The first place my body was laid was at the mortuary after the doctor pronounced me dead.
I was placed among lifeless bodies - some of which were already burning in the eternal lake of fire. Against everything, my angel defiled every chemical that was used on me. The morgue's temperature also had no effect on me, sort of what troubled the attendants.
The cohorts of darkness knew I was not dead and my angel was doing everything possible to defile any death threat on me, but they didn't give up. Their plans was to have me buried, to which they believed that once I was buried, it would be the end of me.
Hell knew I was not among her captives but she was glad I was going to be eliminated and stopped from saving the souls I was ordained to save.
I smiled because it was a big joke of my enemies because by revelation, I was designed by heaven to win seventeen billion souls; times 2.3 of the total human population in my life time, so this would be a big loss to heaven if I was going to die without achieving this mandate.
During my lifetime, I hated two places on earth, to which I had a couple of times discussed with people around me - the hotel and the morgue. I disliked this places. Hotel for its atrocious acts and morgue because of how humans were stuffed in a place like beef.
My aunty was aware of this so she advised that I should be given the honor of not staying in the morgue for long as taking me there in the first place was a mistake.
During my stay in the morgue, I encountered things that the ordinary human mind won't fathom.
During the night, I saw demons invade the morgue, take after bodies and move out into different zones to manipulate and deceive.
Early morning, they would return and lie back in place. Sometimes the attendants would come in and find a body missing, they would just smile and check on others.
It was one of their rules to respect the dead and not interrupt them unnecessarily, needless did they know that these weren't the dead but demons functioning.
My uncle traveled to the village and joined with my father and the rest of family members to make arrangement for my burial that same week.
My body was to be conveyed from City to Buruku on Thursday, wake-keep to be done on Friday and burial on Saturday morning.
Before the journey on Thursday, there was going to be a gathering in my uncle's compound for those who wished to pay their last respect to me before my departure.
An enlarged portrait of me was placed in my door way with a book and pen on the table for people to sign. I watched as many came in crying and saying all heavenly things about me. My church members, school mates, teachers, relatives, neighbors and even strangers all partook in the mourning ritual before my body was conveyed to the village.
While all these were happening, I didn't see Mr OGBONNA and Apostle Anee Zion. Where have they been?
Then the angel took me to Mr OGBONNA'S house and I saw them praying ceaselessly for God to restore me. To him, it wasn't my time yet as I had unaccomplished assignments he was aware of.
"This is the work of the enemy. Brethren pray! David is coming back to life. He will live and declare the works of the Lord..." He led his family in prayer. I smiled as I watched them prayed with so much love in their hearts for me.
Apostle David and the church was doing same. He had already prophesied that I was going to be back to life, but at the moment it seemed like his words won't come to pass. Beyond what people would say, he was worried for me and why it had to be so soon. His faith was failing like never before, yet he prayed and sought-after the face of God daily.
On my final day in the morgue, a beautiful casket was brought and my body washed, dressed and neatly put in. A copy of the Bible was placed on my chest and a physics and biology textbook placed on each side to honor me for my love for the word of God and studies when I was alive.
I was then put in the ambulance and they drove off, my uncle and aunty following behind with other friends.
When the car arrived home, my mom ran and threw herself to it and wept bitterly. Others joined in, turning the whole village into a great den of sorrow.
On the Friday of the next day, a large gathering of elders was held. Diverse ranking men with titles in the Kingdom were present as the Zaki presided over the meeting to find out the course of my dead and who was responsible for it.
After rounds upon rounds of discussion, it was decided that the Or u Akombu of Buruku (chief priest) be summoned to find out from the gods who was responsible for my dead. The penalty for such a person would be death unless if not found.
All these were going on but I didn't know the gods of the land were already laying ambush for the battle against my father.
When Or u Akombu began his journey to meet with the council of elders, an army of the gods appeared before him, stopping him from proceeding with his journey. He could see anger in their faces as they spoke to him, threatening to strangle the living soul out of him.
"Put the hook in Nam's throat! Put the hook in Nam's throat!" They spoke in unison repeatedly.
The deal was sealed and my father was to be pronounced responsible for my murder. This would automatically place him into witchcraft act, for which he would be killed.
It then dawned on me; This is how the gods and cohorts of darkness intends taking him to the grave and pouring out their vengeance upon him for bridging the code of their long time tradition of rituals and murder to an end.
It was now onto me to act fast so as to deliver him from the yoke that the enemy had placed on his neck. If God was going to use me, this man (my father) should be a hero for bringing such a great figure to light.
I believe heaven placed the burden on me , trusting that I knew exactly what ought to be done.