"HOW I LISTENED TO THE VOICE OF GOD" - MISS ONYEKACHI ORDIAH

My name is onyekachi Jasmine Ordiah, my friends call me jazzy. I make beads. I was on going to see my grandfather in the hospital. I had just heard that he was recovering after a major operation. My brother, it was indeed a miracle.

I could recall vividly that morning before I left off for the hospital,  I had a strong

persistent urge not to carry my aunt's 22 months old daughter along with me even if I was the only one to take care of her at that moment. The urge was so strong that I had to keep her in a close neighbor's house.

After I left the house and got to the bus station, the bus refused to get filled up,

passengers were scarce. They were not just coming. I got down then I stopped a motor bike. To my greatest surprise all of the four bikes I stopped refused to take me to the hospital even when I offered to pay them double of the required amount. Yet they refused to carry me. I felt embarrassed. Even with my money? I was pissed and I decided to go to the church for choir rehearsals since that was my next point of call after the hospital. 

Now a bike took me where I would take a bus to the church.  Immediately I entered the bike, a song which our church choir composed months ago popped into my mind and I began to worship God with that song. As I got down from the bike I had a sudden flash. It was scary; I heard tire screeches and saw sorry sights. But I didn't consider it; I continued worshiping God with that song. Before I crossed that road to the other side where I would pick up a bus, I had to wait until the road was free to cross because it was too rowdy.

After I had crossed, i waited for an oncoming vehicle to board, I heard a voice

that said “Don't enter this bus”. I didn't,enter that one, that voice spoke to me again and again until after the forth bus had passed. It was the fifth bus that the voice spoke again “Enter this one”. The voice always spoke before the oncoming bus would get to where I stood at the bustop. The bus that I was ordered to enter by the voice was empty as it stopped in front of me. I entered and sat behind the driver's seat. After some few minutes' drive to another bus station, the bus was filled with more passengers. 

I would say that when something is about to happen, there is a certain atmosphere accompanying it. All this I am sharing with you is because I am still alive to tell the story. 

it was now 5 pm on Tuesday 8th of July,2014, at 2nd Rainbow bustop on the Oshodi/Apapa express way there were some motor bike operators who stormed the express way in rampage of a certain issue of harassment of one of their colleague. This caused a go-slow on the express

way. The driver didn't even finish his statement when there was a loud bang at the back of the vehicle. I blacked out. I could feel my spirit leaving me. I shouted Jesus for every time I heard the bang continuously... my eyes came open when that same voice spoke again saying jump off the bus. I didn't even know where I was or what I was doing anymore. I tapped the man who sat next to me asking him to jump off the bus too, he wasn't responding. When I got out, he never moved. It was when I got out that I knew what exactly

happened. 

The accident was more than ghastly. Dead bodies everywhere, stream blood gushing out from crashed vehicles; shivering dismembered parts of the human body littered everywhere. People shouting and crying in devastation, vehicles compressed with humans like canned food. It was indeed a cataclysmic sight to behold. I cried and gave thanks to God for saving my life although I had a broken kneecap and shoulder only.

My friends, those buses which I was instructed not to enter happened to be the vehicles heavily affected in the accident. There were no survivors in any of

those four buses. I could recognize those buses because they had obvious colors. 

I thank God for speedy recovery in a span of one and half month, Now, I can walk. the nurses in charge of me couldn't even find the broken bones and there was no internal bleeding. God healed me perfectly. when I gave this testimony in my church. everyone cried and praised God with me.

The moral of my testimony is obedience to the voice of God. God speaks to us and directs our day-to day life; we only have to be sensitive to listen. If you read this story you will find out that I was obedient to the voice that spoke to

me even if I never knew why. I also saw signs of disaster but with my persistent worship as directed by the voice of God, I was saved. The lord will not allow you witness such situation or disaster in Jesus name.