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(Part 2/2) I felt out of place in my family. I felt something was going on beyond the ordinary so I took it up and started seeking God. I told God that I was in a mess and I wanted out of it. God came through for me. No, I did not do anything serious. I only accepted Jesus and it has been great ever since. I became armored at the time for the greater spiritual warfare I would later fight.

I lost my two siblings tragically to the cold hands of death at a very young age. I did all I could to help them. I worked even harder and I prayed but I still lost them. My younger sister passed on December 10, 2011 at the age of 28 leaving four children behind. The doctors said the cause of death was food poisoning. My younger brother became ill after he won a contract in 2011 shortly after my sister’s death. People said it was a spiritual attack. He started acting irrationally and would hit his head on the wall and cry his eyes out till someone advised we take him to the Psychiatric hospital. We took him there in 2012 and he started therapy immediately. My life was all about him. I would go from one revival to another with his pictures to pray for him. His drugs were expensive but I did not care. He eventually got better and we started having reasonable conversations, then he complained of dizziness and headache in May 2016 and before we could say, “Blood of Jesus”, he was dead! I got to know a month after his death because I was heavily pregnant with my first child and family & friends were worried for me. Whenever I remember my siblings, I feel really bad, like I did not try enough for them.