A Visit to Hell

This story may sound fictional but the truth remains that it happened. It was on the night of April 10 2008. I was working down the street alone singing aloud my favorite song by 2-face Idibia. Not too long I got a phone call by a friend to visit him that same night at one of the famous fast food joints in Owerri. Without wasting much time I entered a taxi to drop me along Wetheral Street so that I would trek to the joint.

The driver was such silent a man. He drove the vehicle to Douglas Street may be he was drunk and perhaps I was busy with my ipod. When I understood what happened, I begged him to take me to Wetheral where we have agreed on but he replied "I am on my own". I asked why and he said "this is late night; it's the right place to stop you tonight". As we were arguing, three police men came closer to us and asked that we come out of the vehicle which we did. They apprehended me while the asked the man to return back home. I was calm and altered no word. They collected my phone, ipod, my shoes and my wrist watch and took me to a restaurant there they showed me a room where I would lay my head for the night.

On entering the room, the black lead door abruptly closed up. My drama has just started when suddenly the door disappeared leaving only an air tight all round wall. I realized that it was a poor ventilated dull dark room filled with refuses and muddy waters. I could hear no sound nor perceive any odor. Just like any other agile actor, I started looking for means to escape from the unreal world. I walked boldly for like ten minuets towards a straight part without obstruction but saw no door.

I encouraged myself though was a bit frightened that I started moving in different directions in search of a way out. Soon I heard a strange obscure voice from afar and it was a dull light. I ran towards the light in a jiffy. On coming closer I realize it was a tunnel animated by a heavy flood. I feel it's the only way I could find my way but was never sure of where it would lead me. I joined the flood moving in accordance with the direction of the wave into the tunnel. It was then I realize that several beings exist there. For the first time I saw skulls of various mammals including that of the human beings in huge numbers beside the tunnel but then I felt like I am already dead. Still in a long run like the marathon race, I continued without succumbing to distractions.

At a point I stopped. This time I could see the stars of the heavens and a crowd of faint human beings (ghosts) climbing a horror hill beside a lake of fire. I had a shock when a real human voice roared at my back. I picked courage and looked back; it was a similar ghost. Both of us moved back in the opposite direction; "wait!" I shouted. "Who are you? Where do you come from?" I asked. "I am Williams from Agede. Just that I found myself here" the ghost replied. The ghost narrated all that happened similar to what brought me into the dark room. Both of us discovered we were ghosts when suddenly we saw a wall mirror adjacent to the terrible hill. More ghosts joined as we all moved towards the hill because the earth crust kept excavating due to the incredible flood.

Many fell into a deep swamp and could not come out, some into a lake of fire; others were eaten up by monsters while few of us kept climbing. It became so hard that we could only walk with kneels. The heat from the lake kept increasing as we climb the hill then I realized that Williams was no more.

I was stricken by an unknown wind which made me fall down the steep hill. "Jesus!" I shouted continuously until I fell into my bed. My eyes where opened and I realized it was a dream. I went on my kneels in prayers and after that, I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took my bath. My stories continued when I rushed to my uncle's house that same day (Friday 11 April) to spend a weekend. I did not disclose my dreams until I watched the 7pm AIT TV obituary announcement about one Williams Ogbeghere from Abaiyama Agede Kingdom. My blood pressure increased the more as I watched at the picture of a 78 years old man same as the William I met in hell in my dream.

I offered a more special prayer in the church service. I always pray his gentle soul rest in perfect peace. This is my first strange dream ever since I was born. The remote course of the bad dream was that I fell to say my prayers well let alone at nights before going to bed. Now that I realize what it means to go to hell, I always pray without season. You too should always pray and show real love to all people no matter their background for if you were an eye witness, you would help others to spare their lives by being commune with God who made us all. May God through the Son of Man, Our Lord Jesus save us all from the fire of hell. Amen.