If You Feel Paying Tithe Is A Waste, See What Armed Robbers Did With Mine
By
Ifeoma Nath Okonkwo
Armed Robbers Took My Husband…
It was the early 2000s.
I remember that night like yesterday.
Oga Nath and I had just returned from a chieftaincy ceremony the taking of Chief Nicholas, Ikukuoma Ndi Igbo (current Anambra governorship aspirant)
The day had been full of music, dancing, and the kind of celebration that makes you forget the troubles of the world.
But the trouble waiting for us was one I could never have imagined.
We were driving back through the Onitsha expressway. The night air was cool, and the road unusually calm. Then, just ahead of us, a car caught my husband’s attention a luxury Q45. Back then, it was the dream of many.
Oga Nath slowed down slightly, admiring it.
The next second that admiration turned into a nightmare.
The Q45 suddenly doubled back and blocked our car.
Before we could process it, four doors flung open at once.
Robbers.
In those days, armed robbery was as common as water.
But this night, it came for us.
They jumped into our car. One pointed a gun at my husband from the left. Another pressed cold steel to his ribs from the right.
They didn’t speak to me at first. Their rage was focused on my husband.
“Bring out everything!” they barked.
But Oga Nath… my husband… froze. Maybe it was shock. Maybe he thought it wasn’t real. But he hesitated.
And that hesitation nearly cost his life.
One robber lifted his gun and hit him hard on the head. Another followed with a deadly slap that echoed in my ears. My heart sank.
Then they turned to me.
In seconds, they stripped me of all my gold jewelry. They shouted, “Get out of the car!”
Terrified, I jumped out. My legs trembled as I landed on the dusty roadside.
They pushed me aside, reversed the car, and within moments, disappeared into the darkness with my husband inside.
That was the moment I thought my world had ended.
I screamed. I wailed. Tears blurred my eyes.
“This is it… I’m going to be a widow at such a tender age,” I muttered to myself.
I ran. I don’t even know how I got home, but I ran barefoot through the night. By the time I reached the house, my wrapper was loose, my voice gone from crying.
I screamed so loud, all our tenants rushed out.
“They’ve taken my husband oooo! Armed robbers have carried your landlord ooo!”
It was around 8 p.m. The whole compound shook with panic.
That night, I fell on my knees and did the only thing I knew how to do -pray.
I cried. I reminded God of His promises.
And then, I reminded Him of something specific:
“Lord, my tithe is in that car. I am a covenant tither. You said You will rebuke the devourer for my sake. You cannot allow my husband to be wasted.”
I prayed until my tears became fire.
Meanwhile, inside the stolen car, something strange began to happen.
According to Oga Nath, the robbers began to argue.
One of them shouted, “Waste him now! Let’s finish him here!”
But the leader said firmly, “No! Don’t touch him.”
The argument grew heated. Confusion scattered their unity.
Finally, the leader screamed, “Stop the motor! Let him come down before we all die!”
And they did.
They pushed him out of the car on the highway.
Bruised but alive.
And would you believe?
Oga Nath bold man that he is -even asked them for transport fare before they sped away! God abeg 🙏🙆♀️
By 11 p.m., he staggered home.
When I saw him standing there, dusty but alive, I collapsed in tears of relief.
Days later, the car was found abandoned in Enugu. They had taken everything except one thing.
My tithe.
The mint cash envelope was still intact.
Even the police officers who recovered the car shook their heads in shock.
That night, I learned something I can never forget:
God does not joke with covenant.
If you think tithe is useless, come and hear my testimony. It was not just money in an envelope -it was a covenant speaking louder than the guns of armed robbers.
Moral of the Story:
When the storms rise, when death comes knocking, it is not your strength, not your wealth, not even your boldness that will save you. It is covenant.
God is a covenant-keeping God. And your tithe is not wasted.
Our beginning 🥰🥰🥰🥰
Gazing at tomorrow… it has been a beautiful journey 😍😍
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