This is not a new post but the continuation of the “egungun be careful” experience I shared yesterday.
On Friday, I went to service the car and do some repair works at the mechanic’s workshop in Mpape, Abuja. When I got there, the mechanic guy changed the oil, replaced the brake pads that were worn out and carried out some other maintenance checks on the car. I paid him and set off in search of new tyres to buy for the car.
Since I didn’t know the business of tyre purchase and was scared of buying fake or adulterated tyres from those mischievous sellers, I went with an experienced elderly person who volunteered to help me.
We tried few places around Mpape looking for a durable product but we only saw those China tyres that will not stand the test of time and pressure of use!
My partner had an emergency and needed to rush off. We postponed the tyre search till the next day so we could check bigger stores in town probably in Jabi or Utako.
After we parted ways, I also decided to rush to the bank so I could sort out my mobile banking issues and ATM renewal wahala. A sense of urgency suddenly fell on me, so I increased my speed so I could make it to the bank before the stipulated social distancing closing hours. This was around 2:48pm in the afternoon.
I drove outside Mpape which was about 5km from the tyre shop. When I got to the junction that connects Mpape to the Kubwa Express way, I heard that still, gentle and tiny voice yet again telling me to reverse and go back to where I was coming from.
The voice was undeniably so clear and loud. I was sure I heard, Abigael turn back to the Mpape axis. Don’t enter this express way.
I rebuked the spirit of delay and was about heading to the express when I remembered the consequence of the toilet prompt I ignored the previous day.
I made a sharp U-turn and was heading back to Mpape without a definite destination in mind. I wanted to experiment the concept of obedience and see what will happen this time.
After I drove for about 3.5km back into the village, I got to one big gallop and attempted to use the brakes but it just wouldn’t respond. I pressed the brakes fervently but still there was no response. Almost immediately, smoke started coming out from the bonnet of the car while I struggled to park the car.
I tried to move out of the fast lane so I could at least move to a safe spot but the accelerator stopped working and the car stopped right in the middle of the road!
One fine handsome guy stopped to help me push the car to the other end of the road but we couldn’t. I didn’t have such strength.
Thankfully, the mechanic’s shop was not too far away, he came promptly after I called. He traced the problem to the size of the brake pad he changed earlier. My heartbeat only normalised when he said it was just the brake pad that was releasing the smoke.
He adjusted the brake pads, checked some stuff and I continued my journey safely to the bank.
I was looking all sweaty and dirty but grateful that I obeyed for once. Who knows what could have happened if the car suddenly stopped on Kubwa Express way!
Beyond the concept of intuition, the HolySpirit speaks to us as children of God. Your level of relationship with Him is what will determine the intensity and loudness of His voice when He speaks to you. (My dear friend Simi reminded me of this)
So before you begin to bind and cast the invisible spirit from your village people, just pause and listen. It could be the Holy Spirit trying to speak to you in a language you will understand.
May God keep us safe at all times and may we listen so as not to be crushed in the express way of life!