The
wind started blowing somewhere between 6:23 and 6:25 pm as the praise and
worship was going on. It was a terrible wind that blew dust both from the earth
and the sky, I think, just like those kinds I used to read in books or watch in
the television. I am 25 now and since I was born till now, I had never seen
such a demonic wind in my life. It was as though the devil itself was inside
the wind with his wife and children and all his family members and friends
swimming within and blowing the dust with force on the corps members’ whites
and faces; perhaps on a mission to blind all the worshippers. What he did not
realize, I think was that God himself was amidst His people inhabiting the
praises of His people
True
to the fact, the house was not a real house but a structure with zinc and poles
as the government is yet to allocate lands to religious groups to build their
permanent fellowship centres in the camp. As it were, we were still trying to
bring together the tarpaulins that were tearing apart oblivious of the mayhem
the devil was trying to lash out. Then suddenly, like a wave, in the suspecting
eyes of the corps members and the NCCF people; the house shrieked and standing
aloof, I watched helplessly as our structure came crashing with full force; everybody
still inside.
I
don’t know how to explain this but the good news was that no body went as far
as being fatally injured not to talk of dying.
Are you surprised? Well, even all the camp
officials are still surprised, doubting the fact that nobody died in such a
crash. Even the devil is still surprised, I assure you.
What
can I say but thanks to God for such a
wonderful miracle.
#Nccf
will never die#
#Rural
rugged will never die#
#Jesus
Corpers will never die#
#NYSC
will never die#
#Nigerian
youths will never die#
Nigeria
will never die.
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