MY LIFE IS A TESTIMONY

It all started when I was in year 3 and back then, I was the chef in the house, i cook tasty meals and trust me, I had basic skills in cooking different meals.
So one day, I decided to be a gentleman and do the needful, I walked majestically to my grand dad to give me permission to go to the market.
So that faithful Monday morning, I wanted to make stew and then boil white rice.
I went to the kitchen to make a list of what I want to buy in the market, I met my younger cousin in the kitchen who was slicing yam chips and getting it ready to fry. In my quest to know what to buy and not to, I ran into a seemed abandoned bottle of groundnut oil and I calmly asked my little cousin if the bottle of groundnut oil was still relevant, he didn't answer me, I asked him again, he never answered my question, he acted as if we had problems and thus possing such attitude, by this time, i was provoked as to why I should ask him a question and he refused to answer my question, I proceeded with anger to give him a dirty slap, ladies and gentlemen, it never occured to me that he was going to wedge my hands with the sharp kitchen knife that he was holding, my hands got stucked into the sharp kitchen knife and I was cut deeply, I lost so much blood in the process,I was rushed to the hospital and for the very first time in my life, a medical neddle was passed through my skin, I thought I was not going to survive the heat.
The most annoying part of my ordeal was that we started our exams on that day of incident, but I was supposed to write my first paper on Wednesday, i wrote my exams in pains and in tears it was not easy with me, but God was at the centre of it all.
Towards the end of my semester exams, I began to have symptoms of malaria and by then, I had no money to officially treat myself, i resulted to a cheap malaria drugs, but the situation grew worse and back then, I always had constant fever, i was afraid and I thought i was going to die.
I decided to take the malaria drugs I always took, but it didn't help, I became more worried so I decided to tell my mom about it and she said I should come home, I visited her during the weekends and the following morning, I pumped my stomach (Anema), I felt better after that session.
On the night of that day, something strange happened to me, my mom called me and my twin brother for mid night prayers, I stood up with my two legs walked majestically into the toilet to ease myself before coming in for prayers,
It was not upto 10mins, I began to notice strange happenings inside of me, gradually, I was leaving this world, I saw myself that I was dying and no one knew what could be done to help my situation, I was shouting the blood of Jesus while I watch myself gradually bid farewell to this world and after sometime, i didn't know what happened again, I came back to life around 3am and when I came back, I have lost my flesh and everything in me was dead, it took me months to build up again and return back to a normal person.
My story is a long one and I promise to complete it in my next post.
It was not my destiny to die young, the Lord has been faithful to me, it is only a stupid person that say to himself that there is no God.
Ladies and gentlemen, my life today is a truelly a definition of God's grace.
Be strong in the Lord, I don't know what you are passing through in life, but I have come to announce to you that God is at the centre of it all,
God bless you all for reading this, i hope my story has motivated you to continue to believe in God.