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𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡, 𝗪𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧.

In my 300l at the Federal University of Technology Minna, Just after the Student Workshop Experience Practice (SWEP), I wanted to travel home and didn't have anything on me. My parents sent me money before that week I was supposed to travel but I spent it unwisely.

It was a Thursday morning at about 7:00am prompt.  I went in the company of my friends, about five of them, to prayer street, a street where Christians on campus meet to intercede. We went there with great faith,  with our boxes and bags and we were trusting God for the reality of translocation. 

Let something just happen and we find ourselves in Taiwo Oke , Ilorin the next day. 

It's a reality,  we said If witches can do it and appear in two, or three places, how much more  the believers? 

We prayed and prayed for about 16 hours  but nothing happened.When we got to the 17th hour, we started wheeling our bags and boxes back to the hostel in disappointment because none of us lifted from the ground talk more of any one amongst us disappearing.

What happened?

1. Lack of wisdom to pray aright.

We would have asked God to provide a means of finance or help for us to travel back to our destination. Maybe a free bus or a family member or a friend just call and ask for our account numbers and then we get a means to travel home.

2. Financial prudence and disobedience.

We were never in lack, Our parents sent us the money and we got the money but lavished it and here we are paying for our foolishness and waste.

For us Christians, some of us don't see the manifestation of prayers because we are not praying the right prayers and some also because they do not obey the laid down principles for success, happy living, and life.

You had the chance to read and prepare for Mat 111 but were busy playing computer games all around Gidan-Kwano, only for you to be asking God to send down his angels to help you click the right answers when you get to the exam venue. What happens to preparation? It does not work that way.

You are living in sin consistently and asking the Lord for the healing of your diseases. How does this happen?

Spiritual intelligence is praying right and knowing how to and what to pray. We mustn't spend 40 hours praying when with wisdom and obedience we can get what we are praying for in 4mins.


Back to my story.

We all went to the rail station and joined the Cargo train going to Ilorin. We stayed with the cows and sheep. Although we didn't translocate, we got to ilorin without paying a dime. but not in a comfortable way.


Another lesson learned. 

God might not completely close his eyes at you as his son or daughter but he can make you go through uncomfortable pains, circumstances and situations to  pay for your error and foolishness.


A great experience to remember.

I hope you learn how to pray and wisdom too. Maybe that prayer praying for science was not answered cause of your disobedience, lifestyle, and lack of wisdom.


Peace unto you.


Ola Vincent

Apostle to Social Media Church.

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