Tribute To A Martyr

You had woke up with much euphoria to your daily routine that Saturday morning.
You quickly woke up the kids to the family altar for the early morning devotion.
It was great and Spirit filled as usual.
You picked your megaphone to set out to your early morning Evangelism like you do every morning save Sundays.

You felt strange; like something was pulling you back. But you refused to let any feelings stop you.
“What shall separate me from the love of Christ?” You said to encourage yourself.
Your husband bade you to stay home today “Mojisola mi, why don’t you stay back today. You know how the security around here is?”
But you were unrelenting. You had heard him say those words over and over again and you won’t let him stop you! “Not today!” You exclaimed.

Your kids watched you as you closed the gate. You had already told the older ones to take care of the younger ones when the day breaks fully. “I will soon be back.” you said.
Stepping out to the street you soon forgot all those feelings. You stepped out with the hope of winning more souls through the Word of God.
You walked pass empty shops and closed doors. You preached the gospel into the air believing someone will hear in their closet.

You soon made a turn to that area where you were once forbidden to preach. But “the earth is the Lord and the fullness thereof” and “if the Lord be for me, who can be against me” helped you to move on.
You sighted those men coming closer; whispering in their dialect as they came boldly beside you.
They reminded you of the warning “stop preaching here!” They confronted you why you were so stubborn. They spoke vehemently against you.

You were not sure if arguing with them was the best thing to do at that moment. Or maybe pleading with them will do you good.
Then you sighted the weapons with them.
Your mind immediately told you to run. But your prowess of running was abated by child bearing.
They soon caught up with you in ease. It didn’t take them much effort.

They kicked you to the floor; slapped you and laughed at you.
One brought out his machete; flinging it in the air and bringing it down and hitting your legs real hard!
You moaned and screamed the name of Jesus! You tried to plead with them one more time; but it fell on their deaf ears.
The other one had brought out his axe. “Oh my God! Why do I have to die in this gruesome way!” You groaned in pain and fear.
Now they had used their weapons to butcher many parts of your body.
You were helpless and drenched in your own blood. No one was passing by. The day was just breaking. Probably they were scared and none dared to step out.

Eyes shut with blood; you recalled the story of Stephen. That Martyr that was stoned to death.
“Is this what it means to be persecuted for righteousness sake?” You asked within hoping someone would hear and give you answers.
You did a last minute self evaluation to be sure if you had truly kept your feet in the right path.
You thought deep to be sure no guile will be found in you. You smiled in pain when you recalled the day you got saved.
You groaned in pain as you felt the pangs of pain from the cuts.

“I have fought a good fight; I have finished the race. Into your hands I commit my soul” you said in a mix of thoughts.
You remembered your husband warning that morning and every other day.
You thought about your kids especially the last born. “I wished I knew that was the last time I’ll see them, I would have told them how much I love them and encourage them not to lose sight of the hope in Christ.”
But it’s too late you thought as you felt some people running helter skelter.
You thought about the pain every other Martyr felt before they breathe their last.
You felt you heard your husband voice and you smiled as you inhaled the very last breath and went home to glory.

How often we see and hear of murder. It could be me and it could be you who is next in line.
It could happen to anyone. But how prepared are you?
Mrs Mojisola Eunice Elisha didn’t think that Saturday morning cry will be her last.
What are we living for?
It’s time to wake up and follow the path of life so if our soul is being required of us, we will be found blameless before God.

R. I. P to everyone who died a Martyr!!!



8 thoughts on “Tribute To A Martyr” by Fikayo (@@fikayomi)

  1. A sad one.

    I paused, to make a quick Google search, when I saw her name. Sincerely, I had no idea what her name was until I read this eulogy.

    R. I. P. Mojisola Eunice Elisha.

  2. No one can stop the work of God, she has completed her own part and God has called her home. The question for everyone is “Are you doing the work God has assigned you to Do?
    R.I.P to all the Christian Matyrs
    R.I.P Mrs Mojisola Eunice Elisha

  3. A very sad one indeed.

    I paused, to make a quick Google search, when I saw her name. Sincerely, I had no idea what her name was until I read this eulogy.

    R. I. P. Mojisola Eunice Elisha.

    @namdi, please forgive my plagiarizing. We had a similar experience reading this and you expressed it first.

    @fikayomi, Thanks for informing us.

  4. @jabanz a very good question that we should always ask ourselves.

  5. @namdi and @Levus reading about how it happened brought the impulse to write this. I tried to relate with her at that moment and this was the little I thought I could write in respect of her.

    I hope we are all ready for any moment since we don’t really know the moment of our last breath.

  6. Dying a matyr for christ is good but living a life that is on purpose, a life filled with God’s love and promises is the best.
    God bless you Fikayo!

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