Ten Years Mysterious Sore Cured.

BEFORE the Watchman General Overseer, Pastor A.C. Ohanebo, arrived the Opebi Road Fellowship Centre of the Watchman in Ikeja on that bright Sunday morning last March, a brother had already testified that he had seen Pastor Ohanebo in a dream two days earlier declaring that he was coming to Ikeja. On that Sunday, the General Overseer was billed to travel to the East with an afternoon flight. Initially he had wanted to attend that day's Sunday Light Fellowship at Aguda in the Surulere area of Lagos, but he was led to go to Ikeja. The District Pastor of Ikeja, Pastor Nehemiah C. Ekechukwu (who also is the National Pastor of the Watchman in Liberia) told Charismatic Signs that immediately the General Overseer arrived and he told him of the testimony shared earlier by the brother, he also declared that his coming there that day was for a special purpose. After the Sunday Light teaching, the General Overseer went to the pulpit. After some exhortations and testimonies, particlarly about the miracles that happend when he ministered to the Watchmen in Italy recently, he prayed for the Church. It was a short powerful prayer. As he left to catch his flght at the Airport in Ikeja, he sang a praise song and told them to go on singing it till 1.00pm before the people would be dismissed. He told them that there would be harvest of miracles. By 1.00pm the miracles started happening. Several symtoms of diseases left the bodies of people. There was massive jubilations everywhere. A brother who was cured of stomach ulcer that day has already testfied at a recent meeting at LOGISS, Awo Omamma. But in this report, we are focusing on Chinyere Chukwu who was cured of a resilient, mysterious wound that had ravaged her head for the past ten years. Her testimony: "On a Monday morning in May 1993, I left my house in very sound health to my place of work at Ilupeju, Lagos, at a big fashion designing outfit. We were two ladies sharing the same office . I was working there as a typist. At about 5 p.m that day, I just felt something suddenly move out of my head. The next thing I knew was that I was just shouting: My head ! My head!! I could not explain what was happening to me. I was just sreaming. The noise attracted my colleagues. As they rushed in and saw me, they were all confused. They didn't know what to do. Then my employer who was living very close by was alerted and she came, and I was rushed to the hospital. When we got to Lagos University Teaching Hospital (LUTH), we discovered that they were on strike. Then we went to Igbobi Hospital only to discover that they too were on strike. As a result of this, she decided to take me to her private doctor at Ketu. The doctor examined me and gave me some injections, but when I got home, the matter grew worse. I was still holding my head and screaming. If I ate anything, I would just throw up. I was just vomiting continually. Before I knew it my head began to swell up. The pain was so much that I couldn't even lay my head on a pillow. Throughout the period I suffered this strange illness I was not able to lie down normally. I was being taken from one hospital to another, but the pain persisted. All the money I saved over the years went into payment of hospital bills. So I decided that my brother with whom I was living should take me back to the village, so I could go and die there. Even though my employer and her husband agreed to take the responsibility of paying the bills in order for me to stay back in Lagos, I still insisted on going. At this time I had become so emaciated and physically altered. So on the 26th of May, we left Lagos for the village. My parents were so devastated when they saw me, and all the people in our house were crying. I couldn't talk to anyone. I just kept shouting: My head! M y head!! Then at about 8 p.m that day, I gave up the ghost. I then saw myself moving towards the place of judgement. This experience made me to now believe that actually both hell and heaven exist. As I was heading to the place of judgement, the devils were rushing to grab me. I knew that I was no more in this world because I wasn't seeing faces of people in this world any more. I saw something like a television screen where everything about the way I had lived my life was being displayed. And I already knew from all I saw that I was going to hell. So I started crying: ‘I will repent, ‘I will repent'. I continued crying. Then I came back to life. By then it was about 2 p.m the next day. When I woke up, I didn't see anybody in the room and I started singing songs. Already there was cotton wool in my nose. And one of my uncles who came at that time and heard me singing, came close, removed the cotton wool and rushed out to tell others that I had come back to life. When my mother came in she couldn't believe it, I now asked her to give me water to drink, but she refused saying that if I drank the water, I would die finally. But I found myself saying that I will not die, that I have come back to repent. Then I started confessing my sins before my entire family members.

Soon after this confession, I was unable to talk again. My people took me to a native doctor. But the treatment he gave me worsened the whole thing. My head became very swollen and very soft. Then, my hair was shaved and I was taken to Emekuku Hospital, in Owerri, where I was operated upon twice. Still there was no relief, I was then transferred to the General Hospital, Owerri, where I again

had surgery twice. At this time my parents had become broke , but my problem was still there.
So in December 1993 my uncle came and took me back to Lagos. Then we went to Ikeja General Hospital where I had another operation. Despite these operations, the thing still persisted. My head was just bleeding at a particular spot. I wrapped bandage about on my head for years as a result of the wound refusing to heal. Then in 1999, after a series of tests and medications, another operation was recommended, which I outrightly rejected. But when I joined the Watchman in September 2000, I stopped going to the hospital. I noticed that I was not having that excruciating experience any longer. Although I kept going to receive minor treatment and dress the wound once in a while. In the year 2001, in one of the combined fellowships held at Aiyetoro (General Fellowship Centre in Lagos), a prophetic word from the sevant of God came out concerning my case. So whenever the pains came back, I put God in remembrance of that day and the prophecy that came through His servant. In the year 2002 the matter now began to get worse again.

So, some few months ago (March 2003) when the General Overseer came to our parish in Ikeja, that day I was in a terrible condition. I had gone outside the Church hall weeping profusely because I was really in pains. But later I managed to go into the Church. After the prayers of the General Overseer for us that Sunday, I went home believing God even though the problem was still there. But two days later, in a dream I saw myself being operated upon and something like a rope being removed from my head. I was saying to myself in that dream: Another operation? Is it not too much for me? When I woke up and discovered it was a dream I started rejoicing because I now knew that my matter was over. Two days later, I had another dream. In it I saw my pastors praying for me and seriously sweating. Then, the General Overseer suddenly came out and declared: this is my property! And then, he asked me to come. As they continued praying for me, a voice was telling me: I will show you mercy.
After this, the wound now started healing and all my troubles vanished. And the wound which had refused to go since ten years disappeared.



AIDS-Ravaged Family Reclaimed

"And it shall come to pass in that day, that his burden shall be taken away from off thy shoulder, and his yoke from off thy neck, and the yoke shall be destroyed because of the anointing". (Isaiah 10:27)

ABOUT eight years ago, 1993 to be precise, and on a Tuesday Charismatic Hour fellowship, multitudes of Watchmen and their visitors had convoked at Olaleye Community Centre, Ebute-Metta East, Lagos, to enjoy another exciting day of special Holy Ghost ministrations in which the power of God was made manifest in abundant measure to break yokes and bondages, and put smiles on faces. Expectations were high, and from the murky depths of despair hope had risen, more so, given the startling testimonies of what God had been doing at such meetings which had been noised abroad. For the congregation, it was another day of miracle celebrations.
After the choir had rendered a soul-searching number, the Watchman General Overseer, Pastor A.C. Ohanebo, moved gracefully, and with measured steps, to the pulpit. The atmosphere was charged as usual, with Watchmen praying out their hearts.

When he had secured an atmosphere of quiet, Pastor Ohanebo took a hard look at the congregation and declared: Israel Must Leave Egypt! That was the title of what has now become a famous Charismatic Hour message delivered on that day. Indeed, the old Biblical Egypt of pre-Exodus era has come to assume a metaphor for all that oppress, inhibit and afflict, the bulwark of error, and God has determined to enact an exodus for all victims of such circumstances.
Somewhere in the congregation, a man heard Pastor Ohanebo with rapt attention. That man was Julius Nwafor who now worships at the Mushin District fellowship centre of the Watchman. But at that time Julius had taken ill, tested HIV-positive, and had begun to emaciate terribly. His wife also had gotten the disease and was pining away, though only Julius knew what was wrong with her. His children had also got the disease, but Julius hid it all from them. But when he came in contact with the Watchman in 1993, hope began to well up in him that he might be able to live after all. Matters were settled on that very Tuesday Charismatic Hour fellowship when the man of God made prayers for the congregation. Julius and his family were reclaimed to health and respectability, as the power of God touched them.
But Julius had waited these eight years to release the testimony. During this time, God has given him and his wife two more children. By now, there can be no iota of doubt again as to what God did.

Sharing his testimony, Julius Nwafor declared: "In the days of my ignorance, I contracted the disease called AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome). In fact, I never believed I would still be alive today. I went to many places in search of help, but I found none. One day, a friend took me to one clinic in Surulere, Garmic Clinic, and they carried out a lot of tests. In all, the results proved I was HIV-positive. I was not responding to any treatment. My liver and my blood had been badly affected. One day, I decided to go to LUTH (Lagos University Teaching Hospital), but on the way, I had the fear that when they I discover the disease I was carrying that they might detain me and not allow me to go home, so I turned back.
"Later, one of my uncles took me to a White garment ‘Church' where I spent some months without getting any remedy. Later, my junior brother got to know of my problem. He brought some Deeper Life brethren to my house and they prayed for me. I began following them to fellowship. Later, one of them who saw what I was passing through told me about the Watchman I had not heard of the Watchman before that time. When I began coming to the Watchman, each time I listened to the man of God preach, it will be as if he knew what I was passing through. It was not only myself that was afflicted, my wife and my children were also afflicted. I did not tell my wifewhat she was passing through, but my junior brother knew. I continued coming to fellowship. Then God granted me salvation. Because of my condition, some of my village people would come and cry so much when they beheld me. At a time, news got home (my village) that I had died, and that my corpse had been deposited in the mortuary. Later, my wife also got her salvation. When both of us became saved, our burden became very light indeed. Despite my condition which made me ashamed, I used to go to people to invite them to come to the God of Watchman. I was not looking at the mirror any more because of how I looked. I had become very thin. I stopped watching television because, each time they showed the message: AIDS HAS NO CURE! my faith would go down.
As the days went by, I began to notice the power of God in my life. It was on that day, when the man of God preached the message: Israel Must Leave Egypt that I got my healing. God then purged my family of AIDS; we all became free, and no traces of it was found in us again. I have since joined the workers in the Church. I bring out time to fast and pray, and I am active in bus evangelism. After all the battles with AIDS were won, God gave me two more children, making the number now six.



"When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream. Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them. The Lord hath done great things for us: whereof we are glad (Psalm 126:1-3).