for my up keep even when my parents stopped
paying for it, due to the frequent reports of my calamities and waywardness
that brought disgrace and sadness to their hearts. My friend was swimming in
billions of naira as a result of the inheritance his father pass away and
willed to him, I found it difficult to concentrate in School as he always gave
me money to bring girls back home, sort my courses, rent my apartment e.t.c and
due to his fame I had the privilege of getting along with any cult member in my
school but he made it clear to me that the day I joined, he would be the first
to kill me. That saved me from making a lot more wrong decisions in my life. I
believe God used him to stop me.
Moving ahead in my final year I had 7 carryovers due to the
exams I skipped because I was too drunk to write as I couldn’t write any exams
without taking Alamo bitters and codeine and pills and often times I over took
them in such a way that it became impossible to go to the hall although if I
went all I need do was seat with a friend of mine and copy all he had written
because I never had notes nor text books to read anything infact till I graduated
I never owned a text book for my course.
When we finished our final second semester
exams, some boys I used to know in Abuja met me to inform me that they had
connections to people in the records office who could help my scores, hmmm… I
thought, it was a nice Idea because I was sure if God was on my side I will
have nothing less than 2years spill over due to the amount of carryovers I had,
but the problem was that I didn’t even have any money to sort because I do use
what so ever money that steps into my hand (not even pocket) to buy drugs
(codeine, pills, crack and weed) or alcohol. Where would I get so much money to
satisfy my drugs budget, alcohol, then before sorting with whatever would be
left I thought, the answer was no hope because even if I got 1million, I would
use it all to purchase DRUGS till the last kobo was gone. My addiction at that
time was so horrible I often cried whenever I was alone and not high because I
knew my life was totally finished. Often times the woman who prophesied my birth
brought messages to our house warning me to leave all those friends I had that
God was not happy with those friends I kept and I should prostrate on the
ground whenever I erred (of which I used to do when I was little and wanted to
seek attention from my mum, for I said in my heart that if I should prostrate,
I would attract her attention because she wouldn’t want cold to catch me). During
my 1st semester 400l, two of my lecturers became interested in my
progress all of a sudden. One was a Muslim who didn’t like any girl (Christian
or Muslim), and liked ONLY serious Muslim boys but suddenly developed interest
in me and always encouraged me to be coming for lectures always as his eyes
were on me he said. The other was my level coordinator who from out of the
blues always advised me and encouraged me also, just like that. I never gave
them a kobo but I just found favour in their sight. The one who was my level
coordinator was made my project supervisor. During my project defense, as it
approached my turn I was very nervous because I copied everything word for word
(no changes except the places my supervisor noticed and told me to make
corrections) and so I didn’t even understand the topic not to talk of defending
the chapters. When they called for the person next to me, he went in (as my
heart was pounding) only to come out again with our HOD, who announced that
project defense was over, that we should all submit our projects to our
supervisors and that whatever marks they award us we should accept it in good faith.
I jumped up with joy. God was at it again definitely. The guy whom I normally
copy his work (Yahaya), who was always concerned about my lackadaisical
attitude to education came and told me that God was surly with me (for he knew
my fears).
I had thought of going to meet my HOD but when I remembered
that he sleeps with girls and still fail them, it was of no use. I then had two
major challenges to my graduating. 1) My HOD who never cared about a soul but
gave to all whatever they duly merited was one and secondly, A very popular man
in the Nigerian media sector who retried and took up the task of lecturing us.
His case was not different as he also merited marks duly deserved and had money
so even if I was to get my kind of money for drugs and enough to sort, I
couldn’t sort him because he was very rich and well disciplined.
Two weeks after our
exams we heard that they had removed our HOD who had being the HOD since the
inception of that department and the appointed that Muslim lecturer who only
liked serious Muslim boys but miraculously liked me too as acting HOD. As they
started marking, we heard that our influential lecturer (the ex-media Icon) had
fallen ill, after sometime, we heard he was so ill he couldn’t mark so he
passed all his scripts to my level coordinator and out of my seven carryover, I
had 3 in his courses. (God is awesome. He can do anything to make His own scale
through regardless their attitude towards Him at that moment. Glory to His name
forever).
After they finished marking the scripts, they found out that
a lot of people failed woefully and so in order to avoid the “are you fit kind
of question that the University would ask should they submit that kind of
result, they decided to add marks for the whole class in the highest percentage
of failed courses and it happened that all the courses they added marks to
where the courses I failed. Hallelujah!! When the result came out I saw only 5
carryovers in my overall result in my transcript with my CGPA at 2:54.
(Surpposing I got 2.4 it would have meant 3rd class and I would have
had to take a post graduate diploma before I can advance for Masters of which
God didn’t want because it would have consumed my time and prolonged His will
for my life). My parents said it could only be God that could give me such a
result as my course mates protested because most of them who were looking down
on me and attending all the lectures and writing all the tests and studying for
hours in all the exams and saying I was unserious, spilled over, including those
guys who were advising me to sort. Their sorting failed them all. I
miraculously graduated to the marvel of all my friends in August 2014.
Hallelujah. God is good in my life.
I was shortlisted in
November 2014 for a 1year compulsory National service in a far away state
(Ebonyi) and although my parents battled so I get posted to Abuja (For none of
my siblings served away from home) it all was to no avail even though the
coordinator of posting was my daddy’s friend, we only knew 2days to camping so
he said I should go and camp and return after camping for redeployment back to
Abuja. On reaching there after the camp I decided to stay back for my PPA
(Place of Primary Assignment) because of a friend I had back at the University
who was the leader of a cult was in the same came with me.
My lifestyle was yet uncontrollable as any money I got was
channeled into my addictions. I knew if I continued this way it would be wicked
of me to start a family, talk more of bringing a son into the world to see his
father’s flaws. What kind of example was I going to be? I became totally
frustrated with my life as I smoked from morning to night all day with my
friend. The neighbors were fed up with my attitude but didn’t know what to do
as they had reported me times without number to my next door neighbor, a police
woman but she totally ignores them. They also reported me to an NDLEA officer
and he came and threatened me severally with arrests if I don’t stop smoking
weed and polluting the whole environment but I didn’t care because I and my
friend back then at my 300l at Abuja had been arrested by the NDLEA when his
mum reported that we were spending the wealth her husband left behind lavishly
on crack (Drugs) and they told me to call my mother of which I did after
resisting initially for some dreadful reasons and when my mother came to their
headquarters where we were locked up, she cried on seeing me there. I had never
been disappointed all my life in myself as that day because I never wanted them
to know it had gotten to that extent although she had caught me smuggling
cartoons of codeine into the house before (when I used to sell codeine and
pills both at school and in Abuja) and disposed them all into the toilet. They
conducted test on me and found only one drug absent out of 12 or so which they
said was not in Nigeria and was hard to come across anywhere in the world
except in countries like Malaysia e.t.c. They flogged me and advised my mother
that I say awhile with them while they teach me some lessons not to take drugs
again of which they truly kept their words (very horrible and bitter nights).
Since after that day I didn’t care anymore where, or who wanted to arrest me
because my parents were already aware of the worse of me (my addictions). Only
one thing disturbed me, my future. if there was any hope that I
would ever have one again. When I am alone most times back then I wept bitterly
for I needed a new life but it looked like it was all over. I contemplated
suicide twice but I couldn’t bear the shame if I failed as that would be the
height of stupidity. I burnt my mother’s cloths and always insulted her if she
tried to obstruct my ways of which she always did but at the same time she
always prayed, crying to God to save and not let me go. Nights after nights,
she burnt candle sticks praying for me all night, crying to God but I didn’t
about that then though. I only cared that all the promising thoughts of
tomorrow where dashing off my view. I started giving in to thoughts of living
the world again. I had no hopes. We went to Asaba (my hometown) after camp for
the Christmas break and two days before I left for the 10months PPA (place of
primary assignment at Ministry of Information Ebonyi) my aunty came visiting.
As I went down to greet her she told me that when I get there (to Ebonyi) God
said I should work in His house and something would happen to me. She also gave
me prophesies about how wealthy I will be and famous all over the world of
which the woman who prophesied my birth also told earlier on. So as I got to
Ebonyi, I went to some Catholic Churches around there but their mode of
communication in Masses was Igbo so I was automatically discouraged and more
over their workers were mostly elderly women (not my kind of place I said to
myself, nor my kind of swag).
I had a girlfriend who helped me regardless my actions as
sometimes I didn’t even have any money to pay for keke when we went out because
whatever money came (allawee e.t.c) I used it to buy drugs. She encouraged me nonetheless
to go with her to her church (Christ Embassy), so on the 1st of
March 2015 I made up mind to go with her which was awesome although I refused
to stand when they made an altar call. After the service I thanked her and she
encouraged me to come with her for the Communion Service of which I did and on
hearing Pastor Chris answer difficult theological questions (during Pastor
Chris live segment) I was amazed in that I had heard that he was passing
through some rough times in his marriage but there he was, as though he had no challenges,
in fact I wondered, he is even helping people answer difficult questions. I was
amazed for it could be only the working of God in his life that has made him
that amazing I thought. Furthermore, I told myself and here I am, with common
addiction challenges feeling like the world had come to an end. As I continued
to listen to him I felt my heart literarily melting as though the heavy burdens
were unloosening gradually and where being replaced by a type of peace I had
never felt before. After the Service I went home and reflected a little then
went out to drink. That night I drank to stupor and went back home around 1am
banging on the gate for almost 30minutes, refusing to call the numbers they
provided for me to call whenever I was coming back late so as not to disturb
the neighbors because I just wanted to disturb the neighbors as I used to do
back then at school when I came back drunk at midnight. Around 2am I gave up
because by then all the children in the various apartments had awoken and were crying.
I had compassion on them and stopped knocking. Around 2:30 a woman came back
from night vigil and called someone to open the gate and that was how I joined
her in otherwise I would have slept outside as usual (for I do sleep outside
some nights I was too drunk to find my way home and often times with some gang
of boys I befriended in my street when I came to Ebonyi who where all cultists
but they never initiated me at night even though it was very possible because I
was always unconsciously high whenever I was with them). It was God saving me
and blocking their hearts from having such taught towards me. Hmmm. The next
day (Monday) I stayed at home all through weeping and I told God I was going to
start working there as an usher (Because I was asked to by Him) as the church
was my kind of place to work for God (34 other corpers, big and beautiful,
filled with youths e.t.c). The next day (Tuesday 03,03,2105) I was stepping to
the rhythm banging off my woofer in the morning when I heard a knock on my door,
I reached for it and it was that my ex-girlfriend’s cousin (Emeka a name sake
who painted my room when I came newly to my apartment as it was through him I
knew the girl who took me to Christ Embassy who was at that time schooling in the
State University. He came in and we were discussing when he suddenly called to
my attention on his knowledge of my going to church with his cousin, how happy
he and his family members were and all that. Then he asked me how the
experience was? The question took me unawares and as I could only nod my head
in response but couldn’t speak, Suddenly, I felt a weight on me, it was so
heavy It pressed me down on my knees, as I tried to stand up, It pressed me
down again. I wept and wept and wept. Not that I was in pains but I knew
whatever was happening to me was of good although I was afraid. I was crying
and crying. It felt like a rushing wind all over my being and as I was trying
to struggle to stand upright, it pressed me down, her cousin (Emeka) who had
been a born again for 7 years told me I
had to reply after him and he took my hands and took me through some confession
(Salvation prayer) and he said things like I confess with my mouth that Jesus
is the Son of the Living God and that He is the Lord overall and believe in my
heart that God raised Him from the dead and things like that I said after him
as I was weeping uncontrollably, and when he finished, that wind in me pressed
me down and I couldn’t kneel anymore as this time I was now rolling on the
floor, weeping then Emeka left and something spoke loudly from within me and
commanded me to go and lock the door, then I was revealed a little bit so as to
crawl to my door and lock it and on getting back it suppressed beyond my
ability to control and I was taken away from my room in a moment to a place
where I saw things flying all over as if they were running helter shelter in
expectation of someone. The place was as white as snow and the things though
far from me where to many and that made me even more afraid and their legs were
floating in the air. I was still weeping uncontrollably, this time I was
kneeling down crying, shouting “what is happening to me? Where am I? what is
happening to me?.... As I was overwhelmed with what I was seeing with no one to
ask what is happening to me. Then someone appeared by my side. He was not there
initially. He said to me “Son of Love, you are done working for men, it is time
you do My will” as He reached for my left hand with loving and compassionate
looks in His eyes, He gradually lifted me up, I looked up to see who it was, It
was Jesus Christ Himself talking to me. It was Jesus Christ Whom my mother had
been begging to save me since He declared before I was born that I was His. It
was Jesus Christ, Who had been working all that while in my life. It was Jesus
Christ the King of kings and Lord of lords. I wept like I had never wept before
in my life. I knew my life was changed forever. I knew my life was never going
to remain the same. I knew my struggles with addictions were over. He told me
that those were angels and that they are rejoicing because they had been
expecting that day for a long time now, when I will come to the kingdom. He
told me that the devil had asked for my life from God 21 times but God refused.
In an amazing flash, He showed me in a detailed manner the pains I had been
causing to my Mother, He took me to a place, It was like in a beach, I saw
people (Uncountable) shouting as though singing praises and I saw myself on the
stage with a microphone alone as though speaking to them, Jesus told me “this
are all the souls you will bring to my kingdom”. He told me that He will never
let me go. So much happened after that scene, He took me through different
scenes pertaining to my future assignment.
When I got back to the world, it was evening, I immediately
deleted all my social media accounts, all my wayward friends numbers, I called
my mother and father and all my siblings, telling the good news in tears of Joy
mixed with love.
After that, one day I was sleeping and something like that
heavy wind landed on me, I jumped up from my bed and took my study book next to
me by my bed and started writing down things I had no Idea of what I was
writing, I was weeping uncontrollably as I did that day I first encountered The
Holy Spirit when I met Jesus. After some while it started losing its grip in my
being and as it did my hand stopped writing, as I thought I was done and was
laying down my head to sleep again in tears (for it was 2:30am at that time),
It landed on me again as I jumped up and continued writing and crying
uncontrollably. This continued like that until 6am, and then it final stopped.
After that day the Holy Spirit told me that that was a confirmation of my title
in the Kingdom.
After that, One day I was on my way to church to arrange the
chairs for the next day’s Sunday service. I met a man-friend I met initially
when I first came to Ebonyi. He used to own a Hangout spot back then in my
University and I always patronized him and even sometimes uncured debts to the
tune of 20k worth of alcohol until we heard that he duped someone and made away
with the person’s money and came to our school to set up that joint. Much later
I had he had packed up only for me to see him in Ebonyi of all places. Before I
met My Lord, we hung out almost every night drinking and charting, trying to
catch up with old times as he was always very shocked I could graduate, but I
hadn’t seen him after I met Christ until that day although he stays close to my
apartment as he was very shock I didn’t drink that day and was telling that I
would soon return to that life again. Although I didn’t tell Him about my
powerful revelation of Christ which changed me but I made it clear to him that
I was now for Jesus Christ full time. We discussed for a long while then
someone came and sat down with us. He knew the person. After a while, then it
was already dark and by then they must have finished arranging the chairs so I
told my man – friend that I would be going back home so he said he will drop me
off since I stay close to his place. When we got where going into the car, the
other guy that came to join us whom I have never seen before or know, told me
he would like to follow me home. At first I didn’t get what he was saying but
he followed us and when my friend dropped me off, he also dropped and started
telling me some things I didn’t understand then about the spiritual controlling
the physical e.t.c then as I wanted to walk away into my house he told me that
he came to deliver a message to me, I came back to him and he started telling
me things that shocked me like a transformation period, God had chosen me for
an important work from birth, that I am in a high position in the Kingdom of
God. That it is not by my works that God choose me but because he loves me for
His pleasure, that if I should sin, I should prostrate on the ground e.t.c. I
was so shocked then how God located me at such an unexpected place at a much
unexpected time. I wept for joy.
After that, One day during the last year’s cell leader’s
conference, on the last day which was praise and worship, I was praising God,
singing, dancing and shouting in the Holy Ghost when suddenly my eyes rose up
and although we were inside the Church, I was seeing the sky as though there
was no roof covering us, then the heavens opened and I saw Someone seating on a
Throne, behind Him were countless multitudes of angels on attention. His gown
was white and was flowing all over the place, glowing as though it was
producing the light everywhere. His face is a representation of Power (i.e He
is the Word Power Himself). He was speaking to me but His mouth was not moving.
I was shocked and amazed at the same time. His voice was calm and still as
though it was different from the Person I was looking at. His said to me “son
of love My people are not worshiping Me in spirit and in truth. They are
worried about their problems. I have told them to lay their problems on My feet
and walk away but they are bothered about their problems. Lest I bring in new
children and these ones corrupt them with their ways”. Then my eyes went down
back into the Church and there was a loud music of praise banging on the
speakers, an artist was singing in the projector but the congregation was stiff
and ridged as though they were mourning someone. Tears dropped from my eyes,
then my eyes were taken up again and I saw Him again and He said “you see, son
of love, my people are not worshipping me in spirit and in truth”. Then I came
back into the world in the church and wept.
So much happened at Ebonyi after then, e.g I had a financial
grace revelation when an angel brought me money dollars in a very large golden
tray, the more I offloaded it the more it increased. I was also given singing,
writing grace amongst others. When I got back to Abuja, early this year
(February precisely), my parents went to buy wall tiles for our house and they
purchased it from a lady who told them that she would bring it home for them
after getting it from their warehouse. When she got to our house, I came and
opened the gate for her and she walked majestically into the compound, looking
at me eye ball to eye ball, she walked into the sitting room and I just don’t
know why, I couldn’t stop her as the words to stop her (because she was a
stranger) couldn’t come forth. When I closed the gate and got in she had
already made herself comfortable in the sitting room, my mum and dad came out
to see her only to see her balanced in the sitting room. As they discussed, I
went back into my room to continue studying as God had urged me but I couldn’t
concentrate as my attention was still on their discussion, then I overheard her
telling my mum that she was a prophet and that any house she entered and they
treated her well that God said she should live her peace with the house, and
that my parents did accordingly so she would like to pray for them before
leaving. Then she sang songs and spoke in tongues for a while and then told my
mum that where is her second boy, that he is about to travel, at this point I
was shocked how God came at another very unexpected time to speak to me for
indeed I am preparing to travel. My mum rushed into my room and called me and
when I came out she said yes that I was the one. That God has chosen me and He
would never change His mind. That God has sent people to wait for me when I get
to where I was traveling to. That I am very great and mighty in God’s sight.
She prayed for me and said it was done. She gave my parents their own personal
prophesies and left.
On another Occasion, My parents went to see someone who was
sick and on their way back they decided to branch in to see my dad’s colleague
who invited them as she was opening a supermarket. As got there, one of the
pastors that came from the woman’s church dragged my parents aside and told
them that they have two sons and that the younger one’s name was Emeka and that
God has chosen me for a very great work and that I would be very rich and that
God had ordained me from the womb to execute that work for Him. He also gave my
dad some personal prophecies as my mum was just weeping because she was shocked
at where God came to meet her.
My life has been placed on a brand new slate. I couldn’t seat
for 2hours to read before now I spend all day reading and writing (For I am
going to produce 2books at His right timing). I compose songs; people come to
seek advice from me on life issues. My Muslim friend on hearing me speak
converted to Christianity as my friend who was a cult leader on seeing what God
had done to me gave his life to Jesus. I have been invited twice since I got
back to speak to a large populace of youths but I rejected because it was not
yet the right timing as all He has asked me to do then was prepare (Study, fast
and pray). After that day 3rd of March 2015 I forced myself to drink
a can beer but throw up on the first gulp and He warned me never to try it
again, same with drugs on 27th May and ever since after those
trails, I have total overcome those addictions for Jesus gave me the power. I
stopped porn, withdrew from all those time wasting activities e.g movies and
television as a whole, social media, unnecessary outings e.t.c. My life has
totally changed. I have been totally transformed. I have stopped everything
negative I once did and now am controlled by His Spirit. Jesus is real. I used
to hear about Him but didn’t really understand but now I know. He is so humble.
You will never know He is the Son of God on a normal day, only the Holy Spirit
can reveal that to you. I am a young man who has passed through a lot with just
a scar on my face to show for it. Only his mercies and lavished grace can do
this. Many of my past friends who we all started on the same lane of
waywardness have died and many others are still stuck in those addictions and
waywardness even at this very point in time when it is not needed for such
class of age, for they should be thinking of settling soon. It is His grace
that has made who I am today. God has given me a priceless gift amongst other
priceless gifts that no one in the world can give to any one, He has opened my
eyes to know what the time says, so that I can prepare my mind for action and
fix my gaze on the grace to be given me when Christ is revealed, even my title
in His Kingdom. I had always been hearing that God is good but now I know God
is good.
Holy Spirit has urged
me to share this good news, which is why I am sharing this to not only you
hearing it now but also to the whole wide world. As I said I would be releasing
my book of which I am working currently on, at the right time, but meanwhile
the news has to keep spreading so that the youths, the world at large will know
that JESUS CHRIST is the same Today,
Yesterday and Forever. Hallelujah!! God bless you.
Anyameluhor
Augustine Chukwuemeka
God’s
Son of Love
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