The Raging Battle by Uche Anyanwagu

I sat in Church and watched in utter amazement as the young eloquent and vibrant pastor left no stone unturned in demonising all I stand and have lived for, for the greater part of my life. It was testimony time in a well-known Pentecostal Church in a beautiful town in the southern part of Eastern Nigeria where I had been invited to the dedication of one of my patients’ baby… I can recall Nathan’s birth (not his real name) and how I had come face-to-face with labour-induced psychosis. His mother…