I WANTED TO END IT ALL UNTIL I MET THIS STRANGE MAN

I've shared my story with you. I wanted to commit suicide, but I wanted to kill myself, um, in the place of preaching. So I just wanted my life to end, and I wanted it to end gloriously. So I went somewhere to preach with my friend, and we looked for a strange-looking man, at least someone there that was radical enough to get the job done. And I found one who looked radical enough. I mean, the trouser was not obeying gravity. And I finished preaching in a very angry way, and all he did was place his right hand on my shoulders and call me by my name. Femi, I know why you came. The Hausa-looking guy now speaks fluent English. And when those hands touched my shoulders, I fell. And he narrated my life from beginning and all my attempts. I was shaking like a leaf. I remember asking him, please, if I can get your phone number so I can call you. I just need to be around someone like you. He looked at his friend that they were standing together and smiled. I said, we don't use phones. Okay, sir, please, what's your name so I can know what to call you when next I see you? He looked at the phone and smiled. So you can call me Emmanuel. Okay, Mr. Emmanuel, where do you live? Give me the address of a church. I went to confirm that. There are times that our activities are interrupted so we can be right in the middle of God's will.

For our lives.