My 37 Year War Part 2c

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.

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.

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 sugessted 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 ( from around 2020 till late 2023, he used Enitans image in my dreams so much, presenting Enitan as a super human being that I did not know his powers, and he was always fighting me and trying to dominate me. Other times he [Enitan] would be offering me a big dick, with the knowledge that it was him giving it to me, and as such I should revere him. I rejected it with anger every time - even in dreams where sometimes you don’t seem to have controll of your character like in real life )

One day (Mon June 8 2026) I was driving around the corner to buy some groceries. I saw a little girl, maybe 13 years old, sitting on the side of the road, and no one (parent/guardian) with her. She had no shoes or slippers on her feet, and was wrapped with just a simple whiteish cloth. After I bought the groceries, I drove home, and then walked over to the place where she was sitting. I tried to talk to her, and thought she just needs some money, so I went to the grocery store again and got 30k Naira cash to give her. As I reached her again, it became obvious to me that money alone would not help her, so I asked her to come with me to the house, where I can take care of her. We got to the house and Tunji and Itunu suddenly appeared and started trying to talk to her also. She said her name was Deborah, and she claimed to be 15 years old. She was unable to comunicate who her mother was, ( or father ). We noticed all kinds of wounds mostly on her lower legs. We determined they could heal on their own. She seemed mentally challenged a bit, as she was not communicating at the level of a 15 year old, but maybe 5 or 6 years old. Her movements were not very normal, as she would sway a bit in her upper body from time to time. Even when I gave her some scrambled egg to eat, I thought she could eat it by herself, but after 3 or four spoons, she lost control of the bowl and poured the rest of the egg on the floor. After Tunji and Itunu left, I tried to get her to put on some of my clothes I thought would fit her. She was unable to, so I did not force the issue. She spent the night in my room, while I slept on the couch in the living room. On Tuesday (the very next day), my brother Kole (in America) texted me saying he had been getting calls about me taking in a girl with mental issues, and that there could be legal issues, and it could be considered kidnapping. I knew right away it wasn’t him, but satan, trying to make me put the girl back on the road helpless or something. Later I asked Tunji if he told Kole about the girl, and he said emphatically “No”. I knew 100% it could not be Itunu, so I didn’t bother to ask her. A big hole in satans approach - he made Kole say “I have been getting calls”, meaning more than one person called him. Only Tunji and Itunu knew, and neither called him, so I confronted him on that point, and he was never able to answer who called him. satan exposed. She stayed with me Tuesday and Wednesday, mostly just eating and sleeping. The very first night when she slept on my bed, sometime after she fell asleep, she vomitted some of the food I had given her. She rolled off the bed a couple times and I tried to put her back, but after the second or third time, I just left her on the floor. At one point, she started to shake a bit, and it looked very familair to me. In the course of my war with satan, I had experienced maybe 6 or 7 times at night, where my body just began to shake vigorously. There was no pain involved, and I knew 100% it was a spiritual thing going on with my body. So these are two signs I have come to know will show when bad spiritual elements are leaving your body. Vomitting and vigorous shaking. I concluded that is what was going on, and the shaking soon stopped just like it did with me those times it happened. She was perfectly fine Tuesday and Wednesday, so I believed my conclusion was right, and she had fought off some of the bad spirits that was causing her to be her complete self. On Thursday morning, she remained sleeping even till 11am. I just thought she needed a lot of rest, so I did not bother her. Around 2:30 pm, I heard a noise in the room, so I went to check on her, and found her shaking again, but this time in a more serious looking way. I tried to communicate with her, but she was not responsive to me. I realized its something serious and I have to take her to hospital ( to be honest, I really thought satan was now trying to kill her in my house, thinking I may not be discerning enough to know its time to take her to hospital ).  I rushed her to hospital in my car. On the way, I could hear her struggling to breathe. I even thought she had died at one point as all the sounds from her stopped, but then it started again, so I knew she was still alive. At the hospital, they ran tests, and found nothing. The shaking stopped, and no breathing problems again. I thought this supports my hypothesis that its just spiritual, and not a physical/medical condition. The hospital has a wicked policy, that whoever brought the patient in, has to stay there in the hospital, 24/7, sitting only in a plastic chair. I already knew there’s no way I can do 24 hrs, so I asked Itunu to help me cover 6 hours in the day ( from 12 noon till 6pm ), and then I would do the remaining 18 hours. After doing that for 6 days straight, my body could not handle it anymore. My mind was in a dark place and I now told them I cannot do it anymore, and since the tests did not find anything and those symptoms are gone, I should be able to take her home and care for her there. The other issue I had is that I was now out of money, and in Nigeria, they dont treat without payment. Given these two conditions, they would be forced to let me take her home and care for her, but God intervened. Eventually after a little back and forth, they agreed, I don’t have to stay in the hospital 24/7, but can come at 10am, and leave at 4pm - only 6 hours. Also, the hospital social workers stepped in to start taking some of the financial responsibility for her care. They assured me she would be treated even if we cannot pay upfront. I was very much delighted with this. I know 100% it was God doing his part. So satan has to try his best in this situation, and one morning when I went to visit her, there was a gynacologist, who started asking me questions. They had contacted him to assess if there were signs of rape by me. They even took samples from her privates, to check for sperm. I just completely ignored that whole deal, as I knew it was impossible to convict me in any way. But while they had called a gynacologist for that, they never called any doctor to assess and treat her wounds, which were now looking more serious. I knocked them over the head with that obvious satanic move. June 23, I was surprised when I got to the hospital, Debora was sitting in a chair, rather than sleeping as usual. As soon as she saw me, she ran to me and hugged me. The progress from the day before was remarkable. She asked me to bring her a notebook and a pen, which I did the next day. She started by writing numbers from 1 to 100, then letters from A to Z, and then did a lot of multiplication. I was sooo happy to see this. June 24, the social workers surprised me at the hospital. They had found Deborah’s dad and grandma. After a long discussion, we agreed I would go with Deborah’s dad to the welfare office in Ife, and he would officially hand over her care to me. With the documents stating that, she is ready to be released from hospital. I have prepared her room, with a bed, fan, chair and table. On the singing side, Enitans voice is hardly showing in my voice anymore. June 26, Enitans voice is completely gone from me now. Satan has controlled the welfare woman to deny us the ability to transfer care of Debora from her father to me. The first reason they gave is that I am a male, and she is a female minor, meaning there could be danger of sexual molestation on my part. I countered with the fact that the same goes for boys and in todays world, is an even bigger issue, grown men sexually molesting young boys, so that rule is nonsensical. Also, could her own father not possibly be sexually molesting her? Is he not an adult male like myself that they are giving custody to? The other thing they now brought up is that I am single, and not married. I asked them how many thousands of children are being raised by single parents in Ife alone, talkless of Nigeria. Another nonesensical rule. Obviously, is is satans last gasps at trying to prevent her from entering what would be a heaven to her. I already know these attempts are feeble, and will give way in the end. She will be with me soon, and satan has lost her completely forever. Amen.

I think satan tried to kill me last night (July 3). Two times, I woke up at first dazed, and not all in my senses, but a feeling like I was dying and my heart started beating fast. There was zero concern in me as I already know 100% he can do nothing to me. I just went back to sleep, but remembered his attempts in the morning to write them down. 1:30 am Saturday July 4, woke up to a certain loosening of satan’s grip on the twist on my left leg. It was so significant, it actually seemed like he left my body, and now the twist was completely undone, but in the morning, it was still there a bit, with the contention in a very small area, to the front of the foot, near the big toe. For maybe the fisrst time, the way my leg/hip/foot will untwist, seems like a logical way/possibility that it can/will happen. It is clearly a matter of one month or less, before I am 100% physically, with no twist at all. Back to the way I was before all this nonsense started.

July 11,

The war with satan is now at the easiest and sweetest point so far. I know it will get even sweeter, but still this is the sweetest so far. I am reminded of a chess game I played once with the computer. Over the years, I would occasionally get the feeling for chess, though it's not my favourite game at all. Especially recently, I seem to like chess less and less as much more fun games are there, which I much prefer. Anyhow I was never able to come close to beating the computer at chess. One time, I got lucky and pulled out a draw, but all other times, it would clobber me within 9 moves or so. This one paticular day however, the paticular game I played totally confused the computer, and to my bewilderment, I was winning easily. When he had only a few pieces left, he started to make the most ridiculously stupid moves. I couldn’t believe it was the same computer that gave me such a hard time in the past. Needless to say, that never happened again after that. Today, I’m sure it was God showing me something I would recognize in the future, which is now how easy it is to clobber satan at every move he tries to make.

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.

When training the singing voice, you get much power from singing itself, but I believe you get even more power from resting your voice. I know very well how painful it is for a singer to go even one day without singing, but you have to sometimes, even a week or more depending on what your inner voice tells you.

In the beginning, when I just started singing a lot, I got a sore throat a couple times, and seems part of the beginning process of changing your singing voice to the true one.  It is one of the signs along the way that things are changing in that area.

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. In the very beginning, your voice will have certain undesirable elements to it. It will naturally go through ascension, removing the unwanted elements and adding any missing good elements, until you have achieved you true higher singing voice. When your voice is right there is a definite feeling of indestructibility about it. Don't let anyone teach you to sing, except this foundational knowledge. It is something that should happen naturally.   

Don’t let anyone confuse you with labels like “head voice” and “chest voice”. Till today, I still don’t really know what they mean, but certain everything concerning a human singing voice is just a very natural thing, the singer has the implanted intuition how to use her/his instrument. You will intuitively know when to soften it in order to traverse from one note to another, and it will vary depending on how your voice is that particular day (sometimes it’s stronger and you can really belt, and sometimes it’s not so strong - this is mostly in the developing stage). Just be natural, the more you use it, the more you understand it. In the very beginning, I used to do some of the excercises they had in my moms singing book, but that lasted maybe 6 months or less. I just wanted to sing, not do boring excercises, and I think that works too. Even piano playing, I tried reading sheet music and playing at the same time, and playing songs in piano books, but quickly lost patience. I needed more excitement so I just naturally started playing only songs I love by ear. Also in my music journey, at a point were I was still somewhat lost, I began to hear terms like “hook”. At first I thought it must be a secret ingredient I was missing in my attempts, that’s why my songs sucked. I tried to look up the meaning of “hook”, and nothing I read made sense to me, so I left it alone. Till today, I still have no idea what a “hook” is, but I am very very happy with many of my songs. Just keep practicing, your discernment or “ear” will grow, letting you know what note to use in the bass, and what notes to include in the chord in each movement.