I was on my way to the office sometime in April 2015. On getting to Rumuola I crossed over to the other side of the road to get a taxi going to Stadium Road. A taxi with four passengers pulled up and I entered the front which had a passenger already. Immediately the driver drove off, the man that was sitting beside me told the driver that the seat was close to the dashboard and that he should adjust it. The driver told him to tell me to adjust it because I was the one that can adjust it since I was sitting close to the lever.

So I put my hand under the chair, but I neither saw nor felt any lever. However, by the time I raised my head I did not see my bag, which I kept between me and the other passenger. It just dawned on me that these were robbers and not just passengers. I started shouting inside the car and I held the man at the back because when I turned I saw my bag with him. I also held the steering too. The robber that was sitting beside me opened the door and pushed me out of the car but God helped me hold onto the steering, by then my legs were outside the car and the driver was on high speed. He was hitting my hand and trying to push me out from the car, while my legs were outside.

I held on to the steering, and finally managed to turn it and the car veered off the road and hit a fence, but before then the other four had jumped out leaving the driver and I because they have done all they could do still I held on to the steering. So people went after them but could get only the woman among them while I held the driver. As people were beating them a lady that has a shop along that road came and called me that they have recovered my bag and the laptop. She said that one of them ran to her and gave her the bag to hold for him and ran away. It was the mercy of God that thoroughly gave me such strength to overcome them.

During the Thursday service of the week of this incident while in the church, I had just 3,000 naira which was all I had at that time. The Holy Spirit continued impressing it upon my heart to pay my tithe and not to consider the conditions around me. After the offering had been collected and they were about to take it to accounts office, I told them to give me a little time and I walked to the front were my bag was and picked it and paid my tithe. I believe that my obedience to the prompting of the Holy Spirit to pay my tithe was directly linked to my deliverance and victory over the robbers. I give God all the praise for His directions in my life.

I wonder what would have happened if I was not in church that Thursday. I wonder what would have happened if I did not pay my tithe that Thursday. I wonder what would have happened if I never came in contact with the undiluted Word of God that is being dished out through our great Pastors.

Though the pains of letting go off Pastor Charles (my hero, my father in the Lord, my mentor) has refused to go off my mind, Pastor Nkechi (my all, my strength, hope, my mommy) has filled my life with so much joy through her great teaching of the Word of God. Mommy thank you, I’ll always love and cherish you.