I must mention that during that CIM job, not long after I got out of the hospital, I began to question in my mind, why Jews were so in-compassionate regarding Jesus’ killing. I asked on a web chat session and all the Jews could respond was to give proof that Jesus was not the messiah. I made it clear, that I was not interested in whether he was the messiah or not, my issue was, the man was killed, only because he claimed to be the son of God, and why is there no compassion at all from them regarding this? No one could answer. I then went to the ADL office which was down the street from where I worked, trying to get an answer, and the same thing. They would not even give me an audience. I remember my Aunt Gloria, who is a Jew, mentioned to me (when I posted these findings on facebook), that she too had had interest in knowing more about Jesus as a Jew, but no one would encourage her along those lines. Shortly after she said it, there was a very threatening reply from one Rabbi, and we did not discuss it anymore. I started posting a lot of things on facebook, and one in particular was an open letter to Jews saying how I saw their in-compassionate behavior and the obvious consequences of that. That night, my cousin Niyi tried to call me, but got my voice mail. He left a message, saying he wanted to talk to me about some things I posted on facebook. I got very angry and sent him an angry email in reply. After that he and all his brothers disconnected from my facebook. I was kind of happy when they did. Why on earth would he be trying to control what I write of facebook. I even began to post more and more on facebook.
After I quit my job, it was January 2012, the first thing I did was take a trip to Miami FL, to a tennis tournament (I am a big tennis fan. I love playing and watching). That first trip to Miami and the tennis experience was so enjoyable, later that year, I took a second trip, around July, when the Olympics were going on. Around February, I had run out of money, so I cashed in my 401k, which was about $19k. I think I got maybe 17k after taxes, and with the first trip to Miami, by June, I had run out of money again. Suddenly out of nowhere I got a Capital one credit card with a credit limit up to $7500. I couldn’t believe my luck, but I was so reckless, instead of saving for only essentials, I went again to Miami. The second trip was even better than the first, but by the last night in Miami, I had no money left for the taxi to take me back to the hotel, I ended up walking the whole distance to the hotel, maybe 25 miles. When I got off the flight at New Jersey Airport, I also did not have any money to pay for the airport parking. I tried my best to talk them into letting me pay later, but they bluntly refused. I had assumed, because they had let me go once when I was unable to pay the airport parking (in Philadelphia), that they would also let me go here too, but no way. I immediately decided to begin walking back to Bethlehem PA, from Newark NJ. It is about 70 miles, but I was prepared to do it, and so I started walking. I stopped at first at a bodega to buy some water to help with the walk, and the attendant looked at me with such anger in his eyes. I did not know him from Adam, so I just ignored him completely and was in fact angry with him for thinking what I was embarking on was impossible. I walked maybe 40 miles, and then a woman gave me a ride for maybe 15 miles. After she dropped me off, I bought some milk at a supermarket and walked another 5 miles or so, and then another gentleman picked me up not too far from the border to Bethlehem, and took me the remaining 10 miles or so. I was so happy once I got home. I knew I had forfeited my car, but did not care. A month or two later they had auctioned it off.
Because on my last trip to Miami, I drank a *lot* of alcohol, my pseudo cyst condition flared up in my pancreas again. I ended up in the hospital again and they did another procedure to drain it. All the while, I was in very good spirits, and happy mood. I remember watching some games of the USA women's football (soccer) team in olympics, they were very thrilling. I got released from the hospital and walked all the way home again, because I had no money. They had given me prescription for antibiotics which I was to keep taking, but didn’t because I couldn’t afford the medicine. I ended up in hospital again within a week, with a case of almost infection. They had to treat me again and this time they gave me all the antibiotics and other medication I would need.
Most of 2012, I spent making music in my room I had dedicated to music. Its when I released most of the songs I have now on my Soundcloud site (www.soundcloud.com/biodun-rotimi). I did at least 65 songs in 2012 and another 12 or so in 2013. I also made many profound prophecies on facebook, about satan and his capture.
In early 2013, I was completely out of money again. At some point, I started scouring the neighborhoods for fruit trees, to eat from. I think I found only one tree, with bad fruit on it (inedible). Thats when I realized in America (unlike Nigeria), people do not grow fruit trees. Only flowers and other kinds of fruitless trees. Out of the blue again, Capital One sent me a $50 gift card, which was very useful to buy some food that lasted, and then I did my tax return with H&R Block with some of that money. I got a tax return of about $240, which was enormous to me. I still planned on staying in the house for the rest of the year, but no real plans to make money again. I thought I might find some job not related to IT, just to keep going, staying in the same house. However, some NJ law firm sent me a notice about my due property taxes. They said If I did not pay it in a couple months or so, they would auction off my house. I quickly made arrangements to sell my house. I put few things I wanted to keep in storage (Public Storage facilities in Bethlehem). I moved into a nearby motel temporarily, and started looking for work again. Now I had no car, and no house, and only $44k in the bank, so I decided if I did not find work within the next 3 months, I would go back to Nigeria and find a way to survive with the remaining about $40k.
I had already bought the plane ticket to Nigeria, when I got a job in Florida, with Bank of America. I felt really lucky and took the job. I left most things remaining in storage and took a back pack to Florida by plane. I had already arranged an apartment there, and soon as I got there I went car hunting. I found a really good used 2002 Nissan Altima at the first dealership I went, and took it for $3500. It had an exaust leak and sounded bad, but I took it anyway. That car became a blessing and I ride it to this day. 2014 rolled in and the main thing that happened was that I got diagnosed with Diabetes. I figured it was due to the damage to my pancreas, which is where insulin is produced. I adjusted very quickly to the Diabetes diagnoses, soon it was almost like nothing happened. In April of 2014, I planned a trip during one of my vacations, back to PA to get the things I kept in storage. I flew to Bethlehem, rented a Uhaul pick up truck and put all the things in storage in the truck and drove down to Florida, stopping 2 times along the way. The second and last stop was at my brother Kole’s house in NC. I put all those things from storage in my apartment and was happy to be reunited with them. I hoped I would be in Jacksonville FL for a long enough time to make that trip worth it. In those days, I seemed to develop some issue with my left lung, where I had to keep clearing my throat in order to keep phlegm from going down into my lungs. It got really severe in 2014, and there were times when it was really terrifying, I felt like I was drowning on dry land. There are no words to convey the actual feeling of it. I told it to my friend in Nigeria Alani, and he said it was just “normal clearing of throat”. This made me furious, that he did not understand the gravity of the situation.
After I had brought my things from PA storage, one day I was watching some home videos I made from around 2007, and there was a part where I was laughing and joking and just having a lot of fun, and the camera went to enitans face, and there was just a deep look of hatred in his eyes. This was the first time I noticed it in that video.
Then came January of 2015, and I got laid off from my job at Bank of America. Around July 2015 is when I decided to try again to stop eating animals. This time I succeeded, and never looked back. In August of 2015, I studied to take the Linux Administrator Certificate, and passed with flying colors. I visited my younger brother Kole at the same time as that was the closest place offering the certificate. Not long after I got the certificate, I got an interview with Bank of America again, this time for Linux Sysadmin position (my last position was something called Grid and SOA). I much preferred to be in my original career path of System admin, and I did very well in the interview, and was offered the job almost immediately. Until then, they had been giving me a salary of $40/hour, which comes out to about $80k a year. This time, though they told me I would be earning just about $60 an hour, which is about 120k/year. I was very delighted. I had never made that much money before.
I started the job in September of 2015, and it was at first heaven compared to the previous job. I couldn’t believe I was getting paid so much money for a job I was enjoying. Things went perfectly for about a year, I was so happy with work and life. I remember laying in bed one night and thinking to myself “I wish God would use me for something”. I had no idea he already had been all along. All of a sudden around August of 2016, the job suddenly became unbearably difficult. I find it hard to explain what changed, but I was suddenly having such a hard time with the problems that were coming up I had to deal with. I lived with that pain for a couple months and then BOA had a rule for contractors, that you cannot contract continuously indefinitely. After 18 months there is a compulsory 3 month break, and so I got laid off again for that, with the idea I will likely come back in 3 months. I was sooo relieved to be laid off, simply because the job had become just so difficult. I wasn’t even looking back to coming back in 3 months. Even in the 3 months free, I did not do anything with music. Since 2013, I had suddenly lost my voice and could not sing anymore (again). I did try occasionally to sing along to popular music I loved, but it just was not the same. I had in the time between when I lost it first in Nigeria, and then, had a couple of dreams where I was singing to a particular song I loved so much, and my voice was sounding and acting like the first time when it was good (in Nigeria). I remember especially the song Mystery, by Anita Baker. Things like that kept the idea alive in my mind, that my full voice will eventually come back. Also at some point, I had a dream, where my younger brother Kole, introduced me to Babyface in a dream. Because at the time, I was having a lot of trouble composing songs, especially with chords, I asked him in the dream, “ do you use all the notes in a chord in a measure, when composing, or just some?” He replied that he just uses some of them. That is when I stopped using all the notes in a chord when writing a song, but only the essential ones. The time I was doing songs in 2012, I consider my voice only half-mast compared to the first time it came out in Nigeria. By this time I seemed to have got over the main hurdle of the issue with my left lung. I was not having many attacks like before and the ones that came where nowhere as intense as they used to be.
3 months passed and I resumed the job as Sysadmin at BOA. It seemed even more difficult than the previous time. I managed to hang on for some months. Some very interesting things spiritually, happened in those couple months. First of all, one night, while I was laying in bed, about to sleep, there came a “laughing” spirit within me, which was trying to break though mine. I say “laughing”, because, it felt like a very intense feeling of laughter, even though nothing had transpired that was funny in any way. Something told me I must keep it at bay, it, in fact was maybe the most frightening thing I have faced in my life, because, I felt, if I gave in to it, I would be lost forever. I also felt I would have lost my entire war with satan if I let that spirit break through mine, so the first thing I did was kneel down to pray for a while, and after praying, I paced up and down the entire apartment for a while. After maybe one or two hours fighting it standing up, I decided to give sleep a try. I noticed, when I lay on my stomach, I was much stronger against it than when I lay on my back, and so I just lay on my stomach for quite a while, and then I did not know when I drifted off to sleep. AMEN!!! After I woke up it was not as strong anymore, but it did follow me even to work the next day, I had to keep focused to keep it at bay all day. It was so strong that first night, I remember I had to look in the mirror a couple times, to make sure I was not smiling. After that first night, it was never quite as strong as that, and something told me I would be able to keep all the future attacks by that spirit at bay, though whenever it actually attacked, I was not so sure again. The stress from work kept getting worse and worse, some nights I would be lying in my bed, wishing a missile would strike my apartment and somehow take only me out. In those days, the song “what a friend we have in Jesus” was always on my mind. I started to pray a *lot*, that God would find a way out for me, either by giving me another job opportunity, or by making the current job go back to how sweet it was in the beginning. Nothing happened ever, and my prayers were left unanswered, so finally I took things into my own hands, and quit the job. That was on November 27 2017.
I really enjoyed staying at home and not working that Christmas time. On TV was a series of ghost stories I think called “A haunting”, that had me captivated until January, and then the rest of 2018, I just watched tennis on TV. That laughing spirit did attack a few times in the year, but I was always able to keep it at bay. Toward the end of 2018, I started looking for work again, as I did not want all my money to run out. Eventually, around November, my good friend from BOA - Ruben (from the first job I did, called Grid and SOA), called and said they had an opening in his group. Strangely enough, at the time, I really thought I would be happier in the Sysadmin job, and was hoping for an opening there, but there was none, only in the Grid/SOA area Ruben worked in, so I decided to take the job, assuming it meant I would stay in Jacksonville, FL. Later he told me that in fact I would need to relocate to Dallas TX. At first I declined, but then after thinking it over, I decided to go for it. The job was supposed to start Jan 22, so I made plans to be out of the Florida apartment by Jan 4th and to travel to Dallas by my car (The 2002 Nissan Altima), and again put the things that would not fit in my car in Public Storage, close to the FL apartment.
I really enjoyed my trip to Dallas, and did it in 2 days. It was Jan 2019. I started the new job (same company) on Jan 22, and again it was heaven. I kept praying it would not become hell again, and this time, rather than get worse, it just kept getting better and better. I was really in heaven, and was making a rate close to $65/hour, which was the highest I ever made. The job at first was really easy and then it kept getting better and better, I couldn’t believe my luck. Even the part of the job which I did not like as much, called SOA, got dropped for me, and I had only Grid to worry about, which was a piece of cake. Then came 2020, and Covid, which funny enough, made things even better, as I started working from home. They also switched me from contractor to direct hire, so I was an actual employee of BOA. I was never happier in my life. I was working from home, and my job started at 11am in the morning, meaning I could sleep as long as I wanted. I was saving money now, but not as much as I could have, because I started giving quite a *lot* to friends in need, and to charities. The biggest thing in 2020 ( and it is huge ), is that in November, I watched my last porn video. It turned out to be a big help in my war against satan. I have been porn free for 5 years and 2 months now, and no sign in sight of returning to it. I do use very sexy pictures that I captured mostly from facebook (like Just Bollywood posts), and that helps a lot. Once in a while a video, but the girl is never naked.
2021 went by like a breeze. I just enjoyed a very easy job working from home, then in 2022, Feb, the war in Ukraine started. I thought Putin was just bluffing at first, when he surrounded Ukraine with his army, but then he really attacked. Again I thought it would be a small thing and he would call it off soon, but here we are 4 years down the road, and there is no end in sight, even though he has conquered so little of Ukraine to make it worth all the lives lost and misery. Today of course I know it is just another way satan has chosen to make human sacrifices to himself, not only in lives, but in suffering. Not much else happened in 2022, but in December, I believe I got a visit from Jesus, as I was in my room on Christmas night, and suddenly I caught a fragrance, like I have never perceived before. Something in my mind told me it was Jesus, but he was not visible at all, just the fragrance which lasted maybe 30 mins. There was nothing artificial or synthetic about the fragrance, it was just purely natural.
Sometime around 2022 or 2023, I had a phone conversation with enitan, where we were discussing the bad things that happen when a war breaks out, and when I said something like “not to mention when people get maimed… “ he burst out laughing hysterically. I thought how far down satans lane he must be to find that funny.
Between 2019 and 2023, for some reason, many times I would wake up from sleep to urinate, and after urinating, there would be a wet patch on my sleeping shorts, kind-of like I had pissed on them, but I was very sure I didn’t. It suddenly stopped happening again after end of 2023. Also for some part of 2022 and 2023, I sometimes developed sleep apnea, but it went away after a while. I knew it was not real, but satan trying to make me have it, and that God would make it go away, which is what happened.
2023 rolled by and in June of that year, I decided my war with satan was pretty much a forgone conclusion (in my favor), so I decided to start a website to warn any people like me who had not been captured by satan. At the time I was thinking maybe it is 60% free, and 40% captured in the world, with most of the captured being in America. I launched the website (thefallensouls.com) in June and the site just started growing. Around September 2023, I decided it was time to bring my things in Public Storage in FL, down to Dallas. I made plans and took vacation from the 15th of October for a week, in order to do so. I was really surprised to learn of Hamas attack on Israel on Oct 7th, and knew immediately it would just be an excuse for Israel to go kill as many Palestinians as they could. At first judging by their past revenge history, I thought the return kill ratio would be something like 20:1, meaning they would kill 20 Palestinians for every Israeli that was killed ( estimated at 1200, so I thought maybe 20 thousand Palestinians would be killed in return. Today we are past twice that amount, and I’m sure it is very underestimated ).
I again flew to Florida to get a Uhaul truck and then drive all the way back to Dallas. I did it in 3 days. The trip was quite interesting, and in the motels along the way, I was monitoring the developments in Palestine. I got back to Dallas on the 18th and unpacked. Started work again the following Monday. By November Israel was in full swing with their revenge on Palestine, there began to be rallies all over the country, in support if Palestine. Around that time, I discovered TikTok, especially because of a dance they called the “Whip it” dance. I loved it so much and always was on TikTok because of that, and then they started showing videos and live streams of protests against Israel. I was fully addicted to TikTok because of that, then in December, a TikTok video came out with a website showing all the companies that had been involved somehow in the genocide. I kept praying BOA will not be among them, and given the image I had in my mind at the time of BOA, I was certain they would not be. It was a very “good” organization and even had a program to double whatever you gave to charities up to $5000. I ended up giving more than $5000 through their program each year, besides the ones I gave on my own. So I had a very good image of BOA in my mind, which is why it was quite shocking when I found their name on the list, under “Financial”. BOA along with 4 other financial institutions had given $500 million to Elbit systems, which is a major Israeli military weapons manufacturer. At first I could not believe it, and asked around a bit at BOA, and no one was able to deny it, so I knew it was true. It was maybe one of the most difficult decisions in my life, but I had to quit that job. Nothing in the world could make me complicit in this Genocide, not even the most heavenly comfortable job in the world. I informed them of my decision around Dec 21, and by January 8th, I was out of there.
I made plans immediately, not to try and get another job, but instead go into early retirement. This would mean going back to Nigeria, since the money I had saved would only last 2 years in America. In Nigeria, my savings would last at least 7 years, by which time, I would be eligible for a retirement pension in America, which would be more than enough to keep me going for the rest of my life (living in Nigeria). I bought my ticket, and tried to renew my Nigerian passport but it did not work. I was told that I could travel back to Nigeria on an expired passport anyway, so it did not matter. I remember one day in particular, one of my last days on the job, when it occurred to my colleague Ruben, who was my team lead, that I was really going and not to come back, at that moment, I saw God in my own eyes, looking at satan in his eyes, with a total look of disdain and domination. It made me feel bad for him, because I never want anyone to be dominated and insulted so. However, I totally understand today, that satan (not Ruben) is truly an extremely inferior being, who deserves to be insulted and dominated completely, anywhere he is found, wether he has power over you or not, just try your best.
My flight back was on March 27th, so between January and March, I was mostly attending rallies in support of Palestine. I even went to one in Washington D.C, after which, my left lung issue flared up again, this time worse than it was in the past when it was intense. I felt right on the verge of chocking to death while on the plane from D.C back to Dallas. It was attending those events in those days that I began to realize that even the “good” people who were protesting Israels genocide, were under satans control. At the beginning, I was so sure they were all free people like me, but starting one day, after some of us where arrested, we went to the police station waiting for them to be released and while waiting, I made friends with a number of people, mostly Muslim arabs. I took their number and WhatsApp info, and later when the people had been released and we went home, I sent my website info (thefallensouls.com) to all the friends I had made. Not one of them replied. You would think, if they were people who had never heard of this before, they would be full of surprise and great interest, but not one word. That is when I began to suspect they were all under satans control too. Many other things happened to support this conclusion between then and now, so I’m 100% sure of it now. As far as I know, no one else is free, but me, but I will still be very pleasantly surprised to find one such person. In the period between 2019 and Jan 2024, I had quite a few attacks from the “laughing” spirit, but they were increasingly less intense and easier for me to get over. I also had a few dreams of singing with my full beautiful voice again. In particular, Whitney Houstons “are you really ready for love boy (Just the lonely)” and Sade’s “Hang on, to your love”.
March 27th came, and I boarded my flight back to Nigeria, out of Atlanta airport. It was a very happy time for me, and in my head kept playing the song “steppin outta Babylon” by Marcia Griffiths.
Since I’ve been back in Nigeria, there have been no attacks at all, of the “laughing” spirit. In the first year, I had to deal with the left lung issue quite a bit. I was clearing my throat quite a bit in the first half of 2024, and sometimes seeming like I would choke on my food. I got through one period where I vomitted twice in April or May of 2024, and the lung issue seemed to clear a bit after that. Today, it is so faint, it is almost not noticeable at all (as of Jan 2026).
My website really grew by leaps and bounds after returning to Nigeria. I got a great revelation one day, when I went out looking for where to do my laundry, and the GPS took me down some really raggedy dirt roads, and eventually, a ditch appeared like from out of nowhere, in the middle of the road and my car ended up inside it. It was seemingly impossible for me to get out of that situation myself, but there was a guy nearby, who ended up helping me get out of it. I asked him his name and he said “Revelation”. A day or two after that, I got a revelation in the middle of the night, about satan having planted his seeds in everyones mind/spirit before they were born. I wrote this on my website. Another week later I then saw a TikTok video where they wrote some of the lyrics of the song “sounds of silence”, in particular the ones that said “hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping”. That totally supported the revelation I was given about satan planting his seeds in peoples mind/spirit before they were born. Therefore no one is really responsible for the bad actions they have taken, but will have the opportunity to remove those seeds from satan, in order to ascend to heaven here on earth. I updated my website with all this information, and it now became a site for people who were already captured by satan, rather than those who were free. Later on, I renamed it to therisingsouls.org, to reflect that.
There were several things that happened in 2024 and 2025, I have to mention, as satan got more and more desperate to get to me in my fathers house in Ife, Nigeria. First a snake problem started around September 2024, I killed the first one in the last room in the corridor ( there are three rooms along the corridor ). The next one appeared in the living room while I was eating in March of 2025. I killed it too, and then two days later another one came in the kitchen, which I also killed. Maybe a week after that, another one appeared in the window seal in the kitchen also, but this one escaped through a small hole in the net while I was trying to kill it. Thats a total of four snakes within a year. Luckily, I had a lot of experience with snakes in the house living in portharcourt, where we had so many snakes in the house growing up. Many we killed and some got away, so I was used to the fact that snakes will not seek you out to bite you if they are in your house. I came to the conclusion that satan was making these snakes appear in order to scare me away from the house, but it did not work. The snakes stopped appearing in the house after that one in the kitchen, except to say in January this year (2026), there was one that was trying to swallow a frog that it had bit, just outside the main door. I killed it too.
The other significant thing in theb last two years, I have a nephew, called Yomi, who I had met when I first came back to Nigeria. I did not talk to him much, but he came to visit me in Ife one time, along with his wife and one other lady. They seemed friendly, but I got a couple of red flags from Yomi. First he started insisting on calling enitan while I was there in front of him. I wanted nothing to do with enitan, not sure if he knew this, but he kept pushing, even when I walked away from him when he first indicated he wanted to call enitan, he then followed me and kept following me. Luckily, the call did not go through. When I noticed this, I thought there may be a special link between him and enitan. I had already vowed to myself, from the time I left America, I wanted nothing to do with enitan, so I did not like Yomi anymore because of this. A separate time after that, maybe a month or two after, Yomi came again, this time alone. I was angry that he was in my compound, so I told him to leave. He refused. After I told him to leave again, and he refused again, I proceeded to remove him physically. I first kicked him on his leg, and then began trying to throw some punches so he realizes I mean business. He then decided it was not worth fighting then, so he said “ok let me leave, let me leave…”. I let him leave, and thought that was the end of it. Another month or two later, in October of 2024, one day, a strange man came to my house, along with 4 other people. He said he was a doctor from OAU, and he had heard reports that someone is using cannabis in our area, so he is going around taking blood tests from people. How bizarre, I started laughing, but then noticed he was serious. Ok, I have nothing to hide, so I said, let him take my blood for testing. He inserted the syringe in the back my left hand, and then I noticed there was a yellowish liquid in the syringe. He started to pump the liquid in the syringe into my hand, and so I immediately grabbed the syringe and pulled it out. I had to physically fight the 5 of them out of my living room, and they left. I thought that was the end of it also. About a week later, the same man now came with seven other thugs, and he pointed at me and said to the thugs - thats him, get him! They began to surround me, and I did my best to fight them off, but they subdued me, tied both my hands and legs, and then injected me with something to make me pass out. They bundled me into a car and drove 3 hours to Aro Neuropsychiatric Hospital, in Abeokuta, Ogun state. When I got there, I had no idea where I was and who these men were, so I tried to escape from them again. They caught up to me and dragged me to a gurney, where they restrained me, unable to move one inch for about three hours. After they released me I knew I was in a psychiatric hospital, and to try to escape was futile, so I got admitted into the area they called “assessment”. I was there for a week, awaiting a bed to become open in one of the wards. In the mean time I learned it was Yomi who had arranged the whole thing, for me to be brought to Aro by force. Even though I knew it was satan behind the whole thing, I could not help but be angry at Yomi. They had arranged for a woman called Itunu to be with me in Assessment, and for my whole stay in Aro, she would take care of getting anything I needed, like water, snacks etc. She seemed like a nice woman, so I did not judge her based on association with Yomi. We got along really well. At the end of the week, they found a bed space in Male Ward 2, which is where I went. I ended up staying in Aro that period for 11 weeks. It was hellish, but I’ve seen worse hell. I was so glad when I was finally released on Christmas eve - December 24th. I took it as a sign that Jesus had intervened to free me. I thought it would be the last time, but it turned out not to be the case. To tell the next story, I have to go back in time to 2008, when my brother Kole came back to Nigeria. He ended up staying five years, and went back to USA in 2013. While in Nigeria, he started a car repair (mechanic) business, in the back of the compound (off premises). In the business, he employed a guy called Tunji, as a mechanic. When Kole went back to America, he left the business in Tunji’s care. While in America, he did not like some things Tunji was doing in the business, so he decided to close down his business, and allow Tunji to open up his own. He also was so generous and loving that he allowed Tunji to stay in the guest quarters of the house, without having to pay rent. And so until I came myself to Nigeria, Tunji was in the guest quarters of the house, taking care of the compound main house too, as well as running his own mechanic shop. Tunji and I got along well for 2024, and first half of 2025, but it seemed I was always helping him with money, but whenever I asked him to help me do something, he would never get around to it. It came to a head one day, when I asked him to make a ramp for the chickens he just bought, so they can go from the field, into the sheltered cages, if it began to rain. The first thing he said was “I will talk to the carpenter on Monday”. I think it was Saturday. I was wondering, why such a simple thing, he was not able to just look around for some planks and put them as ramps into the cages, instead he’s talking of getting the carpenter, which will now cost extra money. I got angry and looked around the neighborhood, and quickly found two planks which made excellent ramps. I put them on the cage the way it should be, and then I texted him saying he was acting like a “goat”. He got annoyed that I called him a goat and started screaming at me. It sounded like he was going to fight me physically, so I told him he has to leave the compound. After exchanging some words, he decided to leave, but then not too long after, he came back in a car, and parked in front of the guest house. He started talking loudly, so I knew he was there. I went outside and confronted him. After he refused to leave the second time I asked him, he just smiled at me indignantly, I slapped him very hard. He used his two hands to my neck and pushed me violently to the ground. My glasses flew off my face. I got up and slapped him again, and we began to tussle. I kept trying to slap him again and again, and he kept trying to avoid the slap. His wife came out of the guest quarters and separated us. He then agreed to leave, but did not really do so. I had to physically push him out of the compound. Tunji is much bigger and stronger than me physically.
I now insisted that he have to leave the compound. His wife said if he leaves then she will leave too, along with their 3 year old daughter and newlyborn son. I told them to go ahead and all leave. We were texting back and forth angrily on WhatsApp, and then I made a supplication to God or any powers that be, to please bind satan on my compound, so I don’t have to throw them all out. My belief is that it was only satan using Tunji, to try to get to me, and make my life hell. If satan can be stopped from using Tunji, we could all live happily on the same compound. After I did that, they calmed down significantly and started communicating like humans, and so eventually I told them they could stay, as I believed my supplication had been answered and satan was bound on the compound. It lasted about a month. In October again, while some strangers were visiting, I went with them to the medical students hostel at OAU teaching hospital. On our way there, satan again created havoc, whereby they impounded my car. I was at home waiting for the resolution to my car issue with OAU security, when Tunji came to the front of the house, and was speaking through the open front door. He said he had information about my car. I told him to go ahead and tell me, but he began to talk about something else unrelated. I told him to please get to the point. He refused but kept beating about the bush, so I went to the front door, to close him out of my view. As I was closing the door, he came from the outside with much force and pushed it open, leaving me tumbling backwards. I regained my balance and went for a big stick I had kept in the house in case something like this happens. He was still coming towards me so I swung the big stick across his legs. It hit squarely, but seemed to have no impact. Not even a scratch, so I swung again, this time at his abdomen area. Same thing. It hit squarely, but seemed to have no impact. Finally, I struck him squarely on the head. Again, not a scratch, and he just kept coming. I realized satan had given him “iron dome” protection against my big stick. He started punching me, and I went low to the ground. I saw his legs and tried to grab them, and he too came low to the ground. From there, we disengaged, and I saw my phone near the TV area, I ran for it and grabbed it and he came after me. He chased me down the corridor and into the last room there, and subdued me. He took the phone from me and went outside. As I was leaving the room going after him, I saw a strong knife right there on the floor. I knew God has given me a weapon to use against him, so I picked it up and went on the veranda. He saw the knife in my hand and quickly decided to leave the compound. I began sweeping up the mess we had made in the fight, and realized, with the knife in my hand, he cannot challenge me, so I decided to go and confront him and call the police where he is. I found him at his shop. I saw the other two people that work for him and I told them to please call the police, that Tunji has just assaulted me in my living room. One of them pretended to call the police, but didn’t ( I found out later ). While waiting for the police, I told the other one to please start videoing on his phone (my phone was still with Tunji). He also pretended to video, but did not. After a while, I noticed his phone was not even pointed in the area me and Tunji were, so I went up to him and looked at his phone. He did not even have the video app opened. I realized satan was controlling all of them, so I decided to retreat and go home and call the police myself. As I was retreating, I had the other guys phone in my hand and I was recording everything. Tunji now came at me, haven found a cutlass (machete) around. He subdued me again and took the other guys phone too. I retreated anyway, and long story short, I got the police to come and arrest him. After arresting him, we got to the police station, and each gave accounts and statements to the police. The police then told me we would go together to get my car back from OAU security. Instead of taking me to get my car, they drove around for a bit then ended up in the psychiatric hospital of OAU teaching hospital. A doctor came out and long story short, they injected me again to make me pass out and took me again to Aro in Abeokuta. This time, I was there for six weeks. When they released me, Tunji was made to leave my compound, and instead, Itunu now stays in the guest quarters, taking care of basic needs, but mostly, she is there at the request of Aro, to make sure I take my medication as prescribed. This second forced hospitalization again they used Yomi again, to make complaints to Aro, that I had stopped taking my medication and relapsed to seeing things that are not there. Such lies just like the first time, but again, I know it is satan behind it all. I am still friends with Yomi and Tunji, but I cannot let Tunji stay on the compound because satan will just use him in an even worse way than last time.
Lately, I have been working on my music, which I hoped to have released since December of 2024, but somehow satan has managed to delay things till now. At least four songs are now ready for vocals, but this time when they released me from Aro, they gave me a particular injection, which I believe to be affecting my singing voice. They force me to take the injection every month, and the effect lasts the whole month. I looked it up online, and that particular injection does affect the singing voice. I am in the process of fighting them to stop taking that injection. Wish me luck.
The latest thing I have to get over, is that recently, my whole body started itching me. At some points, it seemed the more I scratched, the more it itched. I have made a conscious effort now to stop scratching, no matter how much it itches. It's been going about a week now, let's see how much longer it continues. Right now the itchiness seems to be focused mainly in my thighs. UPDATE: Not quite a week later and all the itching is gone. Hallelujah. I'm just waiting for my singing voice to come back now, so I can start releasing the songs I have prepared.
ABOUT SINGING
concerning my voice I know today, that any human being should be able to find their true singing voice
by doing the same thing I did - sing a lot to songs you really love. Know when to rest your voice. The only thing that can prevent it from happening is if satan blocks your true singing voice, then theres nothing you can do but wait till it's unblocked from spiritual realms. In my case, that took 36 years, and got unblocked for maybe 4 months, and now he has blocked it again, but I believe it will be released again once I can stop taking that injection. Something similar happened last year, with Risperdal again they put me on. My singing voice became terrible until they switched me back to quitiapine.
One advice about developing your voice I would say is, always use your full voice, even the parts that sound bad. Those bad parts should clear out naturally, but if you only favour the good sounding part, your voice will not be complete when it's developed. Those parts that would have been added if you kept using the full voice will not be there. Don’t favour only the good sounding part(s). Also, never try to force a vibrato or waver. If it doesn’t come naturally, leave it. Tone of voice is far more important than vibrato. When your voice is right there is a definite feeling of indestructibility about it
We use cookies to analyze website traffic and optimize your website experience. By accepting our use of cookies, your data will be aggregated with all other user data.