Dead Man Comes Alive After Three Days In Mortuary, Recounts Ordeal

Posted by: Deolu

on August 18, 2013

The story of retired soldier, Kayode Sotunde, is akin to biblical Jesus Christ who died and resurrected after three days.

But differently, the 49-year-old man was neither on a rescue mission like Messiah who paid the debt he did not owe nor was coerced to go through the Calvary tortures like Jesus did for the sake of humanity.
However, the story of this man who returned from the great beyond is worth celebrating.

April 11 this year, Sotunde embarked on a journey from Gboko, in Benue State to Kano, but unfortunately, the bus conveying the ex-soldier crashed on the way, claiming him and 17 others passengers on board.

However, Sotunde woke up three days after in the mortuary, where his body and others were deposited for their families to claim for burial.

According to the ‘old soldier’ who refuses to die, his corpse was taken out of the mortuary and was being prepared for burial when he suddenly came back to life.

He narrated his experience to Sunday Sun in Abeokuta, Ogun State.

Excerpts of the interview:

Journey from Gboko to mortuary

On that fateful day, that was April 11, 2013, I was travelling from Gboko to Kano to see my younger brother, Jide Sotunde, a soldier serving in Kano. We had agreed on the journey which we had thought would afford us to discuss important issues, including the possibilities of getting another job that would not be too far from where I had my wife.

I retired from the Nigerian Army, (Supply and Transport), Apapa Lagos where I served for 30 years, during which I also participated in many peace keeping force assignments outside Nigeria.

After retirement, I got a job as a security guard at the Dangote Cement, Gboko, Benue State from where I also resigned because of the distance of my workplace and where my family was based in Osogbo.

The ill-fated vehicle was an 18-seater passenger bus, which I boarded in Gboko en-route Kano. We were barely two hours into the journey when a passenger asked us to pray. Since it was a normal thing for a passenger to offer to pray on such a long journey, I did not heed his call. I was just playing with my mobile phone set.

Aside from that, I didn’t believe in the prayer since I didn’t know anything about Jesus Christ. I was a freethinker who neither went to church nor worshipped any idol. We were making progress on the journey when suddenly there was a bang. That was all I could recollect about the journey until I woke up three days after in the mortuary of the Ahmadu Bello University Teaching Hospital, Kano where I was told that I died in an accident and my corpse along with other 17 passengers were deposited there.

Even though the hospital authorities told me that I was in their morgue for three days as a dead man, I actually spent more days there before I could regain my senses.

I was to be buried in Kano

I was told that before I returned from the land of the dead, my family had instructed my younger brother who I was visiting in Kano before the accident to bury me in Kano since they could not afford the N150,000, which was said to have been requested by transporters to take my corpse from Kano to Abeokuta. My elder sister, Moradeke Sotunde played a prominent role in this regard.

I was also told that it was at the point that my corpse was being prepared for interment that suddenly I returned to the land of the living after my corpse was taken out of the mortuary for prayers by Islamic clerics who were said to have sprinkled water on my corpse preparatory to my burial. I was also told that my hair was also shaved as demanded by the clerics.

I was told that my corpse was taken out of the mortuary after they had dug my grave and organised some clerics to offer the funeral prayers.

They wanted to bury me in Kano because my family members couldn’t afford N150,000 demanded for carrying my corpse to Abeokuta for burial. The initial plan was to move my corpse back home to Abeokuta, where a grave had been dug but for the transportation cost.

Life in the land of the dead

My brother, truly, there is life after death. I can also tell you that there is a living God. You may not believe me, but I am a living witness to this. I may not be able to describe Heaven or Hell, but there is another life after this one that we are living.

This place I am talking about is full of snow. I may not have been to America, but I have heard about snow. Where we were was full of snow, with plenty of something that I can describe as alum stones; whitish in colour with something I can describe as granite in this physical world. In spite of the terrible cold, there was no day that we felt cold and it was never harmful to us.

All of us were there without knowing whether we are male or female. We couldn’t see our eyes, mouth and nose. We had no leg; we had no arm, but we floated in the air without our bodies touching the ground. We were flying around what I will describe as another planet.

On the third day of my arrival on the strange planet, they gave me a message that we were expecting one big prophet.

After the message was delivered, they nominated ushers among us to welcome the prophet. And seconds later, people started trooping in, jubilating as if a goal was just scored in a football match.

On that planet, there were many stars, which were not stable in one place, like we have in the sky in this world. I noticed that on a daily basis, people kept on increasing, even though we don’t know from where they came.

I was in this mood until they (I don’t know them) told me that I should go back home to work for the Lord. According to them, there were many people in the world who are not only in bondage, but are also afflicted with human pains. They also instructed that I should work for the Lord and heel people. I was even arguing, putting up some resistance that I could not do it. This was the condition I found myself until I opened my eyes and saw Jide, my younger brother in this part of the world again.

In God’s vineyard

Since the Lord has directed me to work for Him, I will surely do so because ‘to be forewarned, is to be forearmed.’ It was because of this that I went to do my thanksgiving service at the Mountain of Fire and Miracle, in Lagos with the General Overseer, Pastor Olukoya.

The Lord has started performing miracles in other people’s lives through me. I don’t want to sound boastful, but God has started using me. I do pray for people now and they usually return to tell me that their problems have been solved. It is the Lord’s doing.

I have already prayed for a woman who has married been for 14 years without a child that God will give her the fruit of the womb. The person who lives in Ikorodu spoke to me through the telephone and I believe Lord will answer her prayers and request. I have accepted to work in God’s vineyard till I return to Him.

Day I returned to Abeokuta

I caused a stir in this area when I returned alive to Abeokuta because people including my family members, except my brother who was with me when I rose from the dead, did not know I had risen from the dead.

On arrival in Abeokuta, we played pranks on my people as they did not know that I was returning to home alive that day.

When we got nearer home, the person that accompanied me decided to call Kemi, my mother’s last born that we were already in Abeokuta. When my sister saw me, she fainted and was later revived. She was shivering when she woke up.

We later told her to return home to tell others that I had risen from the dead. On my way, I saw people mourning me, wearing black attire.

I trekked a distance of about 800 metres to my father’s house. There, a grave had also been dug beside my late father’s before the family decided to bury my corpse in Kano. I waved as people were expressing shock and disbelief at seeing me alive. When I attempted to move closer to a woman in her shop, she ran away, thinking I was a ghost and pleading that she had no hands in my death. My sister, Moradeke who lives in Lagos was also wearing a black attire, mourning along with others until I returned home

I returned to Abeokuta on the very day I was to be buried. I even met many of the mourners, wearing black (including my sisters) who had gathered in my father’s house here, (Sabo Abeokuta).

There was also a particular woman who threw away the beans meal she was eating and ran away from her shop when she sighted me.

I kept on saying that I was not dead, but she found it difficult to believe me.

Health challenges

Although I have returned from the land of the dead, I have not fully regained my health as I am talking to you. I have both chest and body pains. In fact, medically speaking, I am not alright. I usually run strange temperature. That was why I visited the Federal Medical Centre, Idi Aba for medical treatment. I vomit blood each time I cough. I can’t engage in any hard labour.

Besides, a lot of strange things have started happening to me. Sometimes, I feel as if I am still in the mortuary. I will be seeing a lot of heads. My sight is not normal, it sometimes fails me. I have also started giving messages to people about things that they don’t know about their family.

I started revealing to them what had happened in the past to their astonishment. This has made many people to run away from me with some describing me as a demon. To be sure that I am not a ghost, I tried to relate with my friends as well as eat with them. Despite this a few of my friends still avoid to shake hands with me, thinking that I am a ghost.

I am homeless

You ask where I live? To answer straight, I am homeless, because I am currently squatting with my younger sister, causing her and her family inconveniences. Even though she is not complaining, I know that I am inconveniencing her.

I have been given quit notice in Osogbo after my landlord heard of the incident. According to him, he could not live with Akudaaya (ghost). I stayed at No 1, Rasco Hall, Oke Fia, #Osun State, Osogbo, It was the ejection that informed my living with my sister here (Abeokuta).

I need serious financial assistance from well-meaning Nigerians to take care of my health and sustenance. Survival is difficult for me. That is why I appeal to Nigerians to come to my aid. I want to stop being a burden to my sister and her nuclear family. I want individuals as well as corporate bodies and churches to help me financially. God will surely replenish their purses in abundance in Jesus name.

I had a broken home some years back and I remarried two years ago, but when the incident happened, the woman abandoned me and ran away from Osogbo.

I want to appeal to Nigerians and other people that there is God. I want them to believe that there is life after death; so we should do good to our fellow beings. Heaven and Hell are real. Where we want to go is an option for us to decide. I want people to know that it is just a matter of seconds between life and death.
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Back to the matter:all i have got to say is OGA OH!!!

A serious food for thought here. What we do with our lives will determine whether we go to heaven or hell.

Wonderful! What a testimony. To God be the Glory.

Dumb .....

The man was never really dead, he must have retained some brain activity in the morgue which later developed into consciousness.

His experiences are dreams, his stories are hallucinations.

The only fact is that there is no God anywhere, and even there is one, then its the Great Flying Pig.

This man should be one for medical and neurological analysis, never some spiritual psychoanalysis.

When will Africans learn and stop being so stu.pid and stop worshipping jesus or mohamed, dead dumb, selfish, racial white iddiots.

smh for these dumb Nigerians.

I think his perception of snow during his coma was due to the low temperature of his environment in the morgue

ooman: Dumb .....

The man was never really dead, he must have retained some brain activity in the morgue which later developed into consciousness.

His experiences are dreams, his stories are hallucinations.

The only fact is that there is no God anywhere, and even there is one, then its the Great Flying Pig.

This man should be one for medical and neurological analysis, never some spiritual psychoanalysis.

When will Africans learn and stop being so stu.pid and stop worshipping jesus or mohamed, dead dumb, selfish, racial white iddiots.

smh for these dumb Nigerians.

Just because you're an Atheist doesn't mean that you should go about insulting people's beliefs and way of live. You don't believe in anything good for you, its your life. Those who believe in a supreme being and worship him as god, good for them too. Its their way of living the life. So try to show respect to people's way of life. Besides anyone can live their lives the way he or she wants to.

I particularly like the part where the landlord gave a quit notice to someone he believes is a ghost.

If the man didn't leave nko? Will the landlord take a ghost to court?

Funny people with funny stories. The gullible will always accept hook, line and sinker.

deeobserver209:

Just because you're an Atheist doesn't mean that you should go about insulting people's beliefs and way of live. You don't believe in anything good for you, its your life. Those who believe in a supreme being and worship him as god, good for them too. Its their way of living the life. So try to show respect to people's way of life. Besides anyone can live their lives the way he or she wants to.

How did he insult your belief? He simply showed you how stupid you think and believe anything! A dead person now seeking financial help on NL. This is how a new church begins and take all your hard earned money. Firstly their is snow in heaven lol too much American movies. I guess there is snow in heaven buy a jacket before you die

ooman: Dumb .....

The man was never really dead, he must have retained some brain activity in the morgue which later developed into consciousness.

His experiences are dreams, his stories are hallucinations.

The only fact is that there is no God anywhere, and even there is one, then its the Great Flying Pig.

This man should be one for medical and neurological analysis, never some spiritual psychoanalysis.

When will Africans learn and stop being so stu.pid and stop worshipping jesus or mohamed, dead dumb, selfish, racial white iddiots.

smh for these dumb Nigerians.

You are sitting on a long thing, sorry for you!

Judas2013:

How did he insult your belief? He simply showed you how stupid you think and believe anything! A dead person now seeking financial help on NL. This is how a new church begins and take all your hard earned money. Firstly their is snow in heaven lol too much American movies. I guess there is snow in heaven buy a jacket before you die

Did anybody forced you to read the story or donate to the man who raised from the dead? Why does it bothers you? Even if we think silly, foolish and wayward why does it bothers you? Even if they are planning to open a church by your claim here why does it bothers you? You have your own life to live. Let people live their own lives, that's their fundamental human rights.