Brother Gbenga, mine is rectovaginal fistula. It was the reason I ever first came in contact with you. After all said and done, I’m still with it. So last week, I decided to go to the hospital to make enquiries for surgery because it was appearing worse. Met the general surgeon at St Nicholas and the process he said I would go through was so devastating. He said the surgery was in three stages. A colostomy first. He said I would carry the colostomy bag for six months. This means, the bag would be attached to my tummy and I would stool directly into the bag and not my anus. I cried. Sir, I’m a journalist and I’m too young to go about meeting people, doing interviews with a shit bag on my tummy. He then said the main fistula surgery would take four hours. Then I’ll return in six months for the final surgery. He then asked me to do two MRIs scans worth 250k to help them determine where to repair the fistula from, whether the tummy or the anus.

I became angry. Where do I get all these funds from? Why would I suffer same problem for six years? Why did I ever come to know you and the Holy Spirit? It was because of this. Yet!!!!

So I’m sitting at home this week, fasting and praying. Left to me, God can close the wound and repair the anus and give me a new vagina like nothing ever happened. I won’t need to carry plate about asking people to donate for MRI or for three surgeries. Is anything to hard for God to do? Let me see what He will do for me this week or even today. Let Him show me a token of mercy and heal it. I have gone through so much in this short life I have lived to stay on an operating table for hours. I say NO!

Pastor Gbenga. There is NO fistula. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! There is none.

Sir, do you understand this? 💃😭