THE DAY I TRIED TO RAISE THE DEAD

I was minding my business in my Father’s house when a phone call came in. It was my friend, H on the other end of the line:

“Precious, I don hear say ma papa don die for Bamenda. I dey road di cam.”
(I heard my father died in Bamenda. I am on my way there)

Her voice didn’t sound like that of someone who just lost the man from whose loins, she came. It sounded like that of a soldier, who had his armour ready and was prepared to head out to the battle field.

I quickly informed my mother of my friend’s predicament and we made room for her to stay in our house upon arrival from her 8-hour trip all the way from Yaounde, Cameroon’s capital city. In the evening, I made my way to the motor park to receive my bereaved friend. She laughed when she saw me and threw quick glances around as we searched for a taxi to take us home. It was her first time in Bamenda.
At home, H told me her father’s death was not natural and she was on a mission to raise him up from the dead through prayers. She said she had some dreams the night before her father died and in them, someone was trying to kill one of her family members. She was determined to stop the evil doer. She had a humongous quantity of “anointing” oil in her hand bag and had began fasting from the moment she heard the unwanted news.
As she spoke about her determination to bring her father back to life, the news traveled to different corners of the house and got to my mother’s and grandma’s ears. My mouthed grand mother who was visiting us then asked, 
“So when wona wookup yi for die, wona go keep yi for wuside?”
(Where will you keep him after raising him up from the dead?”
H said we were going to put him at a hospital ward to receive drips after performing our pending miracle. As a fellow “pentecostal” I stood by my friend’s decision and borrowed some faith from her to embark on the mission ahead. I was going to accompany her to the mortuary to create history. My mother chose to go with us because she wanted to be there with me.
Morning came quickly. We got ready to go and “raise the dead” as Jesus commands in Matthew 10:8. My friend wore the same brown Ankara kabba (big dress) she had traveled in the previous day. As she moved, shoulders-high, head-up, leading the entourage consisting of my mom and I, her kabba swayed from side to side. We arrived at the hospital premises and asked for the mortuary attendant. The mortuary attendant, a man with a wrinkled face and tattered trousers looked like part of his aging had come from a constant touch with dead bodies. We asked if we could see the corpse of my friend’s father.
He obliged and opened the mortuary door. The room felt cold literally and figuratively. The wall looked like a very big cupboard with many drawers. Each drawer was big enough to carry a lifeless body. The mortuary attendant pulled the drawer containing the body of H’s father. H quoted the Biblical scripture which says when Jesus wanted to pray for a dead girl, he told the strangers to depart. She asked the mortuary attendant to kindly leave the room for us. He obliged.
So there we were: H, my mother and I standing before a dead body armed with olive oil and borrowed faith. H started firing prayers.
“Egbe-Tabe Samson (not real name), in the name of Jesus rise up!”
She commanded in an authoritative voice.
“I command your spirit to get back into you body!”
She continued.
I answered affirmatively, standing beside her.
She continued shouting her prayers, speaking in tongues and emptying her bottle of oil on her father.
The more she prayed, the more he died.
After what seemed like the longest thirty minutes of my life, we were sweating, the corpse was swimming in Goya olive oil and my darling mother had gradually shifted from the scene and was standing close to the door. She would later tell us than she was on her way of escape in case the dead body woke up.
The mortuary attendant got tired of waiting and came in and chased us out of the building. H reluctantly left. While outside, we made some research and discovered that H’s father was a native doctor who had died in active service. According to H, he was a herbalist who used plants to heal people. The people in the area where he died knew him as a “powerful” native doctor and were angry to have lost such a “gift.”
I walked out of that place that day having created history but not the way I thought it would be created. When we went home, the first place I went to was the bathroom where I took thorough shower. I scrubbed my body hard as though my bathing sponge could scrub away the memory of staring at a dead body hoping it would move.
I know bringing the dead back to life is not beyond God’s power because Christianity in itself is basically about a man who died and rose again. I recently read an unverified story about a pastor who prayed a dead baby back to life. Apart from Jesus’s resurrection, there are nine other accounts in the Bible of people who were raised from the dead so raising the dead is not foreign to Christianity. However, I think this misadventure we embarked on was clearly motivated by man’s desire and not divine power.
Have you ever tried to raise the dead? Have you heard of someone who took such a step? What do you think about praying to raise the dead? Let’s talk below.
β€œI tell you the truth, the Son can do nothing by himself. He does only what he sees the Father doing. Whatever the Father does, the Son also does.” John 5:19

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36 Comments

  1. hahahaha! That picture though..the look is priceless

  2. WOW! Interesting story. I have heard of odd stories of the dead being raised by a man of God but I have never witnessed anything of that nature.x

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  3. I have also heard those stories from afar, Stephy. I'm yet to see one happen before my eyes.

  4. Wow. She had faith oh. And you tried to follow her. I've heard of such stories as well, but never seen one.

    I believe it's possible though! If you have faith as tiny as mustard seed, you can move mountains…maybe both your faith combined was not up to a mustard seed. Lol.

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  5. Xtie Becca

    Lol if all these stories were true, my father would be alive today because my sisters and I prayed and hoped for a miracle. Even till the moment he was laid to the ground, we thought the coffin will shake and he will wake up. Heck yea! Even after filling the grave up, I still believed. Dead people are dead and gone.

  6. ChaΓ― PrΓ©, u not only make us laugh but u teach us through the lessons u learnt. Precious woman, precious gift sharing precious things. You are a true vessel. Keep blessing! More grace!

  7. Awww thank you sweetie!

  8. Lol Xtie, I know that feeling! Don't we all wish our dead loved ones will come back to us? Death is one of the hardest things to accept.

    Thank you for stopping by, dear!

  9. Hahahahaha Kachee, our combined faith didn't reach a mustard seed? You eh!

    I hope to see a dead person rise before me one day. I too believe it is possible!

  10. Hahahahaha U ern. But grandma be ask beta kweshion ya.

    I believe in the power of the resurrection and I know God is very capable of bringing us back to life. However, I have always been a skeptic when it comes to modern stories of supposed ressurections.
    Interesting Read always.

  11. Grandma get mop, no be small.

    God is capable, my dear though some of the stories we hear are not verified.
    Thank you for always reading!

  12. Hahahaha omg! Precious weheee. Serious misadventure if you ask me cheii. The moment I read "the more we prayed the more he died" cheiii me sef I give up on the miracle. I like me na grandma. Wuside wona want keep the dieman after wona Jerupam from dead. Choiii.

  13. Grandma e kwesion no be easy. Ma friend say repe go take trip first before go back for has. Chai man don suffer!

  14. I admire your courage dear. I can't even view a corpse but you entered a mortuary and stood next to a body chaiiii. You be soldi of the cross. Then your description of the mortuary "pah" chaii. You need medal ya. As much as I have laughed, I admire your courage and loyalty to your friend and the fact that you people "applied" Scripture. Hihihihi. Well done once again.

  15. Sis, na friendship carry me enter mortuary. Lol at "applied" scripture! You see ya life.
    Thank you for always reading! Ah di wait ma medal. Lol

  16. Anonymous

    Loool, I actually tried to imagine the scenario. 'Precious the dead-raiser',but we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. Nice read. Bola

  17. Indeed we can do all things. Lol at "Precious the dead-raiser" A girl got to try nah.
    Glad to have you here, Bola!

  18. I've read and heard many similar stories of people rising from the dead. Two of those stories I've heard directly from the people raised and their experience.
    I believe in praying for the dead and they waking up. I haven't done so myself and I haven't been physically present. But I do believe its possible.

  19. Wow this is interesting! I'll love to hear directly from someone who was raised from the dead.
    I also believe it is very possible.
    Glad to have you here, Tamie! Hope to see more of you.

  20. Lol.i laugh so tey I started to cough.
    I have heard different accounts of prayers raising the dead and i don't disbelieve them.
    Some of those accounts had the dead person getting to a particular place and being shown accounts of their lives, or a particular person or persons praying seriously for them, and God because of the person praying has mercy and sends them back.
    And I have heard anointed men of God give accounts or testimonies of dead waking up.

    My grandmother sef slump one time and she when she wake up she talk say she reach somewhere dem send her back say her time never reach. But dat one no be prayer oh. I doubt anyone there remembered to pray sef. lol.
    You are a good friend. And you are right, the motive in that kind of situation matters a lot.
    Lol at your mum and grandmother. Your mum try sef, she wanted to see wonder.

  21. This story made me laugh, you really created history but in negative way.

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  22. After what seemed like the longest thirty minutes of my life, we were sweating, the corpse was swimming in Goya olive oil and my darling mother had gradually shifted from the scene and was standing close to the door. Mehn it really cracked me up..I av Neva seen any1 that was prayed back to life but I av heard it happens.. Ow family ma'am

  23. Family is fine, Themmy.
    I am hopeful that I will see a dead person come back to life one day. For now na siddon I siddon dey look.

  24. Lol Mimi, I wouldn't say in a negative way but in an interesting way.

  25. S2C my bro also had that experience of going somewhere and being sent back while he was in a coma. I think dem di call dat one say "near-death experience".
    That my friend eh, she is so dear to me. We suffered a lot together so I just had to stand by her. Lol

  26. Oh my goodness Precious , i have never laughed this much in my life. From the profile picture to the end of the post everything made me lol. Thank u for a good laugh. Can't write much . Phone acting up

  27. Ashia for phone wahala, Angele. I'd not thought of this post as a very funny one oo. It seems to make everyone lol.

  28. Woaw. Really. I admire your courage to go there in the first place. U try

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  29. I was only supporting a friend oo.

  30. Eunice Ufei Fominyen

    I laughed hard after reading this story. I could picture the scene and your mum ready to run if the dead man rose. lol. Truth is i have never seen the dead raised to life but I trust to see that miracle soon. Everything is possible to him who believes.

  31. Hahahaha Eunice, my mom is a case. I truly believe all things are possible with God. We just have to make sure we are walking with Him just like Jesus.

  32. hahahahaha!! Your mum moved away in case the body rose lol! love the mix of educational and entertaining.

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  33. Hahaha my mum was playing smart.
    Thanks for stopping by, hun!

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