BEYOND THE BORDERS OF LIFE AND DEATH: A true near death experience and a touching life testimony of Michael Igboanugo

By MICHAEL UCHE IGBOANUGO

Beyond the borders of life and death is a true near-death experience and a touching life testimonial story of Michael who medically died for some minutes while lying in coma for five weeks in hospital, but before the doctors could prepare for a reanimation, his heart and all his organs started working miraculously again. Michael had a brain aneurysm, which paralyzes or even kills 90 percent of its victims, but God was so merciful to him by not only restoring his life, but He brought him back healthy and hearty.
While Michael was in coma, he had an "out of body" experience where his spirit visited heaven and many other places. His story will thrill you and make you think deeper on the real meaning of life.
This book is a touching testimony that has changed his life forever and would surely change yours.

• Language: English
• Publisher: tredition
• Release date: Apr 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9783732393794

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Foreword

When my husband collapsed after bleeding from the stomach in 2007, I was highly pregnant then with our son Joshua. I thought nothing could top this terrible experience anymore. It was very hard for me without knowing that a much harder and more dangerous situation would follow some years later. The relationship between us has been always something special, and I had a strong feeling that God has His reason why He brought us together.

During the time he was in a coma, I tried as often as possible to visit him whenever my children were in kindergarten and in school. I had to run two times a day to the hospital to see my husband. The doctors from the intensive station were so nice to me, and they allowed me to come as much as I wanted. On the weekends, my friend Anita had to come to my house with her kids to take care of my own children. She was the biggest help that I needed at that moment, and I’m so thankful to her for being there for me. I also want to use this opportunity to thank Reverend Francis for his prayers and spiritual support during this hard time.

During my husband’s first week in a coma, the doctors told me that they didn’t know if he would survive and that if he eventually survived, nobody knows if he could talk, walk, or live a normal life again. I prayed so hard to God to send my husband back to me as healthy as possible. I strongly believe that if it was not for the faith I have in God and the love I have for my husband, I couldn’t have been able to handle the situation. It was God that carried me through that hard time.

On the third day, I saw my husband in a dream. He said to me that he had to be away for a long time, but he promised to come back again. His head was tied with a bandage. I was in panic, and I asked him, Why do you leave us? And when will you come back? He replied, I don’t know why, but remember the date of April 20. I’ll be back again. Then he went out of the apartment with his luggage, and I woke up with tears in my eyes.

On the very day he woke up from the coma, he came again in my dream and said, Hase! Wake up and make yourself ready. Come to the hospital because I’ll open my eyes today. I woke up, and I was so desperate to see him that I called my friend Rosie to pick me up and bring me to the hospital as fast as possible because my husband was going to wake up. At first, my friend thought I was joking. She came and brought me to the hospital and waited outside for me. Surprisingly, as soon as I entered his room and held his hands, he opened his eyes for the first time after spending five weeks in a coma. It was unbelievable that the day was April 20, which was exactly the day he told me about in my dream. I was so amazed of the wonders that only the Almighty God can do in the life of his chosen ones.

Since then we have grown more in our faith and in our love. Life is a gift from God, and I’m so thankful for every single moment with my husband.

—Mrs. Sabine Puschner-Igboanugo

Introduction

Let me start with a little bit about my family background and about myself. My name is Michael Uche Igboanugo. I’m a native of Ejighinandu Village of Awka-Etiti in Idemmiri south local government area of Anambra State in Nigeria.

I come from a very big polygamous family. My father was married to two wives under some complicated circumstances that were beyond his control, but I will come back to that later. From my own mother’s side, we were supposed to be totally ten children in number, but my mother lost her second daughter while she was about four months old, so that made us nine children in total. I have three sisters and five brothers. I’m the fifth child and the third son of my mother.

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My Mother

Among all my brothers and sisters, I had and I still have a very big and special connection with my mum. I remember how she used to tell me that I was a very special child among all her children and that I have a special role to play in our family. That was why she gave me the name Michael after Archangel Michael, the angel whose assignment is to protect the children of God and to fight against the enemy of our souls, Lucifer and his kingdom of darkness.

My mum was a very strong Christian who had a strong faith in God. She was a very hardworking woman who suffered under poverty to raise nine children on her own. One good thing is that despite her life challenges and struggles, nothing stopped her in raising all her children in a God-fearing way by living it as an example to us. And she didn’t lose her faith, not even for once. She thought us so much about God, about Jesus Christ the Savior, and about heaven and hell. She always reminded us about how sin makes God and our guardian angels to look away from us and that is exactly when the devil has the chance to come and attack us.

One thing she hates so much with passion is fornication. She said that God hates it so much, and that is why we must live a life of chastity until we are big enough and finally get married.

My mum had one disability, which she accepted with faith in carrying her own cross with Jesus. She had a hearing problem, but she didn’t have it from birth. It was the result of her anguish mathematics teacher whose advances and proposal for marriage she turned down. This happened when my mum was in Standard 6. She wasn’t so good at mathematics, but her teacher liked her and wanted to marry her. He even went to her father to ask for her hand in marriage, which was the African tradition back then, but she turned the proposal down simply because she didn’t like him.

So one day, there was a mathematics test, and my mum was one of the students who failed the subject. The teacher, after making corrections on the board, cleaned it and asked my mum to make the same corrections as he just did. Of course, she could not get it right; so the teacher, out of vengeance and rage, started slapping her left and right with his palms. Unfortunately, his hands landed exactly on her left and right ears, which immediately started bleeding out something that looked like water mixed with blood. That was when my mum lost her hearing ability. She was taken to different hospitals by her parents, and it was discovered by the doctor that her eardrums had been damaged because of the incident.

We her children are the only ones that know how to easily communicate with her. We don’t use sign language. We just talk gently, and she will read our lips. She complains that whenever someone talks loud, it would just make a loud, meaningless noise in her ear; but when someone talks gently, she somehow understands by reading the lips.

My mum wanted to be a teacher, but because of her disability, she couldn’t continue with her dream. Instead, she taught us English and Bible studies at home.

I remember when I was about fifteen years old. I was having a chat with her. I asked her many questions like why she decided to marry my dad, if she was in love with him, and how her ear problem came about. And I said with anger, Mum! Show me this wicked mathematics teacher of yours so that I can block him on the road and slap him very hard on his ears exactly like how he did to you. He has to feel the same pain you are going through right now.

She replied with a gentle smile on her face, My son, this man you are talking about is already very old and very sick that he can hardly walk. Besides, I have since forgiven him. God knows why this happened to me, and I have accepted it as my own cross. It might be my own ticket to heaven because there are many evil and dirty things in this world that I don’t have to hear. She said all these with a sense of humor, and I was very surprised about how she can just easily forgive someone who intentionally shattered her dreams and her bright future and let him get away with no punishment. At that moment, I was thinking about the next question to ask her, but nothing came to my mind. So I decided to say something that will make her happy.

I said, "Mum, I promise you, when I grow up and become rich, I’ll make sure that I bring you to the best ear doctors in Europe or in America that can examine your ear