Emeka Ifesinachi

2025-07-28 13:40:01 -

I could remember growing up in my little village of Eastern Nigeria seeing both my mum and dad practicing voodooism and traditional practices. I could remember growing up seeing both wooden and metal carved images of different sizes with different kinds of animal blood sprinkled on them all. I could remember growing up as a kid following my dad to different kinds of rivers and oceans for different sacrifices. I could remember growing up eating different kinds of animal meat used for sacrifices because my little mind didn't see anything bad in it. I could remember following my dad to different kinds of bushes, plucking different kinds of herbs and roots used for treating different kinds of ailments and other uses because i was very close to him as a child. I could remember my dad later dying at the age of 83 while my mom later died at the age of 64. God i could remember leaving the shores of Nigeria to Accra Ghana to go and hustle because i those things are not the kind of life i need. God i could remember coming back to Nigeria after loosing all that i have laboured for. I could remember traveling again to Douala Cameroon after saving little money through little work i was doing then only to come back again after loosing all . I could remember traveling again to Porto Novo Benin republic as an Igbo boy full of hustling spirit and what happened,i could remember coming back again after loosing all. God i could remember going from one place to another looking for a serious solution to what is happening,but what was the answer......that i have a call. God, remember what i told you,i will never follow the footsteps of my parents,i will never worship what they worshipped no-matter what. All i seek from you oh God is guidance,i need you in my life more than anything. Don't allow the demons to receive the glory that belongs to you alone. Fill me with your spirit and please bring a genuine powerful mentor closer to me for a spiritual guidance. This is my prayer to you oh God . (True story of my life, not fiction)

I could remember growing up in my little village of Eastern Nigeria seeing both my mum and dad practicing voodooism and traditional practices. I could remember growing up seeing both wooden and metal carved images of different sizes with different kinds of animal blood sprinkled on them all. I could remember growing up as a kid following my dad to different kinds of rivers and oceans for different sacrifices. I could remember growing up eating different kinds of animal meat used for sacrifices because my little mind didn't see anything bad in it. I could remember following my dad to different kinds of bushes, plucking different kinds of herbs and roots used for treating different kinds of ailments and other uses because i was very close to him as a child. I could remember my dad later dying at the age of 83 while my mom later died at the age of 64. God i could remember leaving the shores of Nigeria to Accra Ghana to go and hustle because i those things are not the kind of life i need. God i could remember coming back to Nigeria after loosing all that i have laboured for. I could remember traveling again to Douala Cameroon after saving little money through little work i was doing then only to come back again after loosing all 😡. I could remember traveling again to Porto Novo Benin republic as an Igbo boy full of hustling spirit and what happened,i could remember coming back again after loosing all. God i could remember going from one place to another looking for a serious solution to what is happening,but what was the answer......that i have a call. God, remember what i told you,i will never follow the footsteps of my parents,i will never worship what they worshipped no-matter what. All i seek from you oh God is guidance,i need you in my life more than anything. Don't allow the demons to receive the glory that belongs to you alone. Fill me with your spirit and please bring a genuine powerful mentor closer to me for a spiritual guidance. This is my prayer to you oh God 🙏. (True story of my life, not fiction)

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