Why I Will Not Be Silent
Sometimes I may appear hard on some issues, so
many people might misunderstand my intention,
but what I talk about here are born out of
experiences.


I had an experience that broke my heart. It was after that experience that I told myself not to be silent anymore on religious a ses and bad governance.


sincerely pray and hope that after reading this, it
won’t sp il your mood much. In May 2016 when I was still working in Lagos, a parishioner ran to me requesting I come to pray for her neighbour who was seriously sick.

I could read all over her that this neighbour of hers must be ding, so I hurriedly followed her.
When I entered the sick woman’s house,
everywhere was dark.

In Lagos, most buildings have
windows in which opening them are as good as
closing them because of their proximity to the wall of the next building. Most people use torchlight or candlelight in their rooms even on a sunny day.

With the aid of candlelight, I saw the woman sitting on her bed. I could see PAINS written all over her.


And when I say pains, I mean the one that makes
you understand that the word “pain” cannot truly
describe real pain. She was wearing nothing. Her
stomach was big, about the size of a slim woman
carrying nine months’ pregnancy.

But I was told she was not pregnant. This got me confused. I was told she delivered a baby girl in January through Caesarean Section (CS) in a hospital in Port Harcourt.

Her problem started after the operation.
Nothing happened to the baby though, but the
woman left the hospital with the feeling that
everything was not alright. Few days after, the
stitches loosened; she went back to the hospital,
and it was sown again. Few weeks later, she started feeling serious pains, her stomach started protruding, so she went to the
hospital.

Scans and tests were conducted, but
nothing was discovered. According to the doctor,
nothing was wrong with her medically. But since she complained of pains, she was given paink lers. When the problem persisted, her sister brought her to Lagos.

As expected, since the doctor already said she was
medically fine, everyone and including herself
started feeling her problem was spiritual. She
sought spiritual help from many angles. People
started suggesting names of those considered as
“powerful” ministers and “powerful” churches.
Her sister took her to a church in Lagos for prayers and deliverance. She was being carried every day for prayers. She was practically in the church every day.

The pastor will pray and pray, tell her to drink
Goya oil, ask her to fast and do so many things I just don’t want to state here. Every day, her situation got worse.


By the time I met her, it was almost getting to five
months since the CS. By this time, her stomach had protruded so much that you can’t differentiate it from a nine-month pregnant woman. Yet, she was not pregnant and there was no medical explanation
for it. The pains I saw on her face, I can’t even wish my ‘enemies’ such pains.


After praying for her, I told them to go to a better
hospital for another scan, and that they should do it immediately. With the help of her sister, she was taken to Gbagada General Hospital in Lagos. They carried out a fresh scan. After the scan, the result shocked everyone.

It was discovered that there was something foreign in her lower abdomen around the intestine. According to the doctor, a piece of cloth was forgotten in her stomach after the CS.

This piece of cloth had already decayed inside, mixed up with the intestine, and had d troyed some delicate tissues. There was no other way for her except an operation in which the chance of survival was slim.


The operation was done. It was successful. But the
woman went into a coma. I prayed for her, visited
her, but she never woke up from that coma. That
was how she ded. This br ke my heart greatly. I cried. In tears, I thought of the sacrifices women go through to give birth. I thought of the careless
hospital and doctor that did the CS.

I thought of the same hospital telling her that she was medically well, almost like telling her that her problem was spiritual. I thought of the churches and pastors she visited, the number of Goya oil she drank for four months that even got the situation worsened.

I thought of many things. It was from that day I told myself, I may not be able to do much, but I won’t be silent over ab ses in the name of healing or miracle and bad government.


You may att k me when I talk about so many
things online, you may he my gut and blacail me..you may think you are more spiritual, but I
know that one day you will search your heart, one day you will remember all I have been saying, one day you will learn that my advocacies are not about catholic versus the others.
lam a strong lover of God.

I pray countless times in a day. I believe in God, in miracle, in his mighty powers. But, I also believe in the God who gives reasoning and common sense to deal with practical issues.

God of reasoning is not at w r with God of
faith. That is why some of you are n t balance. You
have faith, but you don’t haves Sense.

By Sydney

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