An X user, identified as Õłūŵä𓃵jøkėr, has shared a harrowing personal story that he believes is a clear testament to God’s mercy and protection.
Responding to a prompt asking users to share an experience with God that others might find unbelievable, he recounted surviving a near-fatal shooting — an ordeal that left him with bullet wounds to his stomach and a deeper sense of gratitude for life.
"On June 1st, 2022,Around 9pm I Say Make I Com Out Side Come Press My Phone Make I no sleep Thinkin Say Dem Don Lock My Sch Lodge..We Dey Lock Am Around 8pm Cox Dem Dey Thief Die For Area(Campus Two Area Auchi) Not Knowing Say Dem Never Lock Am," Joker narrated.
He said, he took my chair, sat upstairs outside, just scrolling. "My room was the 3rd on a long passage. The hostel had 48 rooms. Long, quiet, and that night — deadly."
According to him, he was unaware that a thief had already entered the building. He was walking silently through the passage, hiding at the far end, waiting for someone to open their door so he could attack.
There was light, so I saw a shadow moving toward me — but I couldn’t hear any footsteps.
It was eerie. Still, I stood up, faced him directly and asked: "Who you dey find?"
He replied: "Norso."
But I knew everyone in the lodge. I was even popular. I asked again: "Who be Norso?"
He said he would show me. Then… he put his hand into his cross bag. What he pulled out wasn’t ID. It was a gun. And before I could react — he shot me. Point blank. My phone dropped. I saw only fire from the gun muzzle. I looked down: There was a hole in my stomach. I was bleeding.
The thief walked up to me like nothing happened, picked up my phone, and strolled out of the hostel. I shouted. But fear had shut every door. People heard the shot — and locked themselves in. Bleeding, shocked, barely able to stand, I ran to my neighbor’s door.
I knocked hard. I could hear her hiding in the bathroom. I fell to the ground. Then finally — from the first room — someone shouted: "JOKER!!!"
I used my last strength to run to his room. He saw me and said: "This guy don go…" But I screamed: "NO! I never go! Just take me to hospital!" It took 30 minutes. No bike man wanted to carry me — because it was a gunshot case.
When I finally got there, I spent 9 days in the hospital. Today, I’m alive. I survived something that should’ve ended me. Since that day, I don’t trust any man with a cross bag at night. But more than that — I trust that God kept me alive for a reason. Because if you ask me how I’m still here? I’ll tell you: God covered me with mercy — and patched me back from the edge of death.
