One Tuesday in March this year, I was returning from Prayer meeting with my children when some men parked behind me at my gate, walked to me and ordered me to come down from my car. I refused and wanted to know why. They broke my car, forced me out and ordered me to enter their car. I began to call on Jesus of Nazareth and shouted out loud in other tongues. One of them hit my head with a gun, another dragged me forcefully, and yet another used electric shocks on me. Finally, I got into the car and they drove off. It was about an hour’s drive and I spent it praying in tongues quietly. I prayed for protection, preservation, and favour.

When they finally stopped, they handed me over to another man, who took me on a thirty minutes walk through a thick forest. We stopped in the middle of the forest and he made a bed of polyethene bags on the bare ground and asked me to sit down. He took my husband’s phone number and asked a few questions. I asked him if I could say something to him and he obliged. I told him that despite what he was doing, God loves him and is waiting for him to come back to Him. He looked at me in shock! Every other “customer” had cursed them. I explained to him that Jesus had forgiven him every sin he has and will ever commit, but the choice was up to him to accept it.

At that point, he ordered me to go to sleep. I asked if I could sing and he warned that I was not in church. I explained to him that it was impossible for me to be awake for five minutes and not think on God’s Word. I told him the Word would also flow out of my mouth, and they would have to bear with me. I then told him I wanted to pray before I sleep since there are wild animals in the forest. He refused but I insisted, he later agreed and I prayed for him quoting Ephesians 1:17-18. Finally, he warned me not to try what I just did when his colleagues join him.

Early the next morning, he said it was time to tie my eyes and put a chain on me before others arrive. I began to declare that I am a king and would never be in chains while slaves walk around freely. He removed the cloth and chains after an hour but put them back when one of his colleagues finally arrived. At this point, I began to consider what seemed to be apparent reality. How can I be kidnapped just seventy two hours after my birthday? I was still waiting for my gifts from God and my husband. I had been treated like a criminal, slept on the bare ground under open heaven. I was down with a cold and now was in chains and my eyes were covered.

Self-pity began to creep in and then the Holy Spirit called my name and reminded me of who I am. He also reminded me of some of the lines of thoughts He had sent me in the last three months because He knows things before they happen. He began to remind me of forgiveness and agape love from The Bait of Satan by John Bevere, taking charge and establishing my authority anywhere I find myself from The Believer’s Authority by Kenneth E. Hagin, giving thanks while using my imagination to see God’s deliverance from Andrew Wommack’s How to Find, Follow and Fulfill God’s Will For Your Life. These were books of the month from the Word Shop. Gems of Grace Devotional for the previous day said we are ambassadors of agape love no matter the situation we are in. Given at the right time was Pastor Nkechi’s message two days earlier in the message series: Positioning For The Manifested Word where she talked about keys to understanding the parable of the sower. She taught us that God is absolutely good and a giver of good, nothing evil comes from Him. He is so good that when we pass through unpleasant experiences, His goodness swallows them up and brings about such a restoration that leaves no trace of the experience. Finally, the Holy Spirit said, “Be bold as a lion, gentle as a dove and wise as a serpent.” At this point, I asked them to remove the cloth and chain and they did. With that, I made up my mind to have one big safari vacation.

The next three days were full of threats, warnings, and shouting as they tried to stop me from praising, worshipping and praying in tongues. I boldly countered every threat with the Word of God. When the leader of the camp asked why my prayer was not bringing about financial provision for my husband to pay for my release, I told him that neither money nor my husband had anything to do with my release. My Father God would will bring me out. This really infuriated him, especially because I am a woman. He told me he had met politicians, cult men, and women, church people like me. No one had dared him like this.

By the end of the fourth day, I had taken over the camp. From that day till I left, I praised, worshiped and declared the Word as long as I wanted. I slept and woke up when I wanted. I ate and drank what I wanted. I had a supernatural provision for communicating with my husband. The best was that I now consistently shared the Word of God with them. I watched out for when any was downcast and I shared the love of God. I showed them how giving their lives to Christ could take care of the things they worried about. One received the Word and I led him to Christ.

As I trusted God for each step and He made it work, I became bolder and so they began to discuss whether I was really a human being. No one agreed to touch me when their big boss called them to take my wedding ring. Their leader said to me, “Madam, I no go touch that ring, your power pass my power. Your spirit don arrest my spirit, you be bad market. I no wan die” I gave it to them myself some days later. Even in the forest amidst occult men and wild animals, God’s presence and glory were so tangible to me that even the kidnappers felt them.

On the morning of the tenth day, the leader of the camp came to tell me he had come up with a plan to let me go. He was going to risk his life for me. He asked if he could go ahead and tell my husband the plan and I said yes. By 6:30 p.m. that day, I was miraculously restored to my family and the church, with no smell of smoke. Before leaving, I prayed with them declaring that the seed of the Word of God I had sown would bear fruit.

God exalted Himself in my case, and I can’t thank Him enough for delivering me. He also kept my husband, children, and extended family members strong. The Word I declared, the faith I used and the church that prayed all belong to Him. I can’t thank Him enough for The Carpenter’s Church, especially my pastors who teach the undiluted Word. As for Pastor Nkechi, she is an amazing pastor and prophet whose antenna is constantly connected to heaven. She was always there throughout that period. My husband told me of the awesome encouragement and guidance he received. God brought us to a church where we are taught to break natural laws, experience the impossible and live the supernatural life, and we return all the praise to Him.