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I got into a big trouble in the course of my side business, I had just been duped of a clients money plus a lot of other complications that followed. Was reported to the police, got arrested and couldn't get anyone to bail me so I went from court to prison (Awaiting trial) and I spent 8months.
While I was in prison, I met a couple of Mad people, one of them exhibited the kind of traits my brother exhibited.
At this time, I was so worried about him and how he will survive and all. I would pray, think about him and my heart will skip.
One day, the Holy spirit said to me, help these mad people here and ur brother at home will find help.
There was this particular girl that I became close to.
She was mentally ill, exhibited all sort of odd behaviours and worse off, eats poo. I took particular interest in her cus she reminded me of my brother at home. I would supervise the cloths she would wear, she will tell me sometimes that she was seeing people and they were talking to her and telling her to do odd things like hit her head on the wall over and over.
One day, I held her hand, prayed for her, got her born again( She was a Muslim), got her to start going to church and also to read Psalm 91 every night before she sleeps.

A few weeks after that experience with this girl, my case was called off and I was released from prison.
I was so scared to go home because feed backs I got said my brother was angry and would most times chase away people I sent to check on him. Now , for over 5months, my brother slipped into a state where his speech was affected and he stopped talking.
He never said a word for over 5months(that's before prison).
But when I got home, I met my brother in a different state.
He greeted me, welcomed me and was cleaning the house when I got home that morning.
He spoke to me and I almost fainted.
At this point, he had been informed about my predicament and so he was talking to me like how did it go and all.
I was literally shaking.

Then my friends began to tell me how the Pastor of the Estate branch of my church took him for a deliverance programme in my church and one of the ministering Pastors discerned his case, called him out and prayed for him. My brother got baptised in that program and that was how it all ended. My brother became completely whole I was told he even testified.
Now he says he wants to go back to school, he needs new cloths and shoes.
Like he communicates well.

The same way I came here to post about it, seeking help, I have come here to encourage someone that there is nothing God cannot do.
I remember some people said I should leave him to roam, others said I should leave him and run away and continue my life.
One of the things I told my self was, I will never leave him and run away, I know the sacrifices my brother made for me. I love him so much.
There are times I felt like drinking sniper cus it felt like all was too much, I would just think about my brother and that was about the only thing that stopped me from ending my life.


I'm so grateful to God.
When I became weak, couldn't find words to pray again, God was my strength.
He gave me wonderful people, both in and out of prison that encouraged me.
I've been trying to get back on my feet again.
I lost a lot during my time in prison, Our rent is over 4 Months due, I am like down to nothing, I don't know what 25th December will look like for us but in all, I am so thankful. My greatest joy is that is that Emmanuel made it through and is well.
Only Jesus could have done this.
I'd post a few pictures for proof.
I currently don't have Recent pictures of Emmanuel but the one I posted with two of us in it is what he looks like now. The picture is from before the illness took a toll and left him like ribs and bones.

(Let me also add that a few weeks after I left prison, I meet back to visit, I asked for the mad girl and feedback I got was that she was no longer eating poo, she had improved greatly and no longer exhibits odd behaviours. And a month ago, she was released from prison.)

Cc Dominique sissy3 Royalroy please front page. Let someone be encouraged

Loannes Mrstheo benita27 ameenahz thank you guys for your kind words when I earlier posted about the issue last year

Cc:
lalasticlala
ishilove

How God healed my younger brother of schschizophrenia -Mental illness. (Long read).

Hi everyone, I want to share with us how my brother got healed of Schizophrenia.
I remember coming here to seek for help some time ago when I was really overwhelmed and at the brink of giving up.
The same way I came here to complain, I want to also come here to give God the gratitude for coming tru for my brother and to let someone out there know that God works.

Some time in 2015, I was at work one of those days, at this time, my kid brother was working on late dad's death certificate and all the supporting documents.
We had just buried my dad and being the next of kin, He had to run around the post burial process while I returned back to work.
He was supposed to join me later.
Then I got a text message, " Your brother Emma is now mad".

That message was the beginning of a hell of a journey.

I sent for him to be sent to me at my then base from Akwaibom.
When I saw my brother, he looked like a shadow of himself.
My brother was looking like a bag of bones.
Eyes deep in the socket, I could count his ribs and all.
Then he kept saying " They want to kill me, after all my hardwork, they don't want to give me my right".
He would not sleep at night, he will pace the house round and round, he will carry his back pack bag once it's dawn, wear a shirt, boxers and bathroom slippers and say he is going out. He will roam the whole neighbourhood, come back at night.

Emma is a very hardworking guy, after JAMB, he learnt how to screed and paint while waiting for his results just so he won't be idle.
When his first JAMB didn't favour him, he went to work with construction firms and was supporting the house financially.
So even in the mental state, Emma will never stay at home once it's day break.

About 3weeks after he joined me, I got transferred to Lagos at my office so I moved with Emma.
Being the eldest of 3 of us from Mum, I was responsible for him plus we have not had help coming from relatives in the past, so I Didn't think It was necessary to involve them.

Back in Lagos, The illness was beginning to get worse, I had increased my prayer intensity more than before.
Sometimes, my brother will go out, always with his backpack, will come back with loads of Nylons, papers and all, then he will show me pictures from the papers and say stuffs like " they are looking for me in UBA, I am now famous, UBA wants to employ me".
I'd cry , I'd pray, go to work and all.
I applied for my leave so I'd be able to find help for Emmanuel.

One of my uncles got to find out about Emma's condition and called me and of course was lambasting me and all, then he told me to send Emma to him in PH. That he will take care of Emma, that I don't know how to take care of Emma, that in 6 months, I'd see the difference and blah.
I was so happy to get a helping hand after a few months. To cut this part short, 2weeks after, he sent Emmanuel back to me and said, he couldn't continue, that he was my cross and I shud carry it. Of course while Emma was with him, I was sending money for his upkeep and medicals cus this uncle is not financially buoyant.

As the months passed by, Emmanuel was getting worse, it seemed like his nerves were failing cus of the many walkabouts, restlessness and all.
So he was becoming slow.

We got into a phase were he was like on pause mode. He will stand or sit or stay on a spot for over 7hrs no moving.
I may leave him to work in front of the mirror and come back to meet him there, his food untouched. If I touch him, will just fall like a lifeless stick.
Then I'd just quickly boil water, massage himwith balms, feed him and let him sleep.
He had also began to wee on himself.

It was time to seek Medical help.
I had saved up a little money as I earlier heard that psychiatric hospitals were expensive.

Now Emma had gotten to a stage where he will fall into unconsciousness for a whole day. I'd just give him salt and sprite solution just to keep some sugar in his system while in that state.

I took him to Yaba psychiatric Hospital at this point and he was admitted at the Emergency ward. A patient can stay 3 days here for the Doctors to Examine them and advice
further action.
Through out the 3days, Emma was on drip and unconscious. Then the DoDocts on the 3rd day said they couldn't give him fill admission unless I got an MRI report.
At this point, I was over spent. 3 days in the emergency ward cost 50k, and we were there at the emergency ward 2wice. Excluding other expenses. I was literally begging for him to be admitted on full time basis where I would spend 50k monthly for his accommodation there. I didn't mind , I just wanted my brother to be fine.
Of course the Doctors said they couldn't continue unless I got an MRI.
Being over spent at the point, I couldn't afford the MRI so the other option was to take him home and bring him from home. We were given some drugs.
Being on the drugs, he became violent.

The drugs were able to keep him conscience and a little mentally stable but wasn't for long.
In times when he would be himself, he would tell me to stop giving him those drugs that they were altering his thoughts and all.
Confused as I was, I continued, I would even hide it in drinks. As long as they will keep him conscious.

One day, I brought the drugs to him, in drink. With his food, he tasted and and discovered.
The next thing, was a slap, then another, then another, he attacked me like he never had done in his entire life. The point he picked a power bank to hit my head, I ran out of the house.
From my neighbours house, I could hear sounds of breaking and scattering. He was tearing the room apart.
That was the last time I ever gave him those drugs again(July last year).

He was fine for a few days, then he began to relapse and became worse off.
He will wee, take odd positions for long and all the odd stuff.

The stress Being there for him was beginning to tell on me. I'd have to bath him, cloth him. Feed him before and after work.
My job was a Monday to Saturday job and it got to a point
I had to choose btwn him and work and so I tendered my resignation.
I was going to keep up with a little side business that will give me more time.

Of course things were becoming gradually tougher

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I took him to Yaba psychiatric Hospital at this point and he was admitted at the Emergency ward. A patient can stay 3 days here for the Doctors to Examine them and advice
further action.
Through out the 3days, Emma was on drip and unconscious. Then the DoDocts on the 3rd day said they couldn't give him fill admission unless I got an MRI report.
At this point, I was over spent. 3 days in the emergency ward cost 50k, and we were there at the emergency ward 2wice. Excluding other expenses. I was literally begging for him to be admitted on full time basis where I would spend 50k monthly for his accommodation there. I didn't mind , I just wanted my brother to be fine.
Of course the Doctors said they couldn't continue unless I got an MRI.
Being over spent at the point, I couldn't afford the MRI so the other option was to take him home and bring him from home. We were given some drugs.
Being on the drugs, he became violent.

The drugs were able to keep him conscience and a little mentally stable but wasn't for long.
In times when he would be himself, he would tell me to stop giving him those drugs that they were altering his thoughts and all.
Confused as I was, I continued, I would even hide it in drinks. As long as they will keep him conscious.

One day, I brought the drugs to him, in drink. With his food, he tasted and and discovered.
The next thing, was a slap, then another, then another, he attacked me like he never had done in his entire life. The point he picked a power bank to hit my head, I ran out of the house.
From my neighbours house, I could hear sounds of breaking and scattering. He was tearing the room apart.
That was the last time I ever gave him those drugs again(July last year).

He was fine for a few days, then he began to relapse and became worse off.
He will wee, take odd positions for long and all the odd stuff.

The stress Being there for him was beginning to tell on me. I'd have to bath him, cloth him. Feed him before and after work.
My job was a Monday to Saturday job and it got to a point
I had to choose btwn him and work and so I tendered my resignation.
I was going to keep up with a little side business that will give me more time.

Of course things were becoming gradually tougher.

I got into a big trouble in the course of my side business, I had just been duped of a clients money plus a lot of other complications that followed. Was reported to the police, got arrested and couldn't get anyone to bail me so I went from court to prison (Awaiting trial) and I spent 8months.
While I was in prison, I met a couple of Mad people, one of them exhibited the kind of traits my brother exhibited.
At this time, I was so worried about him and how he will survive and all. I would pray, think about him and my heart will skip.
One day, the Holy spirit said to me, help these mad people here and ur brother at home will find help.
There was this particular girl that I became close to.
She was mentally ill, exhibited all sort of odd behaviours and worse off, eats poo. I took particular interest in her cus she reminded me of my brother at home. I would supervise the cloths she would wear, she will tell me sometimes that she was seeing people and they were talking to her and telling her to do odd things like hit her head on the wall over and over.
One day, I held her hand, prayed for her, got her born again( She was a Muslim), got her to start going to church and also to read Psalm 91 every night before she sleeps.

A few weeks after that experience with this girl, my case was called off and I was released from prison.
I was so scared to go home because feed backs I got said my brother was angry and would most times chase away people I sent to check on him. Now , for over 5months, my brother slipped into a state where his speech was affected and he stopped talking.
He never said a word for over 5months(that's before prison).
But when I got home, I met my brother in a different state.
He greeted me, welcomed me and was cleaning the house when I got home that morning.
He spoke to me and I almost fainted.
At this point, he had been informed about my predicament and so he was talking to me like how did it go and all.
I was literally shaking.

Then my friends began to tell me how the Pastor of the Estate branch of my church took him for a deliverance programme in my church and one of the ministering Pastors discerned his case, called him out and prayed for him. My brother got baptised in that program and that was how it all ended. My brother became completely whole I was told he even testified.
Now he says he wants to go back to school, he needs new cloths and shoes.
Like he communicates well.

The same way I came here to post about it, seeking help, I have come here to encourage someone that there is nothing God cannot do.
I remember some people said I should leave him to roam, others said I should leave him and run away and continue my life.
One of the things I told my self was, I will never leave him and run away, I know the sacrifices my brother made for me. I love him so much.
There are times I felt like drinking sniper cus it felt like all was too much, I would just think about my brother and that was about the only thing that stopped me from ending my life.


I'm so grateful to God.
When I became weak, couldn't find words to pray again, God was my strength.
He gave me wonderful people, both in and out of prison that encouraged me.
I've been trying to get back on my feet again.
I lost a lot during my time in prison, Our rent is over 4 Months due, I am like down to nothing, I don't know what 25th December will look like for us but in all, I am so thankful. My greatest joy is that is that Emmanuel made it through and is well.
Only Jesus could have done this.
I'd post a few pictures for proof.
I currently don't have Recent pictures of Emmanuel but the one I posted with two of us in it is what he looks like now. The picture is from before the illness took a toll and left him like ribs and bones.

(Let me also add that a few weeks after I left prison, I meet back to visit, I asked for the mad girl and feedback I got was that she was no longer eating poo, she had improved greatly and no longer exhibits odd behaviours. And a month ago, she was released from prison.)

Cc Dominique sissy3 Royalroy please front page. Let someone be encouraged

Loannes Mrstheo benita27 ameenahz thank you guys for your kind words when I earlier posted about the issue last year

Cc:
lalasticlala
ishilove

How God healed my younger brother of schschizophrenia -Mental illness. (Long read).

Hi everyone, I want to share with us how my brother got healed of Schizophrenia.
I remember coming here to seek for help some time ago when I was really overwhelmed and at the brink of giving up.
The same way I came here to complain, I want to also come here to give God the gratitude for coming tru for my brother and to let someone out there know that God works.

Some time in 2015, I was at work one of those days, at this time, my kid brother was working on late dad's death certificate and all the supporting documents.
We had just buried my dad and being the next of kin, He had to run around the post burial process while I returned back to work.
He was supposed to join me later.
Then I got a text message, " Your brother Emma is now mad".

That message was the beginning of a hell of a journey.

I sent for him to be sent to me at my then base from Akwaibom.
When I saw my brother, he looked like a shadow of himself.
My brother was looking like a bag of bones.
Eyes deep in the socket, I could count his ribs and all.
Then he kept saying " They want to kill me, after all my hardwork, they don't want to give me my right".
He would not sleep at night, he will pace the house round and round, he will carry his back pack bag once it's dawn, wear a shirt, boxers and bathroom slippers and say he is going out. He will roam the whole neighbourhood, come back at night.

Emma is a very hardworking guy, after JAMB, he learnt how to screed and paint while waiting for his results just so he won't be idle.
When his first JAMB didn't favour him, he went to work with construction firms and was supporting the house financially.
So even in the mental state, Emma will never stay at home once it's day break.

About 3weeks after he joined me, I got transferred to Lagos at my office so I moved with Emma.
Being the eldest of 3 of us from Mum, I was responsible for him plus we have not had help coming from relatives in the past, so I Didn't think It was necessary to involve them.

Back in Lagos, The illness was beginning to get worse, I had increased my prayer intensity more than before.
Sometimes, my brother will go out, always with his backpack, will come back with loads of Nylons, papers and all, then he will show me pictures from the papers and say stuffs like " they are looking for me in UBA, I am now famous, UBA wants to employ me".
I'd cry , I'd pray, go to work and all.
I applied for my leave so I'd be able to find help for Emmanuel.

One of my uncles got to find out about Emma's condition and called me and of course was lambasting me and all, then he told me to send Emma to him in PH. That he will take care of Emma, that I don't know how to take care of Emma, that in 6 months, I'd see the difference and blah.
I was so happy to get a helping hand after a few months. To cut this part short, 2weeks after, he sent Emmanuel back to me and said, he couldn't continue, that he was my cross and I shud carry it. Of course while Emma was with him, I was sending money for his upkeep and medicals cus this uncle is not financially buoyant.

As the months passed by, Emmanuel was getting worse, it seemed like his nerves were failing cus of the many walkabouts, restlessness and all.
So he was becoming slow.

We got into a phase were he was like on pause mode. He will stand or sit or stay on a spot for over 7hrs no moving.
I may leave him to work in front of the mirror and come back to meet him there, his food untouched. If I touch him, will just fall like a lifeless stick.
Then I'd just quickly boil water, massage himwith balms, feed him and let him sleep.
He had also began to wee on himself.

It was time to seek Medical help.
I had saved up a little money as I earlier heard that psychiatric hospitals were expensive.

Now Emma had gotten to a stage where he will fall into unconsciousness for a whole day. I'd just give him salt and sprite solution just to keep some sugar in his system while in that state.

Mariangeles:
God bless you, bless you , bless you in manifolds for what you did for your brother !

Standing by him through trying times...what manner of love is this ??
You inspire me !
You have a big heart !

Words fail me at this moment...

If you want, you can drop your account details so whoever wants to can help in any little way we can to help you back on your feet !

YOU ARE NOT ALONE !

Thanks a lot.
I'm just so happy that I waited.
God!!. There were nights when I'd wake up to check in btwn if he was still breathing and I'd say to myself, as long as you still breathe, I'd stay here.

Account Details
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sonofthunder:
congrats.....

Thanks

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I took him to Yaba psychiatric Hospital at this point and he was admitted at the Emergency ward. A patient can stay 3 days here for the Doctors to Examine them and advice
further action.
Through out the 3days, Emma was on drip and unconscious. Then the DoDocts on the 3rd day said they couldn't give him fill admission unless I got an MRI report.
At this point, I was over spent. 3 days in the emergency ward cost 50k, and we were there at the emergency ward 2wice. Excluding other expenses. I was literally begging for him to be admitted on full time basis where I would spend 50k monthly for his accommodation there. I didn't mind , I just wanted my brother to be fine.
Of course the Doctors said they couldn't continue unless I got an MRI.
Being over spent at the point, I couldn't afford the MRI so the other option was to take him home and bring him from home. We were given some drugs.
Being on the drugs, he became violent.

The drugs were able to keep him conscience and a little mentally stable but wasn't for long.
In times when he would be himself, he would tell me to stop giving him those drugs that they were altering his thoughts and all.
Confused as I was, I continued, I would even hide it in drinks. As long as they will keep him conscious.

One day, I brought the drugs to him, in drink. With his food, he tasted and and discovered.
The next thing, was a slap, then another, then another, he attacked me like he never had done in his entire life. The point he picked a power bank to hit my head, I ran out of the house.
From my neighbours house, I could hear sounds of breaking and scattering. He was tearing the room apart.
That was the last time I ever gave him those drugs again(July last year).

He was fine for a few days, then he began to relapse and became worse off.
He will wee, take odd positions for long and all the odd stuff.

The stress Being there for him was beginning to tell on me. I'd have to bath him, cloth him. Feed him before and after work.
My job was a Monday to Saturday job and it got to a point
I had to choose btwn him and work and so I tendered my resignation.
I was going to keep up with a little side business that will give me more time.

Of course things were becoming gradually tougher.

I got into a big trouble in the course of my side business, I had just been duped of a clients money plus a lot of other complications that followed. Was reported to the police, got arrested and couldn't get anyone to bail me so I went from court to prison (Awaiting trial) and I spent 8months.
While I was in prison, I met a couple of Mad people, one of them exhibited the kind of traits my brother exhibited.
At this time, I was so worried about him and how he will survive and all. I would pray, think about him and my heart will skip.
One day, the Holy spirit said to me, help these mad people here and ur brother at home will find help.
There was this particular girl that I became close to.
She was mentally ill, exhibited all sort of odd behaviours and worse off, eats poo. I took particular interest in her cus she reminded me of my brother at home. I would supervise the cloths she would wear, she will tell me sometimes that she was seeing people and they were talking to her and telling her to do odd things like hit her head on the wall over and over.
One day, I held her hand, prayed for her, got her born again( She was a Muslim), got her to start going to church and also to read Psalm 91 every night before she sleeps.

A few weeks after that experience with this girl, my case was called off and I was released from prison.
I was so scared to go home because feed backs I got said my brother was angry and would most times chase away people I sent to check on him. Now , for over 5months, my brother slipped into a state where his speech was affected and he stopped talking.
He never said a word for over 5months(that's before prison).
But when I got home, I met my brother in a different state.
He greeted me, welcomed me and was cleaning the house when I got home that morning.
He spoke to me and I almost fainted.
At this point, he had been informed about my predicament and so he was talking to me like how did it go and all.
I was literally shaking.

Then my friends began to tell me how the Pastor of the Estate branch of my church took him for a deliverance programme in my church and one of the ministering Pastors discerned his case, called him out and prayed for him. My brother got baptised in that program and that was how it all ended. My brother became completely whole I was told he even testified.
Now he says he wants to go back to school, he needs new cloths and shoes.
Like he communicates well.

The same way I came here to post about it, seeking help, I have come here to encourage someone that there is nothing God cannot do.
I remember some people said I should leave him to roam, others said I should leave him and run away and continue my life.
One of the things I told my self was, I will never leave him and run away, I know the sacrifices my brother made for me. I love him so much.
There are times I felt like drinking sniper cus it felt like all was too much, I would just think about my brother and that was about the only thing that stopped me from ending my life.


I'm so grateful to God.
When I became weak, couldn't find words to pray again, God was my strength.
He gave me wonderful people, both in and out of prison that encouraged me.
I've been trying to get back on my feet again.
I lost a lot during my time in prison, Our rent is over 4 Months due, I am like down to nothing, I don't know what 25th December will look like for us but in all, I am so thankful. My greatest joy is that is that Emmanuel made it through and is well.
Only Jesus could have done this.
I'd post a few pictures for proof.
I currently don't have Recent pictures of Emmanuel but the one I posted with two of us in it is what he looks like now. The picture is from before the illness took a toll and left him like ribs and bones.

(Let me also add that a few weeks after I left prison, I meet back to visit, I asked for the mad girl and feedback I got was that she was no longer eating poo, she had improved greatly and no longer exhibits odd behaviours. And a month ago, she was released from prison.)

Cc Dominique sissy3 Royalroy lalasticlala please front page. Let someone be encouraged

Loannes Mrstheo benita27 ameenahz thank you guys for your kind words when I earlier posted about the issue last year

Cc:
lalasticlala
ishilove

How God healed my younger brother of schschizophrenia -Mental illness. (Long read).

Hi everyone, I want to share with us how my brother got healed of Schizophrenia.
I remember coming here to seek for help some time ago when I was really overwhelmed and at the brink of giving up.
The same way I came here to complain, I want to also come here to give God the gratitude for coming tru for my brother and to let someone out there know that God works.

Some time in 2015, I was at work one of those days, at this time, my kid brother was working on late dad's death certificate and all the supporting documents.
We had just buried my dad and being the next of kin, He had to run around the post burial process while I returned back to work.
He was supposed to join me later.
Then I got a text message, " Your brother Emma is now mad".

That message was the beginning of a hell of a journey.

I sent for him to be sent to me at my then base from Akwaibom.
When I saw my brother, he looked like a shadow of himself.
My brother was looking like a bag of bones.
Eyes deep in the socket, I could count his ribs and all.
Then he kept saying " They want to kill me, after all my hardwork, they don't want to give me my right".
He would not sleep at night, he will pace the house round and round, he will carry his back pack bag once it's dawn, wear a shirt, boxers and bathroom slippers and say he is going out. He will roam the whole neighbourhood, come back at night.

Emma is a very hardworking guy, after JAMB, he learnt how to screed and paint while waiting for his results just so he won't be idle.
When his first JAMB didn't favour him, he went to work with construction firms and was supporting the house financially.
So even in the mental state, Emma will never stay at home once it's day break.

About 3weeks after he joined me, I got transferred to Lagos at my office so I moved with Emma.
Being the eldest of 3 of us from Mum, I was responsible for him plus we have not had help coming from relatives in the past, so I Didn't think It was necessary to involve them.

Back in Lagos, The illness was beginning to get worse, I had increased my prayer intensity more than before.
Sometimes, my brother will go out, always with his backpack, will come back with loads of Nylons, papers and all, then he will show me pictures from the papers and say stuffs like " they are looking for me in UBA, I am now famous, UBA wants to employ me".
I'd cry , I'd pray, go to work and all.
I applied for my leave so I'd be able to find help for Emmanuel.

One of my uncles got to find out about Emma's condition and called me and of course was lambasting me and all, then he told me to send Emma to him in PH. That he will take care of Emma, that I don't know how to take care of Emma, that in 6 months, I'd see the difference and blah.
I was so happy to get a helping hand after a few months. To cut this part short, 2weeks after, he sent Emmanuel back to me and said, he couldn't continue, that he was my cross and I shud carry it. Of course while Emma was with him, I was sending money for his upkeep and medicals cus this uncle is not financially buoyant.

As the months passed by, Emmanuel was getting worse, it seemed like his nerves were failing cus of the many walkabouts, restlessness and all.
So he was becoming slow.

We got into a phase were he was like on pause mode. He will stand or sit or stay on a spot for over 7hrs no moving.
I may leave him to work in front of the mirror and come back to meet him there, his food untouched. If I touch him, will just fall like a lifeless stick.
Then I'd just quickly boil water, massage himwith balms, feed him and let him sleep.
He had also began to wee on himself.

It was time to seek Medical help.
I had saved up a little money as I earlier heard that psychiatric hospitals were expensive.

Now Emma had gotten to a stage where he will fall into unconsciousness for a whole day. I'd just give him salt and sprite solution just to keep some sugar in his system while in that state.

babtoundey:
"... So that I don't beg to it"
So what is this you are doing? Fine bara?

My advice, if indeed you are tired of fighting, as you claimed, why don't you do the needful and hug the inevitable.

Bloody, swindler!

I pray you find help when you need help. It would have been better you read and ignored.
Life is cyclical and I'm not a swindler.
My pleas are genuine

Dotwillis1:
Sorry about everything you are passing through, I feel so emotional reading your post. Please never give up.
This is a faceless forum, and it's only normal for people to be kinda sceptical about you as there v been lots of cases where people ask for help deceitfully.

maybe you should try creating another post and show a paper evidence ( hospital reports, receipts of drugs, tests etc) also pictures if possible .

and if there is a paper evidence of your SARS experience too. This way, people would feel safe to help you out and contribute their widow's mite without fear of being scammed.

I hope you understand. God is your strength.

you should also reach out to people around you, church members, friends

Thanks so much.
I actually do not want to go out too loud. I'm actually going tru a healing process. From being there to the feeling of being abandoned by the people whom I thought would have showed up for me. I'm just quietly gathering the bits and pieces and it took a lot to come out like this. That's why I wrote up my email address just incase anyone had further questions.

DeWisedon:
you should have sold your phone to start somewhere.
And how come you still have data,
I can help but with just this writeup,I'm not convinced at all

I have replied to a similar post earlier.
I have already told myself this morning that if I don't get help, I will go to computer village and sell my phone.
I just decided to try to ask for help from here first.

I spent 8Months in prison and I lost my all while I was in there. I'm trying to build back communication again and with my clients and all. The phone comes handy in that aspect. The best offer I have gotten so far for the phone is 30k, cus it's a little cracked behind.
My problem is way beyond 30k at the moment and I will still be stranded. I need to give my landlord some money to hold onto cus my rent expired while I was in remand. I also have to get food at home basically cus of my kid bro who has ulcer and is recovering from schizophrenia plus I have to get him meds. Then I intend to start up smtn with with the rest. It's not something that 30k can solve. About the data, I subscribed for 500 naira a week this morning.

Please help me, i have too much astake if I don't get help. While I was in remand, I had at least two square meals daily, now I hardly get a square for me and for my kid bro. It's just tough on us..

ahiboilandgas:
sorry for the misfutune wishing u a way out .....pls don't prostitute i send my little token it small sha

Thanks a lot. Anything and everything will be appreciated. I'm in tears.

I came here this morning to see if I'd get help. I'm at the verge of giving up. I have really had a lot to deal with in my young life.

I'm in need of a cash donation of 129k (I needed 150k, someone sent me 21k from this forum and I'm super grateful). I've had a lot to deal with very recently, from a sick younger brother to being in prison for some months. I had a business issue that went sour and it landed me me SARS/prison, awaiting trial. I spent over 5months until God intervened and the case was called off from court I'm down to nothing as I speak. Lost a whole lot plus my rent is expired. I don't want to bug us with too many stories.
I want to pick up the bits and pieces again and start smtn so that I don't beg to eat.
Please help me.
God bless you
Account details is
Esther, Access Bank, 0690154289.
Kowemaprofile@gmail.com


I really don't know why this guy committed suicide. I wish he sort for help.
Considering my present suituation, I've had this kind of thought run through my mind, drink sniper and let it end. God help me.

velocity25:
ok God will help you

Thank you.

ahiboilandgas:
poor people don't keep 30 k phone that 20 percent of 150k ...u can also open recharge card biz with 30 k or indomie joint ,phone charging and make 2 k daily to generate 150 k in 4 month than begging

Hmmmm.
I am down?, yes, at the moment?, Yes but I will rise again and so I don't agree that I am poor. I have worked before and had to resign cus of my sick brother. I have equally done business.
I handle a lot of respomsibilities most of which need urgent attention. Which is why why I'm soliciting for help in that sum. I intend to use part of it to start something, pacify my landlord with part of it and get food for the house with a part and there is currently nothing at home.

I'm not a lazy person, I'm just a lady that has had much to hanlde without help.
The stage I am in now, I need help and that's why I'm crying out. I don't mind letting the phone go but I'm sure it woldnt do as much as crying out will do.

ahiboilandgas:
really just like that...but u still get phone and data

I've had the phone b4 prison. I'm at the verge of selling it but decided to try asking for help from here. If I sell the phone, it can't fetch me more than 30k and I will be cut of from communication, which is about the only way i can get help.

I'm in a messy suituation that goes beyond selling my phone. You have no idea what I've been through and what extra efforts it's taking me not to drink sniper and die. One of the reasons I'm holding up is for my younger brother. You can read up my past post on my profile. Maybe you will have compassion from there

BuddhaPalm:
Hi Esther.

Please don't give up.

Just read your story from 2017 and I was heartbroken.

Have someone close who suffers from schizophrenia, and there's no way you could have made all that stuff up.

Just sent a little help. Not up to what you need, but hopefully others will chip in as well.

Things might look bleak right now, but please don't despair.

You've been through a lot, and the only way things can go for you right now is up.

Thank you so much. God bless you. I received it

velocity25:
professional beggars everywhere

No I'm not. I'm under pressure at the moment.

I came here this morning to see if I'd get help. I'm at the verge of giving up. I have really had a lot to deal with in my young life.

I'm in need of a cash donation of 150k. I've had a lot to deal with very recently, from a sick younger brother to being in prison for some months. I had a business issue that went sour and it landed me me SARS/prison, awaiting trial. I spent over 5months until God intervened and the case was called off from court I'm down to nothing as I speak. Lost a whole lot plus my rent is expired. I don't want to bug us with too many stories.
I want to pick up the bits and pieces again and start smtn so that I don't beg to eat.
Please help me.
God bless you 
Account details is
Esther, Access Bank, 0690154289.
Kowemaprofile@gmail.com

I came here this morning to see if I'd get help. I'm at the verge of giving up. I have really had a lot to deal with in my young life.

I'm in need of a cash donation of 150k. I've had a lot to deal with very recently, from a sick younger brother to being in prison for some months. I had a business issue that went sour and it landed me me SARS/prison, awaiting trial. I spent over 5months until God intervened and the case was called off from court I'm down to nothing as I speak. Lost a whole lot plus my rent is expired. I don't want to bug us with too many stories.
I want to pick up the bits and pieces again and start smtn so that I don't beg to eat.
Please help me.
God bless you
Account details is
Esther, Access Bank, 0690154289.
Kowemaprofile@gmail.com

I came here this morning to see if I'd get help. I'm at the verge of giving up. I have really had a lot to deal with in my young life.

I'm in need of a cash donation of 150k. I've had a lot to deal with very recently, from a sick younger brother to being in prison for some months. I had a business issue that went sour and it landed me me SARS/prison, awaiting trial. I spent over 5months until God intervened and the case was called off from court I'm down to nothing as I speak. Lost a whole lot plus my rent is expired. I don't want to bug us with too many stories.
I want to pick up the bits and pieces again and start smtn so that I don't beg to eat.
Please help me.
God bless you
Account details is
Esther, Access Bank, 0690154289.
Kowemaprofile@gmail.com

This is a long story.

It all started last Year after my dad's burial.

I left my younger brother in the village and returned to Abuja wia I was based. He was busy processing burial Documents and so he had to stay back.
He is not the first son but he is the next of Kin.

What my complicated family looks like


we are 4 children, 3 from my mum of which I'm d eldest, then a half sis that senoirs me.
Dad and mum were separated before her death in 2003 and he remarried before she died.
My current step mum had no child with him till he died.
My immediate younger bro had a fallout with step mum and left home in 2005 (he was 14) and No one heard from him again till dad died.
So dad made the last his next of kin.

While Emmanuel was processing Dad's burial Documents in Akwa-Ibom, I miraculously connected with Ezekiel the first son who told me all that happened and how he went abroad tru the desert and was deported. He had had been in Lag all along but too ashamed to return home after 10 years with nothing.
I immdiately connected him with Emma who was very happy to see him. I told them to work together on the Docs and after which they could come to me in Abuja and get settled.

4days together they wia both fine n happy to see each other and then the reunion turned sour.
They became cat and dogs and Would always call me on phone to settle issues between them.
Days later, Emma left for a church vigil and about the 3rd day, I got a call and the caller said my brother Emma was now mad. I called Ezekiel to go tio the supposed church wia he was n pick and make their way to Abuja with the next bus.

When I saw Emma, I cried, he looked all bones and ribs, eyes sulken and he was like a helpless shadow.
Emma would not sleep at night,he won't eat, he was restless, he would carry his bag and pace all day, roam all day and sometimes he would take a corner in the house and be crying and he would say things like " they want to kill me, they are sucking my blood, they want to use me for rituals. I was the most confused person on earth. I entered a fasting and praying mode.

Meanwhile, Emma n Ezekiel wia still cat and dogs, I got back home to find Ezekiel bleeding on his head. Emma attacked him with a padlock as he tried to restrain him from going out. I knew there that both brothers can't stay together.
My reunion with Ezekiel was sweet n sour.

2 weeks in Abuja with both brothers and my office approved my long pending transfer back to Lagos.
Time to separate both brothers as I thought.
Ezekiel said he doesn't want to go back to school and and wants to go back abroad, I was able to convince him to calm down and learn a skill which he agreed so I enrolled him in a Hair dressing and I and Emma left for Lag.

Emma's condition worsened, He would roam the Estate all day and sometimes I would return from work n not find him at home.
Then my maternal uncle whom we had not been in touch with heard about Emma and quickly sent for him.
This was about 4 months after the drama started.
My uncle was so angry I did not tell them all of it, accused me of not taking care of my brothers and said infact Emma would stay with him going forward and I should check Emma out in 3 months time.
I was very releived to find help.

1 week in PHC with my uncle and all was smoth, then my uncle called and said I shud send funds he wanted to take Emma for check up and I did.
A few days after my uncle began to complain that he can't cope, Emma was suddenly too rude and he can't bear it again. He said Emma was my cross to bear and I shud send him fare to return to me.
So 2 weeks after, Emma came back to me In Lag.
He was a lot more better, had gained good weight, His communication flow was a lot better but still distorted.

As the days went by, Emma began to talk less, he began to be very slow at accomplishing things, he could wash plates for hours. Then he began to take odd psoitions. He could stand for 2 hours and not move and all that. Then he would wee on himself.

I quickly sought d help of a traditional herb seller who gave me some herbs to cook for him and I did.
Day 3 on the herb n he began this deep sleep episodes. He would sleep for hours all night, wake up and eat in d morning n go back to sleep all day.
Try to wake him and he won't even move.
This continued for days coupled with the bet wetting which was worse.
I decided to seek medical help.

The first hospital we visited referred us to Federal Neuro-psychiatric Hospital Yaba same night.

My experience at Federal Neuro-psychiatric Hospital ,Yaba.


We got to Yaba at about 11pm, at this point he was all stiff and motionless, eyes open.
We were told that hospital card costs N4000 and I brought out my card to pay but to my surprise, I was told the hospital did not have POS.
The Doctor on call took his write up and that was it.
I was told we won't ve attended to as I didn't have cash to pay.
We were sent back home same night at about 12a.m.
My Brother survived the night and the next day we went back to the hospital.

I made all necessary pamemts, bought all materials as was required of me and he was placed on 3days observation in the Emergency unit and was on Drip as he wasn't eating.

By this time, the doctors diagnosed him and said hr was having catatonic schizophrenia plus seizures.
He would wake up briefly, mumble somee wordworldsds and go back to sleep.

After 72hrs, His time was up at the Emergency ward and I was instruscted to augment payment for his transfer to the main ward which I did.
At this time, I had spent at least a N100,000.
Admission fee for 1 month was 50,000 besides other expenses.

After 1 night in the main ward which was day 4, I was told that he needed specialist care and dey would have to refer us to military hospital as they did not have full capacity to handle his case. At this point I had become financially drained, I had spent everything, wia would I start from?.

I was advised to apply for refund so that Part of the 50k I paid for admission would be returned. I told the Doctors and Nurses that I couldnt afford new medical bills as I spent all but the referral note had been given and we had to go. I further asked on what grounds was my Brother beeb reffered and they said he is unconcious and we can't manage him in that state. They said we are nit discharging him yet and once he is stable bring him back. He was given some meds and I took him home.

About 1 week on the meds, he began to groan, he would groan all night holding his stomach n even throw up. He started rejecting his drugs nd even food.
I spoke with a physician and he prescribed ulcer meds and after 2 days on it, the stomach pain stopped.
On the 3rd day he became aggressive n violent n tried to attack me.
I quickly called for help n he was restrained and I took him back to the hospital. By this time he was no longer having the seizures or being unconcious.


Our second time in Yaba was a lot more dramatic, First the Doctors and Nurses said I had come to the hospital about 2 days back to return his bedsheets nd I equally told them my brother was dead.
I told them it was a mix up and wasn't me.

After a lot of consideration, they put him back in the Emergency ward and on day 3, I was with hope that he would be admitted to the main ward but to my surprise, My Brother was discharged and asked to be coming for clinic from home.

I quickly aired my fears that I'm not comfortable with the plan and Would want him to stay back some more but I was dismissed.
The consultant in charge of the main ward insisted that he had reffered and it was final. He would only take my Brother back if I produced an MRI test result.

I work Monday to Saturday, How will I monitor his progress?How will I convince him to take hims drugs?.
the hospital would hear none of that and it was the final decision.

We have been home for 4 days now. He has beeb doing well but twice he has asked for beer and he went out to get beer.
Yesterday I got back from work and everywia was smelling of cigarette smoke. He refused to talk to me.
This morning I tried to engage him in a subtle discussion why he needs to avoid those things so he can recover fully and my Brother attacked me again. He slapped me over and over.

At this point, I don't know wat do do, I had to run out of the house to a friends room, .I'm stuck here and can't go to work.
I have cried my eyes out, our rent just expired and I just paid for a new place. Where do I start from?, Yaba has dismissed him and I can't afford an MRI.
I Don't know wat to do, I have fought so hard and so long and I feel like running away.

Somebody help me I am loosing my mind!!!!.


Mods, Lalasticlala, dominique, Mynd44, Royalroy please help me move to front page.
Help a sister please my heart is breaking

Ay04z:
This ur brother get Wahala oo. Am just speechless. May God show u the way bro. U re such a good brother. But ur brother is not in the state to know DAT for u. But u should understand DAT ur brother is under some kind of spiritual attack
... Only prayer is the solutions. May God direct direct u to who will help u out. Stay bless .

I'm a female.
I have prayed, fasted etc.

Mofpearl:
I am sorry about what you are going through. I am not sure what t tell you but ensure that he continues to take his medication. Don't allow him smoke and take all those things that are detrimental to his health. Rather I think you should try distracting him and also be firm if he insists on taking them.

In what situation does he usually get aggressive?

You have to understand that when someone has schizophrenia, it affects their ability to process and think rationally. M

I was really subtle and calmly talking to him when suddenly he got up and started hitting me. I am so scared at this point, what is he stabs me of hits me with something?. I feel like running away at this point. This is just too much for me

This is a long story.

It all started last Year after my dad's burial.

I left my younger brother in the village and returned to Abuja wia I was based. He was busy processing burial Documents and so he had to stay back.
He is not the first son but he is the next of Kin.

What my complicated family looks like


we are 4 children, 3 from my mum of which I'm d eldest, then a half sis that senoirs me.
Dad and mum were separated before her death in 2003 and he remarried before she died.
My current step mum had no child with him till he died.
My immediate younger bro had a fallout with step mum and left home in 2005 (he was 14) and No one heard from him again till dad died.
So dad made the last his next of kin.

While Emmanuel was processing Dad's burial Documents in Akwa-Ibom, I miraculously connected with Ezekiel the first son who told me all that happened and how he went abroad tru the desert and was deported. He had had been in Lag all along but too ashamed to return home after 10 years with nothing.
I immdiately connected him with Emma who was very happy to see him. I told them to work together on the Docs and after which they could come to me in Abuja and get settled.

4days together they wia both fine n happy to see each other and then the reunion turned sour.
They became cat and dogs and Would always call me on phone to settle issues between them.
Days later, Emma left for a church vigil and about the 3rd day, I got a call and the caller said my brother Emma was now mad. I called Ezekiel to go tio the supposed church wia he was n pick and make their way to Abuja with the next bus.

When I saw Emma, I cried, he looked all bones and ribs, eyes sulken and he was like a helpless shadow.
Emma would not sleep at night,he won't eat, he was restless, he would carry his bag and pace all day, roam all day and sometimes he would take a corner in the house and be crying and he would say things like " they want to kill me, they are sucking my blood, they want to use me for rituals. I was the most confused person on earth. I entered a fasting and praying mode.

Meanwhile, Emma n Ezekiel wia still cat and dogs, I got back home to find Ezekiel bleeding on his head. Emma attacked him with a padlock as he tried to restrain him from going out. I knew there that both brothers can't stay together.
My reunion with Ezekiel was sweet n sour.

2 weeks in Abuja with both brothers and my office approved my long pending transfer back to Lagos.
Time to separate both brothers as I thought.
Ezekiel said he doesn't want to go back to school and and wants to go back abroad, I was able to convince him to calm down and learn a skill which he agreed so I enrolled him in a Hair dressing and I and Emma left for Lag.

Emma's condition worsened, He would roam the Estate all day and sometimes I would return from work n not find him at home.
Then my maternal uncle whom we had not been in touch with heard about Emma and quickly sent for him.
This was about 4 months after the drama started.
My uncle was so angry I did not tell them all of it, accused me of not taking care of my brothers and said infact Emma would stay with him going forward and I should check Emma out in 3 months time.
I was very releived to find help.

1 week in PHC with my uncle and all was smoth, then my uncle called and said I shud send funds he wanted to take Emma for check up and I did.
A few days after my uncle began to complain that he can't cope, Emma was suddenly too rude and he can't bear it again. He said Emma was my cross to bear and I shud send him fare to return to me.
So 2 weeks after, Emma came back to me In Lag.
He was a lot more better, had gained good weight, His communication flow was a lot better but still distorted.

As the days went by, Emma began to talk less, he began to be very slow at accomplishing things, he could wash plates for hours. Then he began to take odd psoitions. He could stand for 2 hours and not move and all that. Then he would wee on himself.

I quickly sought d help of a traditional herb seller who gave me some herbs to cook for him and I did.
Day 3 on the herb n he began this deep sleep episodes. He would sleep for hours all night, wake up and eat in d morning n go back to sleep all day.
Try to wake him and he won't even move.
This continued for days coupled with the bet wetting which was worse.
I decided to seek medical help.

The first hospital we visited referred us to Federal Neuro-psychiatric Hospital Yaba same night.

My experience at Federal Neuro-psychiatric Hospital ,Yaba.


We got to Yaba at about 11pm, at this point he was all stiff and motionless, eyes open.
We were told that hospital card costs N4000 and I brought out my card to pay but to my surprise, I was told the hospital did not have POS.
The Doctor on call took his write up and that was it.
I was told we won't ve attended to as I didn't have cash to pay.
We were sent back home same night at about 12a.m.
My Brother survived the night and the next day we went back to the hospital.

I made all necessary pamemts, bought all materials as was required of me and he was placed on 3days observation in the Emergency unit and was on Drip as he wasn't eating.

By this time, the doctors diagnosed him and said hr was having catatonic schizophrenia plus seizures.
He would wake up briefly, mumble somee wordworldsds and go back to sleep.

After 72hrs, His time was up at the Emergency ward and I was instruscted to augment payment for his transfer to the main ward which I did.
At this time, I had spent at least a N100,000.
Admission fee for 1 month was 50,000 besides other expenses.

After 1 night in the main ward which was day 4, I was told that he needed specialist care and dey would have to refer us to military hospital as they did not have full capacity to handle his case. At this point I had become financially drained, I had spent everything, wia would I start from?.

I was advised to apply for refund so that Part of the 50k I paid for admission would be returned. I told the Doctors and Nurses that I couldnt afford new medical bills as I spent all but the referral note had been given and we had to go. I further asked on what grounds was my Brother beeb reffered and they said he is unconcious and we can't manage him in that state. They said we are nit discharging him yet and once he is stable bring him back. He was given some meds and I took him home.

About 1 week on the meds, he began to groan, he would groan all night holding his stomach n even throw up. He started rejecting his drugs nd even food.
I spoke with a physician and he prescribed ulcer meds and after 2 days on it, the stomach pain stopped.
On the 3rd day he became aggressive n violent n tried to attack me.
I quickly called for help n he was restrained and I took him back to the hospital. By this time he was no longer having the seizures or being unconcious.


Our second time in Yaba was a lot more dramatic, First the Doctors and Nurses said I had come to the hospital about 2 days back to return his bedsheets nd I equally told them my brother was dead.
I told them it was a mix up and wasn't me.

After a lot of consideration, they put him back in the Emergency ward and on day 3, I was with hope that he would be admitted to the main ward but to my surprise, My Brother was discharged and asked to be coming for clinic from home.

I quickly aired my fears that I'm not comfortable with the plan and Would want him to stay back some more but I was dismissed.
The consultant in charge of the main ward insisted that he had reffered and it was final. He would only take my Brother back if I produced an MRI test result.

I work Monday to Saturday, How will I monitor his progress?How will I convince him to take hims drugs?.
the hospital would hear none of that and it was the final decision.

We have been home for 4 days now. He has beeb doing well but twice he has asked for beer and he went out to get beer.
Yesterday I got back from work and everywia was smelling of cigarette smoke. He refused to talk to me.
This morning I tried to engage him in a subtle discussion why he needs to avoid those things so he can recover fully and my Brother attacked me again. He slapped me over and over.

At this point, I don't know wat do do, I had to run out of the house to a friends room, .I'm stuck here and can't go to work.
I have cried my eyes out, our rent just expired and I just paid for a new place. Where do I start from?, Yaba has dismissed him and I can't afford an MRI.
I Don't know wat to do, I have fought so hard and so long and I feel like running away.

Somebody help me I am loosing my mind!!!!.


Mods, Lalasticlala, dominique, Mind44 please help me move to front page.
Help a sister please my heart is breaking