My 37 Year War Part 2c

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. Speaking of Enitan, from around 2018 till maybe mid 2023, I had so many dreams about him, where we were fighting all the time. He was trying his best to dominate me, and in the dreams, he would have super powers, like a super human being, that I could not come close to defeating. In the beginning, he would always have the upper hand in the dream, but then I would wake up before it was conclusive. Toward the end, things switched and I began having the upper hand, but it took a very long time before that started happening. Also in the dreams, he kept trying to give me a much bigger dick, and make sure I knew it was coming from him. I rejected it every single time, with much indignation. I remember one time he gave it to me like a dildo, and I flung it back at him with anger. He started laughing again hysterically when I did that. At this point, big dick was the last thing on my wish list, especially knowing it is coming from satan.

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, 2024, 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.

In July of 2024, I made supplication to God, and posted it on facebook. Here is the (follow up) post:

July 14 2024

I believe my prayer from yesterday will be heard and granted. Here then is the list of things I believe the world needs now. God knows best and will decide in what order, but my main prayer now is that they all be granted, as well as any I could not think of.

Quenching the fires of hell

1. Financial issue (those in need)

2. Stop all sickness and death

3. No more prostitution or sex slaves

4. No more evil, and begin transitioning from killing animals for food

5. Spread the word on my website http://thefallensouls.com/.  Now therisingsouls.org

6. We want all on earth to be free from being forced by satan to do against their will (reinstate full freewill of the individual)

7. Any living creature or human that was transformed by satan into something undesirable, to be returned to their true form as God intended.

All in your time we know that they are your will too.

I saved about $50,000 dollars in America at the time I left. I also had about $50,000 in my retirement account (401k). Totalling about $100,000. Converting to Nigeria cost of living, and dollar exchange rate (to Naira), I had enough money to last 20 years. My retirement pension in America would kick in in about 7 years (2030), so I was guaranteed better than average living for the rest of my life. Some things shortened my funds at first. I had to spend total of about $10,000, to get my car up to shape and shipped to Nigeria and clear customs. I also spent another maybe $10,000 renovating my fathers house where I was staying, and then $2500 for an inverter solution, so I have permanent electricity. That left me with $75000, still more than enough to go 10 years, where I would be safe on pension. Then reality set in. So many of my friends and even strangers were so broke, well below the poverty line. I had to help as much as I could. The need was so much, I gave away over 40 million Naira, ( Maybe $30,000 at the exchange rate of those times ). I was now left with about $45,000. I found a way to cash in my 401k, and began living on that remaining $45k from it. By 5 or 6 months, I had given most of that away, and was also living very lavishly ( not overly, but buying a lot of things I really did not need ). Right at the end of my Aro hospital stay, I discovered while in there, that I had no money left. When I arrived home, I started wondering what I would do for money. Some ideas for work here in Nigeria came to mind, like starting a car parts business, but it really seemed nothing would pan out, so I started to consider going back to work in USA, in order to make enough money and come back again to Nigeria. Since my main field is Information Technology, I began to read up on Azure technology, which I knew enough theory on, and was a solution we were just about to implement at BOA, before I quit. I certainly could not go back to BOA, but my hope was to find a job with another company, doing Azure. I updated my resume and started searching Job sites for openings in companies. I felt really rotten having to go back to America to this grind I really did not like. I passed the whole situation by my brother Kole, and he recommended I don’t come back to America, especially Trump was now in office. I heard his voice very loud on that matter, and decided I would never go back for now. Also, the Azure lecture I was trying to learn on Youtube was just too complex and difficult, I was very relieved not to have to do that again, even if I starve and die. One or two months later, it was tax season in America, so I decided to do my taxes, since I had income for January of 2024, and then my 401k that I cashed in. I was very shocked, when I got a $6000 refund. This was the fourth minor miracle in my journey. That money would be enough to last at least one and a half years. I finished it within 8 months, again spending freely. Kole had already told me previously, that if I ran out, they would begin providing me $500 a month until my retirement pension starts in 2030. That relieved me quite a lot, and so I first was transfering $400 a month from my last credit card in America. Kole told me not to use up my credit card, so he started sending me $300 a month, which comes to about 400k naira a month in Nigeria. By Nigerian standards, that is VERY rich. That is how I have been surviving till now. To pay off my credit card minimum ballance every month, my very good friend Dokubo, sends $100 to my American bank account each month.  Dokubo is a friend I had known since secondary school ( FGCPH ). He was strong into the christian union thing then, one of the most well known people for that. Always preaching etc. I had come in contact with him again, around 2010, when he needed $500 for his rent. I was very happy to give it to him. Funny enough, when I now had my financial calamity in 2013, after I sole my house, but had not received the money yet. I had nothing at all, and did not even remember Dokubo at the time, but out of the blue, he reached out to me and said he would like to pay me back the $500, since he was now good financially. I was elated, even told him he doesn’t have to pay it back, I never gave him wih intention of getting it back, but I also told him the bind I was in. He was so happy to be of assistance. Five years later ( I had lost touch with him completely ) he lost his job as a professor at Spelman College. Some bad politics. Today, I know it was satan punishing him, maybe for some good deed. He continued to try to find work again, but nothing panned out. I was totally oblivious to this, but he contacted me again out of the blue in 2020, while I was at BOA in Dallas. He first said he just needed $5000. I helped him gladly, but was thinking, I hope he doesn’t come back for more, because I don’t think I can give away too much more freely. He did contact me later, needing more. Can’t remember if it was a year later or so. I kept praying he would get a job, so I don’t have to keep supporting him ( I knew I was not the only one though, but still he needed much from me ). Time kept going on, and none of his job prospects worked out. It was always some story - he would have a very promising interview performance, sounded like a guarantee they would offer him the job. Nothing. The years kept rolling by. I even had a dream one night, that I was trying to prop somebody up ( anonymous in the dream ), but no matter what I did, the person kept falling down again, totally unable to stand by himself. I knew the message was that all my efforts to support Dokubo were totally waste of my money. I was angry by that insinuation, and determined to continue trying to help him, even more, as long as I could. By 2023, I was now a little tight with money. By this time, it was almost $60k I had assisted him with. The money did not bother me at all, because money really means nothing to me, but the fact that it seems he could just never get a job again. He had been trying for 8 years at that point. I started to advise him to consider going back to Nigeria, where I can support him very easily with very little. He was reluctant. He diceded to stay and keep looking in America, when I left for Nigeria. The real reason I had to include this story, is that the fifth micacle along the way happened after I came to Nigeria, in December 2025, when I was totally broke again, I contacted Dokubo for something unrelated, and in the conversation, he revealed he had finally landed a job. AMAZING!!! Dokubo’s journey in financial woes, and mine seem intertwined in our destiny. Every time he was out, I had. Every time I was out, he had. AMEN!!!

One day in 2024, Tunji ( The guy who was taking care of my fathers compound while we were in America ), came to me and asked if he could get a dog. I said he was free, but my only concern was that it requires effort to take care of a dog, and I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. I myself had thought some day, I would like to get a dog, but at this point while the war is still in full heat, I was not ready for that.  He convinced me he was ready. One morning, I woke up to the sound of Tunji’s voice outside saying “sit…. sit…. Sky, sit…. Sky…. Sky… sit”. I looked out the window and he was in the car port area of the guest house, talking to a very pretty looking dog. The color was very light beige or somewhere between very light brown and white. I figured he had given him/her the name Sky. I thought what a lovely name. ( Turned out to be a “her” ). Sky was a very playful dog, to the point it was really overbearing. Immediately she saw you she would run to you and start jumping, jumping at you, non stop, it was physically painful for a human. As such, whenever we were going in the yard, we would try to avoid her. Tunji’s wife even adopted the method of taking a sweeper brush with a long handle, so she could fend her off. At first, Tunji always kept Sky chained to the car port gate. The chain was very short. I asked him if he could find a longer rope or chain, and he did, but still she was tied to the gate 24/7. This bothered me a *lot*. I passed it by him and he made some kind of excuse why he could not let her loose in the compound. I let it slide at first, but started turning up the heat on that request. Eventually we agreed she could be free from evening time, when we lock the compound gates. I was still not happy, why she had to be chained during the day. We had two dogs growing up, and never were they chained, or even on a leash. I continued to turn up the heat, until she was totally free both night and day. I was much happier. Not long after, another dog suddenly appeared in the compound. I didn’t like the surprise, but got used to the idea of two dogs. This one was a male, but much shorter/smaller than Sky. After a while, one night, after I had made it clear I did not want Sky tied or chained, I heard Sky whimping, and went out to see what the issue was. She was chained again. I blew up. VERY Furious. I went with deep anger to the guest house door ( it was maybe 11 pm I think ), and banged on it as hard as I could, shouting “Why is Sky chained again? Why is Sky chained?”. They came out, looking like I was acting abnormally. I screamed at Tunji, “We said Sky is not to be chained anymore. Why has satan made you chain her again?”. He now said, oh because she keeps fighting Bella ( the new dog ). If they release her, she could kill Bella. I became even more angry, because it was an obvious condition satan had created. “IS THAT NOT SATAN?…. SKY WANT TO KILL BELLA, IS THAT NOT SATAN? AND YOU”RE AGREEING, WITH HIM, SO NOW SKY HAS TO SUFFER AGAIN. RELEASE HER!! RELEASE HER IMMEDIATELY”. He reluctantly released her. Just as he did, Bella came around and Sky started growling agressively toward him. I shouted “IS THIS NOT SATAN? IS THIS NOT SATAN?…. IF HE CAN MAKE SKY KILL BELLA, I WANT TO SEE IT! LEAVE THEM ALONE. LET SKY KILL BELLA!” They were looking at me like I’m crazy. Sky growled a bit at Bella, then after a minute or so, they both went their ways. Sky was never chained again after that, and I know 100% satan was FUMING! To the point he killed Sky. In the last couple weeks of her life, Sky would go to Tunjis shop and just lie there. I thought it was odd or something different from her, but just happy she’s free. Not quite 2 weeks after she started doing that, one morning, Tunji just informed me that Sky is dead. I knew immediately satan has killed her. Maybe trying to convince me not to try to free anyone or anything he wants chained. It only made me far more furious at him, and more determined to try my best to free anyone I could from him. Sky gave her life as a sacrifice in this war against evil, like many other animals before her. ( In all honesty, animals have sacrificed a whole lot more than humans have in this war). I know 100% she will be raised up higher in her existence and gifts wherever she is. Maybe even back with us on paradise earth, I hope even as a human for her role in vanquishing satan from the earth.

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.

In this last year, satan has revived one of the things he used to do, which is make my sleeping shorts wet in the front, after I'm done urinating in the middle of the night.  It did not happen at all for 2 or 3 years, then suddenly this last year, maybe 4 or 5 times it has happened.  I don't mind it at all, since I usually have another clean pair of sleeping shorts, or its not so bad and I continue sleeping with the one he just wet.

I think it was around 2022, when I had a dream or vision of sorts. Quincy Jones was communicating somehow to me ( I think it was a dream ). He played this portion of Chaka Khans Ain’t Nobody - “I’ve been waiting for you, its been so long”. That was the only thing I remembered when I woke up. At the time, I had no real idea what role I would play in the future, but I had a very good vibe after that revelation. Today ( 2026 ), I know he must have been waiting for someone who would come along and satan would not be able to drag him/her into his prison. I had a feeling he had listened to some of my songs on soundcloud, in particular “Rainbows never end”. My suspicion now about his death in November 2024, is that satan did not want him to see the glorious end to all this. No worries whatsoever. He has front row seats in spiritual heaven, and will certainly join us again on earth with much higher and better gifts than this past life, in a world where satan is completely vanquished.

Enitans voice first started sounding in mine only only as grunts in 2025. They were subsided, after I removed much of that stubborn phlegm. I sent him emails with the information that his voice was now beginning to sound in mine. The grunts seemed to go away for a while. in mid April 2026, Enitans voice started to sound in my speaking voice first, Wed April 29, my singing voice sounded perfect, matching Mary McKee, but then his voice began to sound in my singing voice around May 4. At first only in the lower range, and could not enter the higher ranges, but then he affected even the higher range too. On May 8th at night, his voice got so strong at one point when singing that I thought he was right there with me singing, but it was me doing the singing. Right after it subsided and I finished the singing, there was a laughing spirit attack. When the laughing spirit attack was over ( about 1.5 hours ), there seemed to be a slight loosening of satans grip on my left leg. The next day ( May 10, sat ), my singing voice was better, but still hearing his voice in mine

I sang a lot one day, and due to feeling of weakness in my left side of my throat/jaw, I decided to take a break from singing for a while. I rested for a week, and when I resumed, Enitans voice was less in mine, but still there were remnants of his mixed with mine. At the same time, I was feeling a loosening of the cemented grip satan had on my left ankle/leg. It continued to loosen slowly over the next couple weeks, and I could feel as it loosened, Enitans voice became lass and less in mine. The cemented grip on the left side of my throat/jaw was also loosening. For the next month or so, it seemed to be a tug of war going on between me/God and satan, who’s voice will sound more in mine, Enitans or mine. I knew already what they were trying to do was really impossible. My voice that God has given me from birth, they were trying to replace with Enitans voice. Impossible, but they were making a good job of it anyway. It was just a matter of time before his voice will be totally removed from mine as it was a couple years ago, and for almost all my life. May 29 - Failure. It sounded like Enitan a lot. Hope it will clear out soon. May 30 - Success again. Much of the Enitan sound has cleared. I also noticed my voice matches womens songs much more now ( just the way I like it ), than men. Yesterday I was singing with mens songs more, that is why I believe my voice did not match so much and I called it a failure. June 1 - Enitans voice still sounding in mine, but mine is far more dominant. Enough so that it still blends well with most singers, both male and female, like it used to. Things are looking very good. Today was exceptional, because I got over quite a few hurdles satan put in my way, with much ease. I can tell the war is coming to its conclusion soon, and possibly this situation with Enitans voice sounding in mine will be one of the very last things he will be able to do before conclusion of this war. BTW, I know full well it is satan, and not Enitan, so I have no real animosity toward him (Enitan), except to say that he is still the most satanic in our family. Until he is able to ascend to a reasonable place where he has removed much of the satanic elements in him, I will have to minimize interaction with him. I’m sure things between us will continue to improve naturally with time. satan tried very hard tonight to make me bite my tongue while sleeping. It was a totall failure. I feel the strength of my “light sheild” is now great enough he can hardly penetrate it. He then suggested to me it was Enitan, as he has kept trying to convince me Enitan is in my mind, and trying to take over me. I am now 100% sure it is him (satan), and not Enitan. He can no longer use Enitan physically against me, so now he uses him only in my mind and once in a blue moon, in dreams.

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