I have had a lot of unforgettable experiences, but this one rises to the top. It happened about seven years ago but the whole scene is still fresh in my memory like it happened just yesterday.
I was about 16 and had just been gifted with a brand new smartphone by my parents, for being a very hardworking student.
I showed it off to all my friends, saved numbers and gave mine to anyone who as much as ask for it, even those that were not really in my circle of friends.
Two months later, while studying my books, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number, I ignored it. Then it rang again, I answered , only to hear a man's voice I didn't recognize. "Wrong number," I told him, dropped the call without a second thought and continued with my studies.
Suddenly I started feeling dizzy, I stood up, I didn't want to sleep because I had lots of assignments to take care of, but the more I fought, the dizzier I became. Then my ears began to itch intensely, in my desperation for relief, I reached for a cotton bud, the thing broke and got stuck inside my ear.
My Mom tried everything to remove it, but nothing worked. We ended up at the hospital where it was eventually extracted. I didn't believe I could be that careless, as to let such a thing happen.
The next day, I became deaf in my left ear and could only hear with the right one. Subsequent visits to hospital yielded no result, then came one of the heaviest news I have ever heard in my whole life; my left ear was permanently damaged and I would need a hearing aid to be able to use it again.
"God forbid!" I heard my mother cry out in defiance. "My son cannot use hearing aid because there is no deafness in our family."
The doctors were baffled that such a minor incident could escalate into such magnitude of damage, but my mother, with her deep-rooted faith, believed there was something wrong, somewhere.
That night, my Mom prayed down "fire" and anointed my two ears with holy oil. I couldn't sleep as I felt something was writhing in my ears, seeking an outlet.
Then she prayed harder.
It was Saturday when my phone rang again. My sister noticed the number, odd and incomplete, not even up to the standard 11 digits.
"This number called me before." I told her.
"Pick it," she urged. "It could be someone calling from abroad, maybe good news or some kind of favour, you never can tell."
I picked. What I heard next shocked me to my bone marrow.
"God punish you," the voice hissed. Then the call ended.
Instantly, it felt like an arrow pierced through both my ears. I screamed and collapsed on the ground, my family rushed in as I sobbed and told them about the call and the strange earlier ones.
My Mom snatched my phone, checked the number, and her face darkened.
"This is no Nigerian number," she muttered. "This is evil, I suspect it was an evil call"
She was able to tie the two incidents together, thank God for her spirituality.
By Sunday, we were in church, prayers rose like a storm from different prayer warriors. Hands were laid on me. Intercessors all prayed on my behalf. Then, in the middle of the session, something incredible happened, a very small piece of cowrie shell fell off from my left ear onto the church floor.
Immediately my ears popped open and I heard sound again, loud and clear and beautiful. I could hear from both ears, even the one doctors had declared permanently damaged.
Days later, I could hear perfectly well, my two ears working like before.
Then picking up my phone to charge after being down for several days, this message popped up on the screen, from that same number;
"God saved you."
My mother didn't hesitate, she quickly yanked out the SIM card, poured anointing oil on it, set it on fire, and watched it burn to ashes. That was the end of my phone days, for two whole years, I lived without one.
I used to laugh at tales of evil calls but after that day, I could believe absolutely anything.
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This is unbelievable, I use to hear this but I never believed, I thought they are all fabricated stories, thank God for your life
My dear, it's true, I wouldn't have believed if I hadn't experienced it firsthand.