Last year, I saw myself in a very devastating situation where I felt like commiting suicide right in the kitchen.

I used to be the best motivational speaker in my locality but none made sense anymore to me.

Barely two weeks I took in, my husband's means of income dried up to the point that we wanted to beg for survival. It was my second pregnancy ever since we married because I lost my first issue.

While I was single, I have always imagined how awesome my family would be. Really, it was because I married my dream man, however, his family was a sheer threat to my soul.

Just before we tied the knot, battles came at intervals to oppose our being-together but we strived and overcame.

I could remember how my husband gave me a call one night with great sorrowful heart. In his words, he disclosed how his step brother threatened him with destruction because he was wanting to have me as his spouse.

Being a Christian, I encouraged him and gave him hope.

Never did I knew that his family was so tough even beyond how I was seeing it.

Immediately I married, I started to fight battles. I nearly lost my life during my first child delivery. After that very incident, I became afraid and longed to go home. Despite all these, my husband was always in my heart and I had to stay to avoid causing him pains.

When I realized that I have taken in yet again, my heart trembled and I became so afraid.

One morning, I had a terrible dream. I couldn't tell it to my husband because he would start having the impressions of fear. I decided to take it to God in prayer. The dream was all about my death.

During the day break as I was cooking in the kitchen, my phone rang and it was a stranger.


You're Mrs Marie right? The male voice asked.

Yes. I responded and my heart started to beat immediately.

Can I please see you at St Gabriel's Teaching Hospital? He requested.

Stunned, I kept quiet, wondering what it was all about. I tried to ask him but he soon hanged up the call.

Without any hesitation, I hurried to the hospital. On getting there, he called me into his office and there, he broke the news.

I'm sorry, your husband was involved in a ghastly accident and his situation is so terrible that we doubt his survival...

As he yet spoke, tears streamed down my eyes and I almost fainted. I couldn't believe it at all.

I started to cry, desiring to see him but they declined saying it wasn't time yet.

After some moments, I called my Pastor and he spoke words of hope to me, challenging me to believe the word of God for my home.

Soon, I was called to see my husband. When I got there, I couldn't believe that he was the father of my unborn child. I hardly recognized him because of his so much injuries.

Right in my presence, he gave up the ghost.

That was the time I realized that the enemy came very prepared.

I never bothered to call on the doctor because it was obvious they would cover him and pronounce him dead with no further hopeful proceedings to get him back to life.

I closed the door and after laying on the ground, I started to cry heavily.

I called on God as though he was by my side. Infact, I challenged him to get my husband back to life, promising him a sincere service from my household.

After one hour, nothing positive happened and never did my hope decreased.

Just then, I had a vision and that was where everything settled.

My husband was tied to a tree and he was being prepared to be slaughtered by his own household.

I kept on shouting, challenging them but all were to no avail.

Finally, I decided to pray to God. It was a fierce battle indeed because I became their next prey.

Nevertheless, the presence of God soon saturated the place and they were all destroyed.

I quickly freed my darling husband and immediately, I awoke.

My husband survived the accident and that marked a turning point in our family.

Now, he's liberated and I'm a mum of 4 kids. We're doing so great and my first son would be gaining admission into a federal university in 6 months time.

Glory be to God!