My eyes was partially closed at that very moment as I lay restless on the hospital bed, panting for breath and heavily yearning for strength with which to bring my baby into the world.

The look on the faces of the po0ped nurses all signalled that all hope was gone.

I have been hearing their exceeding million encouragements. All they persistently chanted to my tiring ears were words of hope...Be strong, push..! You're having a son.

Well, gradually and to my greatest surprise coupled with tremendous fear, they stopped and looked forward to what to what would be of that very adamant Mrs Savina and that was me. Their words of encouragement diminished because they have been convinced that I wouldn't be living again with regards to my critical state.

The chief doctor who was an expert in the medical field stood motionless with his shaky hands clutching his waist as I winced in deep pains.

To me, they should just help me out with some powerful motivations because I was losing it..

I saw death steadily approaching me, yet I confessed hope nonetheless.

Where is my husband?
I quickly shouted at once trying to get my head up.

Even in the detriment of my poor situation, I received no answer.

Talk to me doctor, I'm in pains and I need him around me since you've lost hope on me! I sounded with heavy tears..

Honestly, I observed how teary the nurses' eyes suddenly became and soon, the doctor was gone.

I am dying! I cried with a loud voice and just then, my mind flashed back to the past..

I was born into a christian family that really served God; however, there was a deadly covenant that my fore father involved himself in before his death.

He promised a dangerous deity that none of his future daughters would marry if only it could save him from his miseries then.

It just happened and none dared to marry. They all lived like nuns while the hard nuts practiced prostitution, never marrying at all.

I was fortunate enough to encounter with Jesus and everything about me changed drastically. I went defiant towards that very covenant by getting married to my husband even regardless of the daunting words I heard.

My dad, notwithstanding his position as a deacon in the church objected that decision I took but unfortunately, all his pleas were turned down by me.

Everyone soon forsook me except my very wonderful husband. He became all that I had.

I finally became pregnant and travailed in pains when the set time was come. I had lost so much blood to the extent that our very own family doctor lost hope about my survival.

My husband had gone to get somethings after I had entered the labour room. He was very much optimistic that he would be meeting with mother and child on his return.

Who would have told him that his dear wife was at the very dungeon of death and he will believe.
As I continued to cry, I heard a loud voice in my very ears..

You'll die..!!

No I will not die!
I retorted at once looking for the face of the strange voice.

Deny him and live then, you've got just thirty minutes to live. It sounded again, louder this time.

With pains, I started praying and crying to God, remembering him his promises in his word.

Soon, my husband was back. He almost fainted on seeing his very beloved wife lying critically unconscious on the bed.

She's dying, help me please!
He shouted at one of the nurses who attempted to calm him down.

You must be insane! Again he shouted at her.

Honey, nothing will happen to you, believe me.
My husband now turned to me, greatly caressing my soaked hands after he said those words.

With deep affection, I looked into his eyeballs. The memory of how we met and wedded soon engrossed my mind and really, I had to weep.

Honey.. I called him in a low tone.

Even If I die, I have made up my mind never to denounce God. Do not lose hope because I am always fine.

Stop it..! He cut in
Enough baby, you are here, I am too and likewise God.

Abruptly, I felt this ardent pains that caused me to wail heavily.

I was unaware of where I was again. All I could vividly remember was when my eyes popped opened.

Lo, my husband was beside me disturbing the gates of heaven on my behalf.

When he saw me, he didn't know how best to express his vast joy. Quickly, he knelt and waved his hands to God in thanksgiving.

Finally, he pointed towards my opposite direction, and there I saw my two baby boys, sleeping very sound. I delivered twins!

I just couldn't control it. Great tears ran down my cheeks while my husband consloed me. They were tears of Joy.

I overcame the enemy because I was conscious of my identity. I was sure of my salvation, fully knowing what happened in me.

I never gave in to fear even when my condition meant death for me.

To the glory of God, I had a successful delivery. I became the very first to break the evil spell cast upon my family.

*‭_You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world._*

1 John 4:4