I bear in mind the darkness that wrapped round me like a tomb, the silence damaged solely by the threats of males who knew no mercy. It was on that dreaded day—Thursday, July 10, 2025—that I used to be snatched from the highway like a shadow into the den of kidnappers. Fear gripped me, however so did religion. As I sat bond in ropes, not sure of what the following hour held, I cried unto God and made a solemn vow: “Lord, if I leave this dungeon without a ransom paid, I will return to Your house with praise on my lips and thanksgiving in my hands.” Now, the vow lives. I’m free. And with a grateful coronary heart, I invite you all to my thanksgiving service on Sunday, July 27, 2025, by 7am at Dunamis Owerri Central. The church is situated at Plot 19, Area T, Along Port Harcourt Road, Opp. Holy Rosary, New Owerri, Imo State. Come and dance with me unto the Most High God!
I didn’t stroll out of that den by my energy, nor by technique. It was mercy—uncooked mercy, highly effective mercy-DIVINE INTERVENTION. I consider your prayers, the church’s cries, and heaven’s intervention pierced by means of the forest partitions that held me. God confirmed up, uninvited by males, however welcomed by the religion of His servants. I sang hymns with trembling lips, made rhymes in my coronary heart simply to maintain the concern at bay: “If I live to see the sun, I’ll praise You for what You’ve done.” And now, right here I’m, standing sturdy, singing a brand new tune. My testimony is a trumpet blast within the ears of the depraved—they failed!
Before this darkish cloud, there was gentle—my scheduled endorsement by the seven PDP LGA Chairmen, seven ladies leaders, and the whole Anambra South Zonal Leadership. We had deliberate a grand endorsement/declaration on July 12, 2025, at my beloved Country Home- Eyiagboso Palace, Nkalafia, Irefi, Oraifite. But future paused me. I missed the nomination deadline for the Senate. Still, I’ve not withdrawn. I solely deferred—to 2027, when by God’s design, I’ll return with clearer imaginative and prescient soaked in intense prayers, deeper energy, and a hearth purified by trials. The Divine Intervention Project lives on.
Through this, my spirit has discovered to soar above politics and ache. I now perceive that objective delayed is just not objective denied. My enemies sought to silence me, however they solely made my testimony louder. I declare: Those who plot at midnight shall stumble by the sunshine. Those who dig pits shall fall into them. The Lord will raise my head above their schemes and anoint me with contemporary oil. May heaven proceed to scatter each evil gang-up in opposition to my future.
So to all my associates, households, followers, political allies, enterprise associates and kingdom comrades—be part of me on this holy dance. Come see a person that dying couldn’t cease, whose calling couldn’t be terminated. In pleasure, in tears, in holy conviction I say, “In God we trust!” For this testimony, I stay. For His glory, I rise. For the folks, I nonetheless battle for Victory.
