#253 | Fear or Faith: Nigeria, Whose Side Are You On? [Pt. 3]

I saw myself and Nigeria in a space, all white, quiet and calm—a science lab/experiment kind of place. We could still hear the ongoing battle in the background, but it was faint. I had just entered this space, and saw Nigeria at a corner of it. She had her back to me, and would only turn her head occasionally to take glances at me.

She wore a dress that was alive. On it were people with clubs, swords and spears raised in the air, and fighting one another. They made her dress dirty. Her facial and general body appearance weren’t clean either.

I began walking towards her. As I walked, I began to cry and sing to her. It was a mournful song, which was also meant to rebuke and encourage her. It started with the line:

“whose side are you on?”

I had noticed that her face kept switching between hers and that of a demon, so the question was very necessary.

In the song, I told her that the Lord has placed before her life and death, and she was to choose life. She started listening, realizing that she can make a choice to go with life. I continued, explaining Proverbs 3:5 to her, that she was to trust and have faith in God, not to be discouraged by what she has seen or heard about herself.

Soon, her face stopped changing. It became steady with just her own face, and she no longer had her back to me. She was now turning forward.

I told her to give God her heart, and she did. She took out her heart and gave it to the Lord. It was a bleeding heart. I saw a hand reach down and receive the heart. As she handed it over, she fell to the floor and everywhere went silent. She died.

Then the Lord breath into her nostrils.

I saw the breath go in through her nostrils to her lungs and her body. A new heart began to form within her, and it was a golden one. She came back to life, and felt new. Her mind had also been cleaned.

I looked at her living dress, and saw that there was peace. In place of the clubs, swords and spears, were hands raised in praise. She saw her dress, smiled and cried. I hugged her.
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As she cried, her tears began to wash her face, removing some green dirt. Her true self began to be revealed, and she was really pretty.

She said:

“thank you”

Then she looked up at the Lord and He smiled at her. I looked at Him too, and He seemed to wink at me; I smiled back.

The song resumed:

‘We Bless You Nigeria.’

Then I saw myself in an enclosed but large space. I was on my knees, praying. I guess that’s where the intercession was going on.

3rd July 2025
Sis. EEM
GAMWATCH