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MEDICAL PERSECUTION III (HOW TO KILL) - A CLASSICAL CASE: THE FEDERAL NEURO-PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, CALABAR, NIGERIA (A - Z).
"For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter" - Romans 8: 36.
CASES:
A. UDUAK CLEMENT
It was my third admission. The ward was cold and quiet. The liver of the boys ( the inmates or patients) was not lively as I neither heard them speak of "girls", politics or even ate their food. What happened? I had to inquire of Praise. I had been discharged the previous night and was forcefully brought back. Praise, who was as quiet as a stone explained that Uduak (real name), a boy whose bed was by mine on my previous admission, had died the previous night after I had left. He always talked of having a church called "THE CONVERGENCE ARENA". It had become his doom. Praise then told me how it happened. He was disturbing that evening. There were various ways professionals could handle that. But David (real name), a cleaner had beaten him ruthlessly that evening, and he went into the bathroom and hung himself. The corpse was covered and rolled away. The following morning, the doctors certified his death and handed the corpse over to the family, who were so inwardly glad they had shed another blood.
B. MY FIRST ADMISSION
I was brought in that evening from the University of Calabar Teaching Hospital. The staff or duty nurses, who were males, grabbed me ruthlessly. One of them looked at my brand new sandals and it tore into two from his look. Then he informed me that I was in a different world. I would soon know why. I had been labelled or diagnosed of "Cerebral malaria". If you were brought to the Federal Neuro-psychiatric Hospital at #123, Calabar, Nigeria, then you had a private case with Satan, either for having a noble destiny or of being baptized in the Holy Ghost, which had to be handled by the satanists - the nurses and doctors and health staff there. Then I was brought spiritually poisoned food, which I refused to eat. The nurses then called in a diabolic lady who made several incantations and cast spells on me. Instantly, I saw the eggs in the rice become African apples. I was threatened to be beaten, (and I saw their murderous faces) if I didn't eat it.
C. MC DONALD
MC Donald, a boy on the next two beds was gradually losing consciousness. He verbally spoke incoherently. We were calling the attention of doctors and nurses who all spurned us. Finally, a lab attendant came in, took two samples of blood almost immediately, and returned again to take almost three more on the account that the other samples were bad. We could see the young man almost unable to bear the pains. Mc Donald was released the following day. After my "TRIAL LEAVE" (because in that hospital, you never have a discharge but a "TRIAL LEAVE"), I met Mc Donald's brother, Etete, who had recently been to Russia for a musical performance on witchcraft promotion. I asked him of Mc Donald. He told me "that useless thing [insinuating I would be the next] had died."
D. WHAT MBUOTIDEM TOLD ME
It was on his first admission. A fretting young man had been brought in on admission. It was obvious he had committed a crime and brought in for shelter as the authorities always did at times. After a while, a team of doctors came in to see him. He was given an injection, and instantly, in two minutes, his body started peeling as he screamed till he died. We reasoned that it were better for him to be condemned in court than to be brought in and killed that way if he were guilty.
E. PRAISE
Praise, the boy who told me of Uduak's demise was a wreck to the core. His family, whom he always accused were ruthless to him and maltreated and only brought him to the hospital as a punishment he called them wizards, which they were. Praise was a graduating student of a five year Architecture programme at the University of Uyo, Akwa Ibom State, Nigeria, when he suddenly became I'll. Praise would suffer some Academic persecution also, as his lecturers and heads of department, refused to grant him another opportunity to sit for his degree examinations, defiantly refusing as a flat decision based on the fact that corrupt students often presented medical reports for such purposes, thereby frustrating the efforts of the first Nigerian professors who introduced the practice to check corruption, because they were aggrieved their fellow occult students had been treated badly by the decision, without even verifying. Now, Praise had the frustration of being thrown out of school, only given African cassava dust to sip and maltreated by his witchcraft family.
F. KILLING TACTICS
The tactics employed by the staff (nurses, doctors, cleaners, psychotherapists, psychologists, cleaners, cooks, etc) was, charming. I had known this from the day that hefty dark male nurse looked at my brand new sandals and they tore at his look. They could charm a person into terrible feats of behaviors so as to claim lunacy, then hold a legal ground for admitting, tormenting and killing. One afflictive method common here, was to conjure a patient's head spiritually, into a tiny injection medicine bottle, then burst it open for injection, with the effect that the patient would literally feel like dying or die later on of complications. They also could put their spirits into patients and command them to misbehave, then beat them to coma or injure them deliberately on that pretext. Our beds, as I spiritually saw, were always filled with broken bottles and sharp objects like brand new razors, which inconvenienced one and prevented sleep, so one could become permanently dependent on their drugs, which were also always loaded spiritually with broken bottles, razor blades, faeces, etc, with the result that patients didn't respond to treatment or temporarily did but later felt worse or were destroyed while on "TRIAL LEAVE" [because we went for "criminals"] where the depot type demons which would only have effect not immediately but on the long run were deposited in them.
G. THEIR COMMONEST EXCUSES
The staff here are adhoc at spiritually messing one up. They usually stand on the false grounds that one had illusions and delusions, even when your visionary abilities were Germaine, or could even release demons into a person to cause delusions and illusions. A nurse (and most them did) named Bisong, usually used this as a pretext for admitting me forcefully. According to him, I was illusive, rather than that his evil, invisible deeds were being brought to the fore. It was usually a good enough reason, even for somebody who was not violent nor misbehaved and who was likely to have visions for being involved with Christian ministry for over thirty years.
H. WITCHCRAFT PUNISHMENT
On my Fourth admission, "the murderer", my sister had brought me down to this hospital. I had had a spiritual duel with a doctor named Doctor Bassey, in which we fought through out the night in a vision. Now, he was chosen by the hospital to be the doctor on call that evening and informed me that he had not died. I also asked him if he "actually graduated from that Oyedepo's school [Covenant University] where he had deceptively gone in to study and graduate from Medicine because blind people lived in Nigeria", and he said "yes!" That evening, he asked to take my blood sample. It was one of the most horrifying experiences I've even had till now. This Hitleric, viscious man tore five of my veins deliberately as a punishment on account he saw no vein while I wept, with blood wasting on the floor all the while. It was just ok. One other witchcraft punishment was to directly inject one with poison or overdose of drugs that killed them.
I. POISONED MEALS
No doubt, the meals here were always poisoned both physically and spiritually. I had once out of fear cautioned myself, in avoidance of death, not to speak up that the food contained formalin as my tooth literally almost pulled off while I took them. I did have a bursted tooth once which still remains within my jaw. The wise patients, even the wizards themselves disliked the idea of opening a plate of food served and finding imaginary excrement. We usually passed it on to the more stubborn and ignorant ones. The food also smelled of formalin. We had fears that even ghosts came into the canteen to cook for us as different types of people, some of whom literally disappeared, came around.
J. THE NIGHT OF 24TH SEPTEMBER 2010
I had just lost my job and had come down to Calabar from Lagos to stay with my family who had always wanted to have the better of me. They were glad this happened, and were seriously working towards eliminating me as soon as possible. And the only way they deemed fit was through this hospital. That night, I felt a bit sleepless and told my guardian about it, who took me in company of my sister and her husband to this hospital. It was about 9pm. The doctor on call was an internship doctor and had to call the Consultant I was under, who was now in Austria. The phone lines went clear, but clearly the doctor's phone was in speakers and I could hear him clearly say severally "kill him; just kill him" as he gave instructions to the junior doctor. He was doctor Emmanuel Okereke whom I had even assisted to travel to Austria while working at the Airport in Lagos. I was afraid the worst was about to happen. But I kept my cool. Also, I could be injected the six bottles of sedative injections from which I would never wake up forcefully by the use of a set if illetrates called "THE EMERGENCY GROUP", who forcefully made sure one was given injections against their wish. But all the while, I could hear the Holy Spirit tell me to get up and run. But I was totally feeling weak. Finally, I saw the Holy Spirit leave me and enter into my sister like a cloud. She suddenly became sober and asked that I should not be given the injection anymore, since she had never seen where such injection was given to a patient before. The doctor asked her what to do with the injections, to which she said they could be disposed. The following morning, I called Dr. Okereke. He literally behaved funny, fumbling on phone and asking if I "was still in that hospital?" I replied "yes". It would be the last time I could get him again on that number.
K. PSEUDO PATIENTS
This hospital is also known to bring in on a regular basis, pseudo patients who come in in the guise of seeking treatment, only to afflict, torment and even physically abuse the inmates or patients. Their activities are usually both spiritual and physical. I had met the likes of Michael and Emmanuel Ikpi, who were regularly brought in there by the nurses and Idorenyin, who also feigned to have nervous illness when they did not. The aim was to destroy the patients by close and afflictive spiritual and physical contact with them.
L. WHAT THEY DID TO THE GIRLS
The ladies section was worse, either because they lacked the strength of boys or could not pray like most of us did. Every now and then you could hear a lady yell that she was raped, which was usually in response to spiritual rape from the staff on duty till they could suffocate and die, then be wheeled out the following morning either as medical specimen or for burial.
M. VERBAL, MENTAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSIVE PRACTICES
We had the likes of Doctor Eze threaten us that he would "kill us". They used heavy metal equipment to beat these "sheep of theirs meant for slaughter". The likes of Doctor Theo called us "poor, helpless peoples" which meaning I really understood.
N. OCCULTIC PRACTICES
One night, I had come to the hospital for treatment when Doctor Otu and Nurse Bisong were left alone with me on the Out Patient section. There was nobody there than all three of us. Suddenly, I could here them chuckle that they would deal with me; I "that would become a US president, and throw bombs on their heads?" I knew they were very good at this. It was also part of what the wizard professors spent time to teach them in Nigerian medical colleges.
O. THE BYE-gods OF SADISM
On one of the nights of my admission, as usual, I had a bold confrontation in a dream where Doctor Otu had come with nearly a little bag size Encephabol with the head of nurses called "The ward charge", who was incidentally drinking a glass of blood and calling himself the "bye-god of sadism", in which both had told me that their next plan would be to ensure I was moved to the chronic ward where I would be abandoned and become a permanent patient and subsequently a government property and finally end up a medical students' specimen. Incidentally also, at about this time, Dr. Okafor and Dr. Audu and their team of doctors were issuing me the same threat.
P. HOW I ESCAPED DEATH
Drs. Okafor and Audu were bent on destroying me on my last admission. They made sure I had no access to a pastor even on request, till I had to threaten and inform them thay former President Obama of the US was on my side and that the World Health Organization was watching them. They had clearly told me point blank they wanted to kill me. On one of the days before my "TRIAL LEAVE" I was brought in for ward rounds to see the doctors. Dr. Audu sat with Doctor Adaxson in the company of another fair male doctor and a female dark one and said clearly in my hearing:" this is him; let's kill him." Then, instantly, I saw Dr. Audu command a ghost which I recognized as the spirit, Abadon, to come in and kill me. Behind the room was a grassy lot. The ground tore open in my sight, and I saw a female spirit like an old lady, dressed in blue come out of the ground, head toward me to strike me, but rebounded on something invisible and went back. They had no choice than to release me.
Q. HOW STAFF ARE RECRUITED IN THIS HOSPITAL
The sole spiritual owner of that hospital is Roland Olumba Obu, son to the late Olumba Olumba Obu of the Brotherhood of the Cross and Star cult. And while this is done secretly in the unseen realm, he ensures only witches and wizards are taken.
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MEDICAL PERSECUTION III (HOW TO KILL) - A CLASSICAL CASE: THE FEDERAL NEURO-PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, CALABAR, NIGERIA (A - Z).
MEDICAL PERSECUTION III (HOW TO KILL) - A CLASSICAL CASE: THE FEDERAL NEURO-PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, CALABAR, NIGERIA (A - Z).
