Dead Man Comes Alive After Three Days In Mortuary, Recounts Ordeal Posted by: Deoluon August 18, 2013 The story of retired soldier, Kayode Sotunde, is akin to biblical Jesus Christ who died and resurrected after three days. But differently, the 49-year-old man was neither on a rescue mission like Messiah who paid the debt he did not owe nor was coerced to go through the Calvary tortures like Jesus did for the sake of humanity. However, the story of this man who returned from the great beyond is worth celebrating. April 11 this year, Sotunde embarked on a journey from Gboko, in Benue State to Kano, butunfortunately, the bus conveying the ex-soldier crashed on the way, claiming him and 17 others passengers on board. However, Sotunde woke upthree days after in the mortuary, where his body and others were deposited for their families to claim for burial. According to the ‘old soldier’ who refuses to die, hiscorpse was takenout of the mortuary and was being prepared for burial when he suddenly came back to life. He narrated his experience to Sunday Sun in Abeokuta, Ogun State. Excerpts of the interview: Journey from Gboko to mortuary On that fateful day, that was April 11, 2013, I was travelling from Gboko to Kano to see my younger brother, Jide Sotunde, a soldier serving in Kano. We had agreed on the journey which we had thought would afford us to discuss important issues, including the possibilities of getting another job that would not be too far from where I hadmy wife. I retired from theNigerian Army, (Supply and Transport), ApapaLagos where I served for 30 years, during which I also participated in many peace keeping force assignments outside Nigeria. After retirement, I got a job as a security guard at the Dangote Cement, Gboko, Benue State fromwhere I also resigned becauseof the distance ofmy workplace and where my family was based in Osogbo. The ill-fated vehicle was an 18-seater passenger bus, which I boarded in Gboko en-route Kano. We were barely two hours into the journey when a passenger asked us to pray. Since it was a normal thing for a passenger to offer to pray on such a long journey, I did notheed his call. I was just playing with my mobile phone set. Aside from that, I didn’t believe in the prayer since I didn’t know anything about Jesus Christ. I wasa freethinker who neither went to church nor worshipped any idol. We were making progress on the journey when suddenly there was a bang. That was all I could recollect about the journey until I woke up three days after in the mortuary of the Ahmadu Bello University Teaching Hospital, Kano where I was told that I died in an accident and my corpse along with other 17 passengers were deposited there. Even though the hospital authorities told me that I was in their morgue for three days as a dead man, I actually spent more days there before I could regain my senses. I was to be buried in Kano I was told that before I returnedfrom the land of the dead, my family had instructed my younger brother who I was visiting in Kano before the accident to bury me in Kano since they could not afford the N150,000, which was said to have been requested by transporters to take my corpsefrom Kano to Abeokuta. My elder sister, Moradeke Sotunde played aprominent role inthis regard. I was also told that it was at the point that my corpse was beingprepared for interment that suddenly I returned to the land of the living after my corpse was taken out of the mortuary for prayers by Islamicclerics who were said to have sprinkled water on my corpse preparatory to my burial. I was also told that my hair was also shaved as demanded by theclerics. I was told that mycorpse was takenout of the mortuary after they had dug my grave and organised some clerics to offer the funeral prayers. They wanted to bury me in Kano because my family members couldn’t afford N150,000 demanded for carrying my corpse to Abeokuta for burial. The initial plan was to movemy corpse back home to Abeokuta, where a grave had beendug but for the transportation cost. Life in the land ofthe dead My brother, truly, there is life after death. I can also tell you that there is a living God. You may notbelieve me, but I am a living witness to this. I may not be able to describe Heaven or Hell, but there is another life after this one that we are living. This place I am talking about is full of snow. I may not have been to America, but I have heard about snow. Where we were was full of snow, with plenty of something that I can describe as alum stones; whitish in colour with something I can describe as granite in this physical world. Inspite of the terrible cold, there was no day that we felt cold and it was never harmful to us. All of us were there without knowing whether we are male or female. We couldn’t see our eyes, mouth and nose. We hadno leg; we had no arm, but we floated in the air without our bodies touching the ground. We were flying around what I will describe as another planet. On the third day of my arrival on the strange planet, they gave me a message that we were expecting one big prophet. After the messagewas delivered, they nominated ushers among us to welcome the prophet. And seconds later, people started trooping in, jubilating as if a goal was just scored in a football match. On that planet, there were many stars, which werenot stable in one place, like we have in the sky inthis world. I noticed that on a daily basis, people kept on increasing, even though we don’t know from where they came. I was in this mood until they (I don’t know them) told me that I should go back home to work for the Lord. According to them, there were many people in the world who are not only in bondage, but arealso afflicted with human pains. They also instructed that I should work for the Lord and heelpeople. I was even arguing, putting up some resistance that I could not do it. This was the condition I foundmyself until I opened my eyes and saw Jide, my younger brother in this part of theworld again. In God’s vineyard Since the Lord has directed me to work for Him, Iwill surely do so because ‘to be forewarned, is to be forearmed.’ It was because of this that I went todo my thanksgiving service at the Mountain of Fire and Miracle, in Lagos with the General Overseer,Pastor Olukoya. The Lord has started performing miracles in other people’s lives through me. I don’t want to sound boastful, but God has started using me. I do pray for people now and they usually return to tell me that their problems have been solved. It is the Lord’s doing. I have already prayed for a woman who has married been for 14 years without a child that God will give her the fruit of the womb. The person who lives in Ikorodu spoke to me through the telephone and I believe Lord will answer her prayers and request. I have accepted to workin God’s vineyard till I return to Him. Day I returned to Abeokuta I caused a stir in this area when I returned alive to Abeokuta because people including my family members, except my brother who was with me when I rose from the dead, did not know I had risen from the dead. On arrival in Abeokuta, we played pranks on my people as they did not know that I was returning to home alive that day. When we got nearer home, theperson that accompanied me decided to call Kemi, my mother’s last born that we were already in Abeokuta. When my sister saw me,she fainted and was later revived.She was shivering when she woke up. We later told her to return home to tell others that I had risen from the dead. On my way, I saw people mourningme, wearing black attire. I trekked a distance of about800 metres to my father’s house. There, a grave had also been dug beside my late father’s before the family decided to bury my corpse in Kano. I waved as people were expressing shock and disbelief at seeing me alive. When I attempted to move closer to a woman in her shop, she ran away, thinking I was a ghost and pleading that shehad no hands in my death. My sister, Moradeke who lives in Lagos was also wearing a black attire, mourning along with othersuntil I returned home I returned to Abeokuta on the very day I was to be buried. I even met many of the mourners, wearing black (including my sisters) who had gathered in my father’s house here, (Sabo Abeokuta). There was also a particular woman who threw away the beans meal she was eating and ran away from her shop when she sighted me. I kept on saying that I was not dead, but she found it difficult to believe me. Health challenges Although I have returned from the land of the dead, I have not fully regained myhealth as I am talking to you. I have both chest and body pains. In fact, medically speaking, I am not alright. I usually run strange temperature. That was why I visited the Federal Medical Centre, Idi Aba for medical treatment. I vomit blood eachtime I cough. I can’t engage in any hard labour. Besides, a lot of strange things have started happening to me.Sometimes, I feel as if I am still in the mortuary. I will be seeing a lot of heads. My sight is not normal, it sometimes fails me. I have also started giving messages to people about things that they don’t know about their family. I started revealing to themwhat had happened in the past to their astonishment. This has made many people to run away from me with some describing me as a demon. To be sure that I am nota ghost, I tried to relate with my friends as well as eat with them. Despite this a fewof my friends still avoid to shake hands with me, thinking that I am a ghost. I am homeless You ask where I live? To answer straight, I am homeless, because I am currently squatting with my younger sister, causing her and her family inconveniences. Even though she is not complaining, I know that I am inconveniencing her. I have been givenquit notice in Osogbo after my landlord heard ofthe incident. According to him,he could not live with Akudaaya (ghost). I stayed at No 1, Rasco Hall, Oke Fia,#Osun State, Osogbo, It was the ejection that informed my living with my sister here (Abeokuta). I need serious financial assistance from well-meaning Nigerians to take care of my healthand sustenance. Survival is difficult for me. That is why I appeal to Nigerians to come to my aid. I want to stop being a burden to my sister and her nuclear family. I want individuals as well as corporate bodies and churches to help me financially. God will surely replenish their purses in abundance in Jesus name. I had a broken home some yearsback and I remarried two years ago, but when the incident happened, the woman abandoned me and ran away from Osogbo. I want to appeal to Nigerians and other people thatthere is God. I want them to believe that thereis life after death;so we should do good to our fellow beings. Heaven and Hell are real. Where we want to go is an option for us to decide. I want people to know that it is just a matter of secondsbetween life and death.
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