Man explains how he miraculously survived a poison from black magic

Man explains how he miraculously survived poison from black magic 

 I was having a cool conversation with an acquaintance that I met some time ago. We were talking business, politics and life generally.

While talking, I noticed this very big scar on his leg. It looked so big that I felt that the wound had not properly healed as it still has some reddish spots on it. I tried to look away and not stare embarrassingly at him, but occasionally, my eyes drifted back to the scar.

I believe that he caught me staring at his legs, and he said. "I hope say the scar on my leg does not look so irritating to you"

At that moment, I knew that I had goofed. I had probably starred so long in an uncomfortable manner for him to have said so, so I apologized to him, but he dismissed it with a wave of the hand.

"There is no need to apologize, this scar you're seeing is my testimony, it is a sign that I survived what would have taken my life."

I looked on as he touched the spot, shook his head and continued talking.

"This life eeehh, it's too deep."

"Does it still hurt you?"

"No! I don't feel the physical pain, but I feel the emotional pain that the people I trusted so much could think of taking my life. A few years ago, I was into the business of building materials. Then, I had three shops at Onitsha. I was doing my legitimate business with open mind and heart. I didn't want to have an indentured servant (nwa boy), so I employed sales girls to work for me, and I paid them monthly. One day, I got to my main shop, and the moment I opened the iron door, I felt a sizzling hot sensation run from my left leg to my head. I didn't take it seriously as I felt that it was just goosebumps, but I was wrong. I started feeling pain on that leg just after a few days, by the end of that month, I couldn't walk well with that leg. I went to the hospital, but it got worse. The more the doctors treated my leg which then, had a very big wound, the more it got worse. I kept changing hospitals, going for tests, and buying drugs until one nurse that works in one of the hospitals I visited, called me privately, and told me that the wound on my leg does not look normal to her, that it looks like ACHAERE. I don't even know if it has an English name. The nurse suggested that I go traditional so that the wound will not end up taking my life."

I looked at him, goosebumps filled my body as I starred again at the scary scar.

"So when I got to the village, my father took me to a traditionalist who confirmed that indeed, I have been struck with ACHAERE. He said I marched on a poison that was placed in front of my shop, and that was the beginning of my ordeal. He went further to say that if I had continued with hospital treatment, they may have ended up cutting my leg. He swung into action, got medicinal herbs, and started treatment. Of course, he said some incantations daily, reverting the poison to the sender. It took some time, but gradually, I began to feel better, and the wounds healed up. The whole thing affected my business badly as I was no longer physically present to run it myself, but I thank God that I survived it. So when ever I look at the scare, I am constantly reminded that someone tried to take away my life. After I recovered fully, I closed down the business and relocated to Abuja where I am gradually picking up my life."

After he shared this experience with me, I was too shocked to say anything. It looked so surreal. 

May God deliver us from unfriendly friends.

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