After service, I went back to Lagos and continued with entertainment. I went to shows here and there and met many celebrities in Nigeria. Yet in all of these, I still felt very empty. In 2019, I tried committing suicide after I was overwhelmed with sadness over the state of my life. I was in debt due to betting and had no way to pay back. I had this pill I had purchased (which was used to treat an infection), but it was also a sleeping pill. I got a bottle of it as I was having issues with sleeping around this time, and would always take a pill after having dinner.
To give context of how powerful the medication was, two pills were strong enough to knock me out instantly at the spot where I just finished eating. That day, I sent messages to a few loved ones, though I didn’t include that I wanted to commit suicide, then swallowed the remaining pills in the bottle, which were about twenty or more in number. I took all of it, hoping that I would sleep and pass on from there. But I woke up sweating, and discovered I had only slept for 30 minutes! I got angry at God at that point and complained out loud, “You won’t let me live my life, You won’t let me die. Leave me alone!”
Then I heard someone calling my name, and the voice was that of my friend whom I was living with at the time. I thought he was the one calling me, so I ignored him, angry that he was even disturbing me. But I heard the voice a second time and went out to the balcony to see if he was there and find out why he was calling me. Surprisingly, there was no one there. I picked up my phone to call him and discovered he was at a faraway location. While walking back into the house, I heard my name again. This time, I called another friend of mine who lived opposite us, but he too was very far away.
Inside the house, I received a reply from one of the people I had sent a ‘goodbye’ message to. She was one of the godly friends I had, and she sent responses to my initial text as she had suspected what I was about to do. I decided to share what I had just experienced with her, and she told me that God wanted to talk to me. She counselled me to seek God. I was led to pick a book I had borrowed sometime ago to read, but had dumped in my room. The writer was in a similar situation to mine, torn between making a decision to follow God or his own ways. By the time I was done reading the book, I was convicted, packed my things, and went back to my father’s house. This led to my walking away from the entertainment industry, and I began to follow God again.
To be continued…
Miraculous Monday: 21st July 2025
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