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New Story title: OPENED DOORS...

2 years ago, the company where I worked began to downsize. A lot of employees were laid off and I happened to be one of those unfortunate employees that got sacked. It was really a very tough time for me. I didn't see it coming and I never expected I could be sacked because I was very hardworking, punctual and innovative. In fact was able to secure 2 multi million dollar contracts through my effort. Yet, I was thrown off along with the lazy bones. Few days ago I became very worried on how to sell of the goods I had got about a year ago. It happened that I got the items so I could sell them and get into business full time. I spent all my savings on it and when the goods arrived, my heart was filled with so much joy because I got them at a good price and would be making a 300% profit on them. I immediately launched out into trying to market them. I placed adverts on the internet, I went into the street with them, etc just to have them sold. I continued for 6 months and guess what? Not one single item was bought. I had really began to get dry of money and also very discouraged. So, I quietly backed off the business and decided to scout for an alternative to make money into I found out something. Scouting for a job was not yielding any results at all. Then shortly after, I had a dream. READ THE FULL STORY VIA THE LINK BELOW...https://otistories.com/2018/09/16/opened-doors/

story title: THE LYING X-RAY

My daughter of about 13 years old suddenly began to feel very excruciating pains on her waist. She had returned from her dance rehearsals that day when she screamed very loud at the bathroom. At first we felt it was just a minor pain that would subside after she takes some pain killers but to our disappointment the pain grew worse and there were no improvements at all.
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At first she couldn't seat comfortably and easily, the she began to find it very difficult to bend down, gradually it grew so worse that she was no longer to walk well and then she began to bend inwards like the letter "C".
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Story Title: MOVE!!!

Sometime last week I was to embark on a journey. My journey was fixed for Wednesday and my flight was scheduled for 12 noon. On Tuesday, that is the day before the journey I was stuck in a lot of activities . I had a good number of people to see, I had a lot of arrangements to make and I had a lot of things to get that were not planned for.�I had already made for preparations the week before my journey but some things came up that I really had to attend to before travelling. You wouldn't believe that by 11 PM I hadn't gone to bed. I needed to sleep early so that I could wake up early for my journey the next day because I didn't want to miss my flight at all.�By the time I returned to the house it was already 10 PM. I had to do some things, take care of my baby, and all. By 11 PM I tried to pack up my things but I felt so tired and sleepy so I went to bed hoping that I would wake up in the next four hours .�The next day I heard the voice of My husband right in my sleep calling my name. And the next thing I felt him pulling my right hand. So I opened my eyes and I saw him sitting beside me. He was like wake up its 8 AM! Your flight! On hearing that, I jumped out of bed immediately. I was so confused I didn't even know where to start from. I was yet to pack my bags, I had my baby to tidy up so that we could leave etc.... I didn't just want me to start from.�It's is a 3 hour drive from my house to the airport. As I was packing and tidying up the baby something told me�"you would not be able to miss the flight. There is no need wasting your time".�I paused and almost yielded to it but just then I remembered a message I had listened few months ago. In that message I was told that every child of God has dominion over time. I felt reassured and continued to prepare. With the little slacks here and there at around 11 AM I was fully set. I had just an hour to get to the airport which was a 3 hours drive from my house. I got a cab and told the driver to be as fast as possible and then zoomed off . All the way I kept speaking to myself. I kept on saying,�" I have dominion over time! I'll get there before time and I will not miss my flight".�When the driver eventually arrived, I checked my time and it was just 11:45 am. I didn't know how it happened and how a three hours journey was compressed into about 45 minutes. All I knew was that I am a child of God and that time answers to me. I got into the airport. At the entrance, I experienced another delay. The door refused my husband from entering. It drew an unusual attention. By the time he was thoroughly checked it was discovered that the iron buttons on his shirt was responsible it the denial. By the time we were cleared it was already 12 pm. We went to the Check-in Desk and there we were told the flight we booked for was already boarding and that we were late.�On hearing that, my hope dropped. I looked at my husband and asked him what he suggested we do. He smiled back at be with so much peace and said�"we are children of God. Things work for us... we cannot miss this flight".�I smiled back at him and we looked back at the person on the desk. We told him to check us in and that we'll make it to the plane in time. He looked at us with surprise, as if he felt impressed on our decision. He gave us a nod and in less that a minute he gave us our tickets. Immediately turned to go to the boarding unit, a man in their uniform rushed to the desk and asked his colleagues what the problem was. When they told him he began to scream at us that there was no way We were going to get on the flight because we were late. Because we didn't know this man, was returned back to the person who checked us in and asked him if we could reschedule. He looked at us for about three seconds and told us sternly�"Go you will make!"�So we headed to the boarding units.�That man didn't give up.. he kept following us and screaming " You will not make it. I said you will not make it. Do not waste your time. You can't make it"�As he was still screaming at us, TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/04/12/move-final-part/ )

I have a very short story with a very deep lesson to share with you.

Years ago, when I got into the university, I was bent on being by myself, serve God and read my books. I did not want to have anything to do with anyone if the relationship did not concern God or my books.

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So I happened to be paired by a lecturer with 3 other ladies for a group assignment and that was the very first time I came in real contact with this girl called Dele.

She was our group leader so I had to locate her room to discuss on my own part of the assignment. But what was meant to be a 30mins discussion turned into a 3hrs talk.


She began to tell me how much she hated me. She told me I acted like an angel and a saint and that I was only deceiving myself because as far as she is concerned and her own understanding of her bible, no one is perfect and no one can be perfect as a human being who has flesh.

Well, I smiled back to her and told her that her theory may be correct but it doesn’t apply in my life. I TOLD HER I AM PERFECT BECAUSE I HAVE THE SPIRIT OF PERFECTION IN ME and that I put my flesh under control by yielding to the the Sprit of God inside of me always. And then the discussion began…

I tried to be non argumentative as I never opposed what ever she said but firmly stood my ground on all that was correct.

And from that day her perception about me changed. She began to draw close to me while in my mind the contract was over. I have imparted what I needed to by bringing down her wrong perceptions about the life of God, and I wasn’t interested in friendship with anyone at all even though I was friendly and warm.

She pushed in somehow and made me her friend even when she knew that she wasn’t my friend.

It went on like that till she began to unpack the package. She liked to predict on people’s personal life and affairs. She was good at it somehow and so she called herself a prophetess. Well, I wasn’t bothered about it at first but it turned out that every time she spent with me she ended up predicting my life “Past and Future” and also cal the names of some people in my class, tell me their latest moves and how it would end. Somehow it all turned true both for me and the others that she mentioned to me.

I wasn’t in anyway impressed. I only listened to her hoping that my life would influence her. We pray together sometimes and that was it. Gradually Dele stopped coming to church. She deliberately stopped taking communion etc. and when I asked her she said nobody in the church was as spiritual and sincere as she was and that everyone in church up to the pastors were hypocrites. Before I knew it she opened her own fellowship that began to grow very fast (well that wasn’t my problem at all).

Things turned sour when she began to really focus on me. READ THE LAST PART HERE

https://otistories.com/2018/03/26/seer-friend-final-part/

Story title: FALL AND RISE SISTER

My name is Kate and I am 28 years old. I used to be called the Rise and Fall sister for about 8 years and I want to share with you my story.

When I was in SS2, the entire class felt that we should have a little prayer for our final exams. It was planned for just one day but we ended up doing it for 5 days. Not everyone was serious about it but everyone was present for it.

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On the final day, the worship got very intense and before I knew it a strong wind blew me to the floor. I was on the floor with my body vibration seriously as uncontrollably. After a while I felt calm and within me I had a very strong desire to pray more once I get home.

After I was done with my chores, I went into my room and began to worship God and then that same Wind blew on me again. I fell to the floor and began to speak in an unknown language. Before then I had only heard people speak this language on TV during comedy programs especially when the comedian wants to tell a joke on a pastor and I only understood it as a language for pastors.

So I went to a Christian teacher in my school the next day and narrated what had happened to me. There she explained who the HolySpirit to me and told me everything I needed to know about speaking in tongues. It was strange to me because I was born into an Anglican family and as at then such never occurred in my church. She prayed with me and told me that God had a great plan for my life.

I was very hungry for more so by the time I got into the university I looked for a church where the move of the HolySpirit was very active. There I acquired even deeper knowledge and understanding about the HolySpirit but soon after I became a laughing stock at my church.

Every time prayers were going on, I would always fall. Whenever the worship got really intense, I always fell. Each time there was impartation programs, I would always be the first to be brought to the altar and I’d be rolling there speaking in tongues and vibrating. Whenever this happened, the pastors would lay their hands on me and pray for me. Most times they’ll tell the entire church to watch out for an unusual manifestation of the Spirit of God through me after that service but surprisingly nothing happened. I couldn’t preach without been scared, I couldn’t see visions and nothing spectacular really happened in my academics either. TO THE FINAL PART PLEASE CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/03/23/fall-and-rise-sister-final-part/ )

Story title: WHO AM I?

At a certain time in my life, I felt really miserable though I was married to a very nice man with 2 great kids. All of that didn’t make me happy because I was yet to find myself.

had fantasies about life and people who I looked up to but it didn’t change anything. Deep inside me I was really unhappy. I virtually had lost touch with the real world.

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Mike, my husband tried all he could. He got me enrolled in a mind therapist institution but that didn’t still solve the problem. In fact, I turned out even more depressed and confused.

It all started one evening when I was getting dressed for a corporate dinner. I picked up a lovely dress Mike had got me about 10 years before, that I had worn just once.

And when I looked into the mirror I was so surprised at my looks. I had lost shape completely, my skin was not as radiant as it was before and I had wrinkles on my face.

It was as if someone had cut off my ego without my knowing. My self confidence and esteem suddenly disappeared

I began to be absent minded and I was always got lost in my thoughts every time. There was no time that I wasn’t thinking of how people thought of me and how others may be laughing at me because, they are better than me.

Because of this I often avoided public gatherings as much as I could and always preferred to be alone. I kept wondering if I’d ever be able to find myself or even fit in again but things got worse.

People have said people with low self esteem act very aggressive unnecessarily well, in my case,

PART 2

…..I went for a certain job interview where I was asked personal but harmless questions about my home but I ended up slapping someone on their team because he asked me how I was going to cope with my daughter who was a cheer leader at school and my son who was a baseball star and their job. Within me I turned that question into something else. I felt he was looking down on me and was about to make jest of me so, I gave him a dirty slap and walked away from that opportunity.

You may have also heard that people with low self esteem never value what they have and would always have eyes on people’s stuff that may not even be as good as theirs. In my case, I had this very beautiful and expensive necklace but I never had value for it because I felt it wasn’t just fine enough since no one had praised it and since it wasn’t in vogue. So I went to the accessories shop and got it exchanged for some other design that was far cheaper and in vogue just to get appraised by people. But unfortunately for me the next day, someone saw me and mocked at me. She said I was wearing a cheap necklace and it was most shocking for me to find out that she was wearing the exact necklace that I had exchanged for the cheap one. I kept acquiring things not because I needed them but because I wanted to impress others and get respect from others a bit more.

Infact, I loved to gossip and talk down on people. No body was good enough. No one was beautiful enough. I would always see the wrong in people just to feel good about myself. This was really affecting my marriage and it really made me distant from my kids.

I was always hard and unnecessarily harsh at them, telling them that they were not good enough. I would always quarrel just to make a point when ever I and my husband were in a mutual discussion because I felt he was seeing me as a woman and may not regard my views and opinions.

Readers it was terrible and I really wanted a way out. I cried almost after exhibiting my bad attitude but when ever I tried to relax and change it turned out that I began to act timid. People would begin to ride on me as I usually would be very quite and too shy to speak up for myself.

You see low self esteem is an evil monster that one cannot get out from. Even when you want to get normal you even become more abnormal and before I knew it I would often bounce back to the other extreme (been aggressive) and I just couldn’t find the balance at all.

This struggle went on for years until…READ THE CONCLUSION HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/03/16/who-am-i-final-part/ )

Story title: FULL EXPRESSION

I have a very short and important story of my life and I promise you that you would not regret the time.

Far back when I was about 5 years old, I remember that I was living with a woman who had 3 children that were older than me.

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This woman was very wicked to me and every time I asked for my identity she would never tell me.

I grew up like that with her and her children until one day she called all of us and told us that the family company was failing. Then I was about 17 years of age. She added that that she was very sick and would want us to run the company henceforth.

I had always known that she ran 2 companies worth hundreds of millions with 400 staff each but I didn’t really know about it in details.

Normally she would segregate me from her kids anytime she had to talk about anything peculiar to her or the family but this time she gave a general speech and handed over the documents to us.

So we began to manage both companies while she stayed at home with a special nurse to look after her.

Her children never really paid attention to me. They were cruel and made me the manager and head of the security department where I would have little or no contact with the companies’ affairs. I felt bad but I assumed that their decision was based on the fact that I was the youngest rather than thinking that their actions were due to the way their mother (“Aunty” ; as I do call her) treated me.

I was positive and saw the positive part of the position they gave me.

Despite their bad behavior to me, I had an hidden desire to prove my worth to them. Perhaps it would change the way they saw me and make them accord a little respect to me.

So I decided to do…

PART 2

…some research on security and began to improve the security departments of the companies. I got the department evolved from just a community of gate men to a sector of high security tech.

The reformation was an unattainable one initially because the woman’s children who were in charge refused to release funds to me to finance it. So I began to sell some items and wash customers’ cars to raise the money I needed and with the corporation of the gatemen who believed in my vision it was successful.

Before I knew it the security of both companies became the talk of the whole place. And other companies began to pay me to do just what I did for their companies too. Before I knew it I became very successful at age 21.

On the other hand both companies had began to fail seriously due to mismanagement. Her children were not united. They fought, embezzled funds and refused to pay the staff.

I was torn between furthering my education to the higher institution first or to just open my business immediately with the 29million naira I had.

I was still thinking of it when this woman sent for us all. This time her health had really deteriorated that she had to be supported for her to move from place to place.

At the meeting she unleashed her anger on her children. Her companies were about to close down and there was no more money. After that she began to plead with me to invest some of my money into her companies. I laughed out loud and told her NEVER not after they all did to me. But she began to beg and beg. I continued to stand on my ground until she spilled the bean.

She said the companies were rightfully mine and that her 3 children were for another man and that my father (her husband) had married her with them. She said she was his cleaner and was in dire need of help then. So my father had pity on her and married her. They were married for about 6 years but she couldn’t conceive for him and then he fell sick. But a year before he fell sick another woman (my real mother) got pregnant for him but she died during the process of child birth. She said my father brought me home so she could take care of me and then few months later he died.

I was amazed at her confession but I became more angry at the way I was treated in my own father’s house. So, I stood up and walked away

2 months later I got a knock on my door. It was her eldest child and he handed over to me an envelope and said “SHE IS DEAD!”

I was really sad but not that bothered until I read the letter in the envelope. It read….TO READ THE CONCLUSION CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/03/11/full-expression-final-part/ )

Story title: 100% CHARGED

I had a list of scriptures that I confess and receive daily. It was a something I did because I knew that the Word of God was mine to receive.
I understood that no matter how busy one may be it is very important to have a time with God where I just pray in the HolySpirit, Receive God's Words, take the communion and rejoice in the finished work of Christ.
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On this particular week, I got really busy that I had to skip my time with God though I kept communing with the HolySpirit because I had the habit of always praying.
Soon Thursday night as I was with my phone, replying some chats from members of the prayer team, the Lord said to me "I don't need you to pray. Go and eat my word"
I intended to obey but I slept off. When I woke up on Friday I heard Him say the same thing. I had just started a new business and I was really busy. So I began to procrastinate till I slept off, though I kept praying and rejoicing all day.
On Saturday, I woke up with sharp pain in my chest. READ THE COMPLETE STORY HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/05/28/100-charged/ )

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Story Title: THE HIDDEN TREASURE

As we went on searching through the sea at the site where the ship had sunk, we were able to find the bodies of all the passengers who had sailed on the ship.�But Unfortunately, they were all dead. There were no survivors at all. We moved them all into our rescue ship and as that was going on, one of my co-diver said to me..�'Nike! I saw this under the water'.�
�I went closer to take a look and saw in his hand a golden box in the size of a book. It looked a little weighty and after examining it for a few second I began to feel strange about the box, like it wasn't just an ordinary box. But before I could tell Dave my feelings about the box, he tapped me and said...�'what is it bro? we are going to make so much money from this bro... '�and then I cut him in 'this belongs to one of the passengers, guy! I think we should locate the relative of the person that this box belongs to. This box looks kinda strange you know...' I said.�He gave me one strong disappointment look and said, ''alright! you can keep the damn box with you till you find the relative of the person that this box belongs to, but if you don't or in case you change your mind about returning it please inform me. Remember, I found the box okay , not you!''�It was very hard for me to fix who the box belonged to because there was no name on it and it was an unwise thing to show it to every relative that came to identify the dead passengers because it was made of gold and just any body could say it belonged to them.�Then one day as I was cleaning my house, I gave it a thought again and made up my mind to call Dave so we could sell the gold and make good money from it rather than having to leave it lie in my cupboard for nothing. So, I went to my bedroom to get my phone so I could call Dave to tell him about my decision. I tried his number a couple of times but it didn't go through so I took the box from my cupboard to examine it a little bit. As I took out the box, it suddenly fell from my hands and hit the floor very hard and behold I couldn't believe what I saw......

PART 2

The box tumbled thrice and opened up. "WOW! IT IS A BOOK" .. I exclaimed. It was a book that had a golden back with a smart lock. I picked it up and went to my study. I sat and began to read the book page by page and so I have decided to share the content with you. The book was owned my one Mrs. Grey who had also sailed on that ship.�
�According to what she wrote, she knew that the ship was going to sink and had prayed that the book would be found by some one who would fulfil the purpose for which she has written the contents in the 10 paged book.�

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�I was born in a small town 80 years ago. My parents died in a fire accident when I was 10 years old and was forced to live with my only aunt who lived in the same town.�My aunt was very cruel to me. She starved me and made me suffer. Then one day I over heard her say to one of her evil friends that she was going to sell me off as a slave.�I felt so bitter. So I ran to the basement of the house in tears for fear of been sold to severe torture.�There I cried out loud. .......�

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�If truly there is a God, show yourself to me now! Save me ! and I would serve you for the rest of my life.�But Nothing happened.... So I kept crying and then fell asleep and in my dream, I saw the Lord appear to me in a bright light. He said to me..�"I have always been with you... I love you... Please allow me into your life so you may have life and have it abundantly (enjoy life) "�and then he stroke my hair thrice with the palm of His hand.�

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�I woke up immediately and was filled with so much joy and I knew within that all would be okay. I was so sure that whatever happened, the Lord would always be by me and it felt very comforting. I didn't really know anything about God. My aunt with whom I lived with was an idol worshipper and before my parents died they went to church a few Sunday a year of which they often went late.�I felt deep within to gather up my little savings and get a few Christian Novels and a cheap bible from the Christian book store 3 streets from the house.�

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�The following day I waited till my Aunt was having her nap and then sneaked out. I explained all to the lady at the book store and told her to give me cheap books I could read that would teach me about God.�She smiled and told me that she knew that I was coming and that she got a vision the night before and was told by the Lord that you wanted to know more about Him. He told me to give you all the books you need for free. And to confirm this vision a man strolled into the shop this morning and said he was told to give me some money for a young girl who would be coming to get some books later in the day.�She handed over to me a huge......

PART 3�
poly bag full of books and a bible, kissed my head and said GOD BE WITH YOU MY DEAR. Please remember not to hide the treasure.�
�PAGE 5
�I was in awe of what I heard. I grabbed the bag, thanked her with my heart and ran home. 2 mins after I got to the house my aunt woke up and was calling on me to get her a glass of water. I was so glad that I got home just in time.�Starting from that day, I stayed up all night reading each book. Before I start I often prayed a short but sincere prayer. I told the Lord to help, guide, speak and reveal Himself to me. On the first night, I didn't seem to understand any thing but I was convinced to just read on after remembering all that the woman at the bookstore told me had happened. I noticed that despite the stressful day, I didn't feel sleepy at all until about 4 am. Even though I slept for just an hour and woke up by the usual 5 am, I felt very strong and alert through out the day.�
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�I continued every night. I learnt how to pray always , how to walk in faith etc and as I began to apply everything I read believing in the finished work of Christ, my aunt's attitude towards me began to change. She started to treat me well and soon placed me over her business. She kept telling me that I radiate and would love to know the secret but I just smiled. I jealously guarded my relationship with the Lord and believed that it was a gift from the Lord to me only.�10 years later she passed away and as I went through her belongings I saw a piece of paper where she wrote "I WISH I COULD GLOW AS GREY GLOWED"�
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�The business she handed over to me was doing so well as I applied the Supernatural to it. Then one day a close friend who seemed to have accommodation issues moved in with me. She observed that I read all night and presumed that it was my secret to the good life I had but I just smiled. I avoided talking about it. Then on the day of her wedding she handed over to me a box with a note that said "IF YOU WOULD NOT SAY IT, KEEP IT HERE". Well my friend is a very funny lady so I laughed at another joke of hers.�2 years later, I got married, but lost my husband 6 months after our 7th year marriage anniversary. Stanley loved me so much and always told me that I glowed and that everything seemed easy for me. But I just smiled as usual.�He died from a heart attack. Though he was a Christian, he suffered severe depression because things were not working well with him. Well, even though I was consigned, I never did anything about it.�WHY?
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STORY TITLE: Switch Over

Last year as I boarded a flight from Kenya to South Africa. Half way the journey, I began to hear a voice telling me that the plane was going to crash.

I kept rebuking this voice but few minutes later it was no more just a voice. It became a reality. The plane was shaking seriously and there was a very loud deafening sound. I looked around at a glance, closed my eyes and shouted “if I am here, Jesus is here. If Jesus is here, this plane cannot crash”. After saying that, nothing happened. The plane began to tumble and then I passed out.

While I passed out I saw something that I want to share with you.

I saw myself. I mean the real me. I saw myself wearing a very golden and shiny amour. Then I saw a hand with a pen writing in the air. It wrote.....

FOR THE COMPLETE STORY CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/04/24/the-identity/ )

Story Title: THE HIDDEN TREASURE

As we went on searching through the sea at the site where the ship had sunk, we were able to find the bodies of all the passengers who had sailed on the ship.�But Unfortunately, they were all dead. There were no survivors at all. We moved them all into our rescue ship and as that was going on, one of my co-diver said to me..�'Nike! I saw this under the water'.�
�I went closer to take a look and saw in his hand a golden box in the size of a book. It looked a little weighty and after examining it for a few second I began to feel strange about the box, like it wasn't just an ordinary box. But before I could tell Dave my feelings about the box, he tapped me and said...�'what is it bro? we are going to make so much money from this bro... '�and then I cut him in 'this belongs to one of the passengers, guy! I think we should locate the relative of the person that this box belongs to. This box looks kinda strange you know...' I said.�He gave me one strong disappointment look and said, ''alright! you can keep the damn box with you till you find the relative of the person that this box belongs to, but if you don't or in case you change your mind about returning it please inform me. Remember, I found the box okay , not you!''�It was very hard for me to fix who the box belonged to because there was no name on it and it was an unwise thing to show it to every relative that came to identify the dead passengers because it was made of gold and just any body could say it belonged to them.�Then one day as I was cleaning my house, I gave it a thought again and made up my mind to call Dave so we could sell the gold and make good money from it rather than having to leave it lie in my cupboard for nothing. So, I went to my bedroom to get my phone so I could call Dave to tell him about my decision. I tried his number a couple of times but it didn't go through so I took the box from my cupboard to examine it a little bit. As I took out the box, it suddenly fell from my hands and hit the floor very hard and behold I couldn't believe what I saw......

PART 2

The box tumbled thrice and opened up. "WOW! IT IS A BOOK" .. I exclaimed. It was a book that had a golden back with a smart lock. I picked it up and went to my study. I sat and began to read the book page by page and so I have decided to share the content with you. The book was owned my one Mrs. Grey who had also sailed on that ship.�
�According to what she wrote, she knew that the ship was going to sink and had prayed that the book would be found by some one who would fulfil the purpose for which she has written the contents in the 10 paged book.�

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�I was born in a small town 80 years ago. My parents died in a fire accident when I was 10 years old and was forced to live with my only aunt who lived in the same town.�My aunt was very cruel to me. She starved me and made me suffer. Then one day I over heard her say to one of her evil friends that she was going to sell me off as a slave.�I felt so bitter. So I ran to the basement of the house in tears for fear of been sold to severe torture.�There I cried out loud. .......�

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�If truly there is a God, show yourself to me now! Save me ! and I would serve you for the rest of my life.�But Nothing happened.... So I kept crying and then fell asleep and in my dream, I saw the Lord appear to me in a bright light. He said to me..�"I have always been with you... I love you... Please allow me into your life so you may have life and have it abundantly (enjoy life) "�and then he stroke my hair thrice with the palm of His hand.�

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�I woke up immediately and was filled with so much joy and I knew within that all would be okay. I was so sure that whatever happened, the Lord would always be by me and it felt very comforting. I didn't really know anything about God. My aunt with whom I lived with was an idol worshipper and before my parents died they went to church a few Sunday a year of which they often went late.�I felt deep within to gather up my little savings and get a few Christian Novels and a cheap bible from the Christian book store 3 streets from the house.�

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�The following day I waited till my Aunt was having her nap and then sneaked out. I explained all to the lady at the book store and told her to give me cheap books I could read that would teach me about God.�She smiled and told me that she knew that I was coming and that she got a vision the night before and was told by the Lord that you wanted to know more about Him. He told me to give you all the books you need for free. And to confirm this vision a man strolled into the shop this morning and said he was told to give me some money for a young girl who would be coming to get some books later in the day.�She handed over to me a huge......

PART 3�
poly bag full of books and a bible, kissed my head and said GOD BE WITH YOU MY DEAR. Please remember not to hide the treasure.�
�PAGE 5
�I was in awe of what I heard. I grabbed the bag, thanked her with my heart and ran home. 2 mins after I got to the house my aunt woke up and was calling on me to get her a glass of water. I was so glad that I got home just in time.�Starting from that day, I stayed up all night reading each book. Before I start I often prayed a short but sincere prayer. I told the Lord to help, guide, speak and reveal Himself to me. On the first night, I didn't seem to understand any thing but I was convinced to just read on after remembering all that the woman at the bookstore told me had happened. I noticed that despite the stressful day, I didn't feel sleepy at all until about 4 am. Even though I slept for just an hour and woke up by the usual 5 am, I felt very strong and alert through out the day.�
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�I continued every night. I learnt how to pray always , how to walk in faith etc and as I began to apply everything I read believing in the finished work of Christ, my aunt's attitude towards me began to change. She started to treat me well and soon placed me over her business. She kept telling me that I radiate and would love to know the secret but I just smiled. I jealously guarded my relationship with the Lord and believed that it was a gift from the Lord to me only.�10 years later she passed away and as I went through her belongings I saw a piece of paper where she wrote "I WISH I COULD GLOW AS GREY GLOWED"�
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�The business she handed over to me was doing so well as I applied the Supernatural to it. Then one day a close friend who seemed to have accommodation issues moved in with me. She observed that I read all night and presumed that it was my secret to the good life I had but I just smiled. I avoided talking about it. Then on the day of her wedding she handed over to me a box with a note that said "IF YOU WOULD NOT SAY IT, KEEP IT HERE". Well my friend is a very funny lady so I laughed at another joke of hers.�2 years later, I got married, but lost my husband 6 months after our 7th year marriage anniversary. Stanley loved me so much and always told me that I glowed and that everything seemed easy for me. But I just smiled as usual.�He died from a heart attack. Though he was a Christian, he suffered severe depression because things were not working well with him. Well, even though I was consigned, I never did anything about it.�WHY?
TO READ THE LAST PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/01/15/the-hidden-treasure-final-part/ )

Story title: IT’S UNCONDITIONAL

2 weeks ago, I was on my way to work but after driving a few kilometres I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten a very important file at home so, I quickly turned around and then drove back home.

When I got home I found my lovely wife preparing something in the kitchen. Perhaps it was my launch because we had already had breakfast that morning. So I hurriedly grabbed the file lying on our bed. As I was about to leave the room in a haste, I noticed that my wife had left the medicine bowl on the bed very close to our 9 months old son so, I called at her in the kitchen to remind her to take the medicine bowl from the bed to the table because it seemed like she might have forgotten or may have been carried away with the cooking at kitchen.

My wife is a very good woman. She’s very hardworking, caring and neat. But during the 2 years of our marriage before the arrival of our baby boy, I noticed that she could forget just anything down to leaving the taps running, leaving the iron plugged, leaving the gate opened, leaving her keys in the car and even burning foods if she ever got distracted from the kitchen. Because I love and respect her I have been able to identify this weakness of hers so I help her by getting to remind her over everything possible. Sometimes I get to call her from work to make her inspect the house to see if she had not forgotten anything and to ensure that everything was in order. I never scold her rather I help in love.

Though when we newly got married we quarrelled about it a lot until I got to understand that what she needed was support. I should not quite my marriage just because my wife is very forgetful so I decided to focus on her good parts, tolerate and help her weaknesses.

Thirty minutes after I got to the office, I got a call from my wife. It was very strange

PART 2

for her to call me when it wasn’t my break but I couldn’t take the call because I was having a serious conversation with my boss and a few other colleagues. So I made up my mind to call her once we were done but she kept on calling.

ALSO READ PART 1

20 minutes later, the meeting was done so I hurriedly called back. It didn’t even ring twice before she picked. I could sense a panic in her voice as she told me to hurry down to the hospital as soon as I could. I tried to ask her what the problem was but she didn’t say. She ended the call by saying “hurryyyyyyyy….”

So I told my secretary that I was going to the hospital and that I had an emergency to handle and then zoomed off.

On getting to the hospital I saw my wife in tears. She didn’t say a word to me about what happened rather she directed me to the doctor’s office. I was a little aggravated because of the suspense but I managed to keep it all together as I opened the door to the doctor’s office.

He started with greetings and then began to narrate a story to me…..

“According to your wife, 5 minutes after you left for work she went to the baby in the room to feed him as she was preparing his food in the kitchen at the time you saw her. As she prepared him to eat, she noticed a strange smell around him and after observing him for awhile she noticed that… TO READ THE VERY LAST PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/01/08/its-unconditional-final-part/ )

Story Title: LOOK AWAY

My name is Lawrence. It was around 9pm in the night and I was about to go to bed. My wife and the kids were already in bed. The TV was on and as I walked towards it so I could turn it off, I realized that a message by Kenneth Hagin was on broadcast. So I stopped to see if it was a broadcast that I had watched previously. As I gazed, I saw a middle aged woman walk towards the altar to give a testimony. It was an interesting one and it went thus:

Last week, my husband brought me to church so I could be prayed for. I had cancer. It was so severe that he had to carry me everywhere because I had no strength at all. When Pastor Kenneth Hagin touched me and prayed for me, I screamed ” THAT’S IT” as I fell to the floor by the power of the HolySpirit”

ALSO READ THE PREVIOUS STORY “Confidence in War”

My husband carried me back home and the next morning he carried me from the bed to the dining table to take breakfast. As I sat down to eat, I suddenly began to laugh and laugh….

Out of curiosity My husband asked me why I was laughing and I told him “I am laughing at the The devil because he still thinks I’ve got cancer”

……..and then a power outrage happened.

I didn’t get to hear the full testimony but, I learnt from it and kept thinking on the little I had watched.

I didn’t know that my kids had put a large wooden stool on the way and as I was trying to find my way in the dark, around the living room, I walked into it. I had hit the big toe of my left foot so hard on it.

I screamed very loud but then I was surprised at what I had said. Instead of screaming ” Oh….. my toe… I broke my toe… it’s bleeding” , rather I screamed “Jesus….Hallelujah…………jah….. Glory to God “.

Well, I believe what you let into you, forms within you and also has a great influence on your actions. “Perhaps the testimony had rubbed off on me” …I thought. Even the Bible says “Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks” so its best to fill your thoughts / mind and condition it with the Word.

I actually leaped to bed and by the time I got up the next day, it was as if a little demon had sat beside my foot, just waiting for me to wake up. TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/05/19/look-away/ )

Story title: HOW WE ROLL

I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.

I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.

She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.

But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.

“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.

“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”

2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.

It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections.

PART 2

….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.

I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.

I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.

I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …

As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.

So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”

At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”

She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”

I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her…

I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.

I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.

So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.

She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.

That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.

Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations

Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.

Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.

I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.

I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.

This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:

“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.

In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.

Our currency is FAITH and our authority is exercised through praying fervently in tongues and constant confession of what we want to see happen or given to us.

Now I am not talking about becoming a Christian. I am actually talking about…. TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/09/how-we-roll-final-part/ )

STORY TITLE: Confidence in War

I am a youth corper in Nigeria (at the time I sent this story).�I was posted to Rivers state to serve my country. It was a bit hectic because at that time I was a nursing mother. I just wanted to get done with this phase. I crossed my heart to face the stress and trusted God to make it easy for me. Glory to God, He did make it easy for me.��The lady who was in charge of the local government area I was under happened to be a very very mean person. She treated nursing mothers and pregnant ladies unfairly. She was well known for tormenting youth corpers and making them serve extensions till she is satisfied with dealing with them. In summary she was really wicked. I heard about her but I ignored it because I felt I had no reason to get into her trouble. I felt I had a good character and was also ready to do all she said to the best of my ability.�But I thought wrong. On my first encounter ...... TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/05/05/confidence-in-war/ )

Story Title: A GIFT TO ME - a true life story

I am a preacher and I have been into ministry for about 20 years. During the first 10years of my ministry, nothing spectacular happened. It was just mainly preaching and it seemed as though I was under a closed heaven.

5 years into my ministry I decided to get married. I felt, Perhaps things would get better. Lo and behold, on the day of our wedding, exactly at the time I and my lovely wife were joined, my eyes suddenly opened and I saw a big angel descending towards us as we knelt before the altar.

I could still see the angel for about 2 mins. I watched him put his large hands on me and my bride.

I knew that this angel had come to help us so I was filled with gladness and joy. My expectations rose and I was certain that things had changed positively for me.

On that day we got a lot of cash gifts that amounted to 1 million naira aside other lovely items that were handed over to us as presents.

For the first 3 months, I smiled although until the 4th month of my marriage where it looked as if the well we were drinking from suddenly dried up. We were visited by armed robbers and they took all we had in the house. We couldn’t bring ourselves to live in that house anymore because of the emotional trauma we faced so we became homeless.

I lived on the street while my wife went to work as a nanny. We were working very had so we could some money to start all over

After going through homelessness and hardship for 1 year and months without any progress, I decided to TO READ THE REST OF THE STORY CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/05/03/a-gift-to-me/ )

STORY TITLE: Ignorant Slave

I woke up with excruciating pains all over my body. It felt like 3 bags of rice had been kept on me for the whole day. As I worried about the pain, I suddenly got conscious of the environment I was in. I realized that I was lying on the hard concrete floor of my master’s pig house. So I got up to speak with anyone around who could possibly tell me how I got there and why my body ached severely.



I saw one of my Master’s maids by the well so I rushed toward her, leaping all the way to where she stood. As soon as she sighted me, she jumped with deep excitement. She kept shouting “you are alive!” after which she told me that I had been lying there for 2 days, after our Master had ordered his guards, to beat me up for waking up late. She said I couldn’t take all the beating, so I passed out and was left to lie there unconscious at the pig house.

on hearing her narration, I was moved into tears and I began to weep bitterly. I had spent 17 years of my life in severe torture from that cruel man.

Sometimes I was made to work very hard and then left without food, till the following day. Eventually, when I am given food to eat, I was often served either spoilt or over spiced food. In fact, I get to eat good food only in rare occasions when any of the maids could sneak some to me without having to get caught.

All my life I had been a slave. I don’t know where my parents or relatives are. The only day I summoned courage to ask my Master how I got to his house, he beat the hell out of me and starved me for 3 days. But he told me that he picked me up from street and that I was abandoned there by whoever had me, when I was 2 years old. He told me to be very grateful to him for saving me from the street where I would have died a long time ago.

Well, it would have been better for him to leave me on the streets rather that turning me into a slave. It’s better to die once and for all in the streets than to die everyday in a Mansion. My Master….

PART 2

lives in a mansion with a wife and a 10 year old son, a sister and her son who is 14 years old.

He is a very wealthy man and has all the good things of life. But there’s something strange about him, which is the source of his wealth.

Ever since I had known him, he has never gone to work, never taken any job and never done any business. He spends his time touring from one country to another and whenever he is around, he stays full time at home.

His wife is 10 times as cruel as he is. She never lays her hands on anything. She has a maid for everything. His son and nephew are spoilt brats while is sister is a 100 times wicked to me than he is.

I was still standing by the dirty well, where only we the servants, were made to drink from, while his animals get full access to tap water.

Several times, I had attempted to run away but somehow, the police always finds me and returns me back to him.

After a while of standing beside that well still thinking of what to do, I decided to commit suicide. I considered it the best option because, I was very tired of living, and could no longer take the torture anymore.

Just then, I heard a very loud sound from the gate. It sounded like a horn or maybe a trumpet, and then the entire environment was filled with serious noise. I heard the sound of cars, I could hear screams and shouts, I could hear broken glasses and door bangs.

It wasn’t any of my concern but out of curiosity, I decided to go find out what the noise and chaos was about.

On getting to the front of the main building, I saw a lot of cars parked just in front of the house; about 50 of them. I saw my Master’s son lying dead and still surprised I saw My Master, his wife, his sister and the maids crying l on their knees begging one white-beard old man.

This old man looked very rich and powerful. Infact, he looked like a king. His clothes were very fine and expensive and he was accompanied by a lot of nice looking servants, followers etc.

Immediately I got there, one of his guards rushed to me. He said “here’s another one of them. Another bastard. You all will pay dearly for losing the only heir”

He dragged me to the floor and hit me hard. I looked to my master and I saw that he was looking straight at me with so much anger then he screamed out, “because of you I have lost my only son.”

Then he hit his sister from behind and they began to quarrel and fight. The old man didn’t do anything rather, he watched them keenly and after about 30 minutes, he told them to say what they had to say and that he was ready to kill all of them for not watching over his son and allowing him get hit by a car.

When my master’s sister heard that they’ll all be killed if they don’t say the truth about the his son’s whereabouts, she began to confess.

“…Sir please spare my life. What I told you was a lie.

Your son was never… TO READ THE CONCLUDING PART PLEASE CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/05/ignorant-slave-final-part/ )

Story title: HOW WE ROLL by Otistories.com

I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.

I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.

She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.

But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.

“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.

“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”

2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.

It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections.

PART 2

….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.

I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.

I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.

I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …

As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.

So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”

At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”

She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”

I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her…

I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.

I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.

So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.

She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.

That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.

Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations

Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.

Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.

I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.

I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.

This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:

“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.

In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.

Our currency is FAITH and our authority is exercised through praying fervently in tongues and constant confession of what we want to see happen or given to us.

Now I am not talking about becoming a Christian. I am actually talking about…. TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/09/how-we-roll-final-part/ )

Story title: HOW WE ROLL

I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.

I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.

She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.

But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.

“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.

“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”

2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.

It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections.

PART 2

….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.

I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.

I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.

I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …

As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.

So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”

At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”

She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”

I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her…

I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.

I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.

So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.

She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.

That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.

Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations

Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.

Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.

I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.

I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.

This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:

“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.

In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.

Our currency is FAITH and our authority is exercised through praying fervently in tongues and constant confession of what we want to see happen or given to us.

Now I am not talking about becoming a Christian. I am actually talking about…. TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/09/how-we-roll-final-part/ )

Story title: HOW WE ROLL

I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.

I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.

She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.

But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.

“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.

“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”

2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.

It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections.

PART 2

….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.

I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.

I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.

I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …

As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.

So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”

At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”

She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”

I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her…

I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.

I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.

So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.

She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.

That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.

Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations

Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.

Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.

I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.

I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.

This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:

“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.

In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.

Our currency is FAITH and our authority is exercised through praying fervently in tongues and constant confession of what we want to see happen or given to us.

Now I am not talking about becoming a Christian. I am actually talking about…. TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/09/how-we-roll-final-part/ )

Story title: HOW WE ROLL

I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.

I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.

She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.

But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.

“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.

“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”

2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.

It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections.

PART 2

….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.

I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.

I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.

I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …

As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.

So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”

At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”

She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”

I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her…

I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.

I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.

So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.

She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.

That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.

Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations

Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.

Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.

I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.

I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.

This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:

“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.

In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.

Our currency is FAITH and our authority is exercised through praying fervently in tongues and constant confession of what we want to see happen or given to us.

Now I am not talking about becoming a Christian. I am actually talking about…. TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/09/how-we-roll-final-part/ )

Story title: HOW WE ROLL

I met Brenda 3 months ago. She was newly employed into our firm. Though it’s normal for old staff to familiarize with new ones just to make them feel comfortable my reason for going close to Brenda was entirely different.

I didn’t love her rather there was something I wanted to find out about her.

She was employed with ordinary OND qualification and was the least qualified of all who applied for that job.

But it would amaze you more that not only did she get employed, her employment letter was back dated with 5 years and all the salaries she would have received in those 5 years including allowances and promotions were given to her.

“Who is this Brenda?” I thought to myself.

“What did she do and who did she sleep with to get all these?”

2 weeks into her resumption, she was given another promotion letter. That made her a manager of my rank.

It was then I really proposed in my heart to find the root of Brenda’s connections.

PART 2

….I am a runs girl. I know the inner caucus of getting what you want with what you have but never ever have I experienced what Brenda experienced.

I went to the CEO who I had slept with over 5 times just to beg him for promotions of which he failed me most of the time just because he didn’t want a scandal in his name.

I booked a night with him just to persuade him to tell me all Brenda had done, if he had been sleeping with her and if she was better than me but he kept saying she did nothing and that he just knew deep down that she deserved it despite her low qualification.

I became more furious so I started going closer to her. I got her gifts, I paid her visits, I invited her to the movies with me, I was so caring to her etc and in no time we became very close friends …

As I did all those, I was very observant just to pick out facts and tips about her life.

So one day I asked her “How did you do it Brenda? Tell me the secret…”

At first she didn’t seem to understand so I explained further by asking her how she got employed in the first place and how she got the company to do all those great stuff for her”

She smiled and replied, ” Oh! That? I belong to the Supreme class of the society girl”

I didn’t say a word after that. My jealousy grew after that statement. I knew that we had the third class, middle class, and first class, so what did she mean by supreme class? To me I felt she was showing off and trying to tell me she’s a lot better than me a Masters Holder. So I planned to kill her…

I tried to poison her twice. The first time, I got food from an eatery, placed the poison inside and gave it to her at the office. She ate the food but after about 5 minutes she threw up.

I wasn’t there but she told me the next day that the food I got from the eatery had a nasty taste and that it made her throw up. She advices me not to get anything from that eatery for her again.

So the next time I used a bottle of drink. I made home made juice from my house and took some to her one particular Saturday.

She drank it and after waiting for about 10 minutes to ensure that she didn’t throw up, I left. I was so excited that I couldn’t wait till Monday to get the “good news” of her death.

That morning I rushed to work very early. I was so sure that she may had died in her house unnoticed so I began to tell my colleagues at work that had I sensed something wrong had happened to Brenda and that they should call to confirm her wellbeing.

Out of curiosity they called and Boom! her lines were switched off. There was chaos everywhere as they started to enquire if anyone knew where she lived. One of them said she knows I visit Brenda often but I denied it. I told her that we only meet in eateries and special locations

Work resumed by 8am and Brenda hadn’t showed up yet. At around 10 am we saw someone like Brenda running in. She was all sweaty and panting all the way.

Everyone hailed me for having a sensitive spirit. Some called “Spiro” others called me “prophetess”. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with Brenda. Well, what ever it was, I didn’t expect to see her alive. In short, I was highly disappointed.

I was so cold towards her. I heard her tell other colleagues that she had come late because of a traffic jam and that she had to trek a far distance in other to meet up. She also said that her phone had generated a fault over the weekend and was currently with a phone repairer which made her line unavailable.

I wasn’t my self through out that day. So the next Saturday, I paid her another visit.

This time I opened up to her. I told her everything and begged for her forgiveness. This was what she told me:

“I am not aware of all you have been doing against me but what I said is the truth not a show off. I belong to the Supreme Class.

In the society we have 3rd class, 2nd class and 1st class but there is a more superior class but only few people operate there. In that class we don’t get anything by merit because we are far above the systems of the society. We are not limited to our pay check. We don’t work for money rather money comes to us. We can buy and fix anything without paying for it. Yes it sounds impossible and that is the reason why only few people operate at this class.

Our currency is FAITH and our authority is exercised through praying fervently in tongues and constant confession of what we want to see happen or given to us.

Now I am not talking about becoming a Christian. I am actually talking about…. TO READ THE FINAL PART CLICK HERE ( https://otistories.com/2018/02/09/how-we-roll-final-part/ )