My name is Aderoju Tojola, and I have been favoured by God to be alive to tell you this story today.

My Near-Death Experience

On the ______ God delivered me from the shackles of death when  I was about to give birth to my second child.

For my first birth, I had preeclampsia during birth, and it was also a near-death experience. Being aware of this situation, I had decided to use a popular private hospital in Abuja so I could receive more careful care during the stages of pregnancy. 

There had been several positive reviews about this hospital, so I was very confident it was the right place to go. I must have forgotten that only God is the most reliable physician. 

My supposed private care almost turned into a nightmare when, during the last stages of pregnancy, I developed this stubborn cough that wouldn't just go away for weeks, which was actually a symptom of a serious condition, but the doctor, rather than deep dive into the root cause of the never-ending cough, kept on with a wrong prescription.

I had gone for an antenatal check one day, and during the routine check, it was discovered that my blood pressure was alarmingly very high; if I didn't perform a caesarean operation, I risked losing myself and the baby.

I called my husband, and he promptly joined me at the hospital. I was already wheeled into the theatre, and the doctor was about to start the operation when the Chief Medical Doctor, who had not been around for a while, briefly walked into the theatre. He saw how swollen my leg was, which was a sign of severe Edema and immediately ordered the operation to be stopped. He said they could not carry out the operation because of the criticality of my condition, as post-operation required the kind of intensive care facilities they cannot provide.

To understand the severity of this case, the CMD actually slapped the doctor I had been seeing throughout the antenatal stages; he promptly wrote a referral letter to Federal Medical Hospital Jabi and refunded in full the money paid for the Caesarean Section.

We got to FMC Jabi late in the night, and the doctor who took my vitals was alarmed, saying she didn't know how I was still moving normally or had not collapsed based on the result of my BP reading.

I was billed for emergency surgery, and after administering anaesthesia to me, not knowing that I was still a little conscious, the surgeon was telling his colleagues how scared he was about performing this operation, that he was only confident about saving one of either the mother or the baby. 

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was very scared, but then there is a God whose works cannot be imitated, whose mighty hands crush every sorrow, there is God whose begotten Son died on the cross to save my life.

I came out of this surgery alive with my baby. I was wheeled into the intensive care unit, and after two days, I was fine to go home.  

One thing was clear: I was not meant to be alive; I was meant to be 6 feet under, but there is a God who brought me back to life, who saved me, who rewrote my future, who gave me a life.

It is to this God that I am dedicating the rekindled project, to proclaim how mighty my God to the world.

About the Rekindled Project

The rekindled project is the beginning of my global ministry.

This project starts with the release of 3 songs