I watched as her lips danced on…
The short, curly strands of hair at the
sides of her face looked beautiful as
thin streams of sweat cascaded down
“These are incisions” she said, softly
and I smiled
“As if I knew” I said in my heart
I held her back and patted her.
“It’s going to be alright my dear sister.
It takes the revelation of the problem to
proffer solutions to it. Since God has
shown us what it is, then we already
know the battle we are fighting” I
I had been a victim of incisions and I
knew just how to face it.
It’s nothing but through God’s divine
Before I gave my life to Jesus, I had a
disease called epilepsy and this had
really caused me many valuables plus
disgrace in the public place.
I remembered when I was still at the
college when a guy who had been a
very close friend proposed to me
jokingly and while we smiled over it, he
had pushed me with the tip of a finger
and the disgrace came again!
I started gasping
I fell to the ground with a thud!
I started foaming
Because of this experience, Amos, my
very good friend deserted me.
I lost my family, I lost Amos my bosom
friend, I was really being stigmatized
and I was almost giving up.
Then, one day, my mother called me
suddenly, asked me to get into her
‘cabu-cabu’ car and off she drove me to
one mud house in her village.
I thought it was a joke until I was given
something greenish to drink and before
I knew it, I was asleep.
By the time I woke up, it was so brutal,
what had happened to me.
My long, dark hair was gone- my head
was scraped clean!
My hands peppered from the cuts of
incisions- 21 on my right hand, 21 on
the left hand, 14 on my forehead, and
14 behind my neck.
I couldn’t weep that day as I felt the
frustration that my mum felt that could
have made her do such to me.
She apologized as she wept that she just
had to save me from the disease that
ravaged me then.
And it worked!
…or it looked like it worked!
Until five months later when the
problem returned with full force.
If the ailment lasted for 22 hours before
the ‘traditional operation’ was carried
on me, it increased to about 50 hours.
That was when I realized that it is only
when God gives gift to a man that he
adds no sorrow to it.
The devil gives you a single thing then
he takes about an hundred things from
you in return!
I met Jesus when I attended a crusade
and I gave my life to Jesus.
“Mrs. Olowo, I can relate to what you
are going through as well. Check my
body well and you would see quite a
number of incisions in there.” I started
Her eyes widened
“Really! Even doctors believe in
traditional powers?” she asked so
“Well, I got the incisions before I gave
my life to Jesus and I really did regret
it” I said, surveying her face for her
“You regret it? Isn’t it supposed to be
the reason why you are still hale and
hearty? Isn’t it why your work is going
on well with no issue?” she spoke on
naively, looking at me as if I was the
“But what about you? Are the incisions
working for you? If they are, why are
you finding it difficult to do certain
things? Why?” I asked and her
enthusiasm died a bit
“Well…” she said and observed a very
“The truth is this my dear sister, the
devil gives no man anything good” I
said firmly and she shook her head
“Of course I know. But I am alive only
because I am well secured and safe
through the powers imputed in me. If
not for the incisions and all, my case
would have been a no no!” She
explained, so sure of her conviction.
I shook my head
Oh what blindness!
“So, what of Jesus? Where is the power
he promised? Is he not able to save or
deliver? Is that what you are saying?
That Jesus is powerless?” I bombarded
her with the seemingly millions of
She gripped my arm suddenly and
“I didn’t say that” she said
“So, what were you saying? Explain in
clear terms” I so hated it when my Lord
and Savior is being underrated by
anyone because He had so done
marvelous things for me.
“You had incisions too. Why?” she
asked, pouting her mouth in argument
I cleared my throat
I was ready to fight this to the end
God’s name must be glorified
“It was because of Epilepsy”
“And it did stop after the traditional
intervention, didn’t it?” she smiled as if
she had won the case.
I was interested in the point she was
driving at so, I nodded
“Oh yes, it did stop!” I said and she
smiled widely, clapping her hands
“God isn’t as strict as we have painted
him to be. In fact, the Bible says,
heaven helps those who help
Misquote of the scriptures, oh God!
“My doctor, God seems slow sometimes.
Where you expect him to act, he
wouldn’t act but when you do not
expect him to act, that’s when he would
act. So, we have to consult the gods
while still worshipping God because
they are just like messengers to him”
she killed it all.
My heart burnt within me.
We had fed this woman with these
gibberish she had been vomiting oh
God, your daughter needs real
“Mrs. Olowo, I beg your pardon but
your perspective about God is so wrong!
One, no Bible says heaven helps those
who help themselves, it had just been
adopted for use by many people trying
to avert the right spiritual course they
are supposed to take. Two, God isn’t
slow! Mrs. Olowo, He is merciful! He
loves! He cares! He might appear slow
but no, God’s time isn’t Ours’ and His’
is always the best time. If you trust him
wholly, forget sister, He is never too
I just couldn’t say much.
My heart panted so hard.
“So, how did he not save you when you
fell into your fits of epilepsy?
Why was it that some incisions on parts
of your body, done in the names of the
gods healed you? Why?”
“I didn’t complete the statement the
other time ma’am. The epilepsy stopped
when I was taken to the traditionalist
but it didn’t last! The devil never gives
something that would last! The problem
I had was epilepsy and by the time in
came back after about 3 months later, it
added real convulsion, rheumatism,
blood vomiting and many more” I
explained and she looked disgusted
“God of mercy!” she exclaimed, holding
her chest firmly.
I was happy that that one hit her with a
“But it took just a touch of His garment,
the touch of faith and Jesus took them
“Hmmm…but what happened to the
incisions on your body?” she asked and
I smiled as I relived it all.
After Jesus had healed me and I had
become born again, I started having
series of dreams, different masquerades
pursuing me in the dream, different
masked guys sleeping with me in turns;
I saw myself carrying white calabash on
my head and my body covered in
It was a scary thing!
I did wake up every day then with a
start, panting, sweating and very
I was so confused
Was this how it would feel at first after
giving one’s life to Jesus?
“After months of tormenting dreams, I
spoke out to my pastor who quickly sent
for two deliverance ministers after
listening to my story. They set to pray
for me and see me vomiting different
substances. The greenish thing I was
made to drink at that time, I vomited
too, a ring was vomited too and it was
really a tug of war as everything done
against me through those incisions were
nullified and destroyed.”
“So, there are specially meaning
attached to incisions?” she asked and I
“You are right ma’am”
“Do I also need deliverance?” she asked
“Yes you definitely need one. But you
definitely need a man of God who has
really been called of God because if a
fake one lays his hand on you, it’s as
good as proclaiming death sentence on
you.” I said and she nodded
“Would you get me a pastor?”
“Yes. I would bring him tomorrow”
“That would be so nice of you.”
“You are welcome”
“Thank you for talking to me like this o.
I am so grateful”
I smiled as I looked into her face.
I was supposed to have peace that her
victory was near but no!
I felt as if I had not been able to even
get to the root of the problem.
What else is the issue oh Lord?
I held her hand to pray with her and an
electric current surged through my
She smiled at me
…and I reciprocated in a very weird
“I will see you later. Let me go and
attend to the other patients”
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Author: Oyebola Lizzy Oyekunle
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