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 the 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 of 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 newly born 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. Note that if satan blocks your singing voice, if you try to force it, you will only make it worse.
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
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